[ closed ] It's not fate, it's DESTINY!

[aintwejust]

WHO: Malcolm Reynolds, River Tam, Korrin Ataash, Kallian Endris, Beleth Ashara, Clint Barton
WHAT: Legitimate business in Kirkwall
WHEN: Backdated to Firstday - 3rd or Fourth of Wintermarch
WHERE: Skyhold to Kirkwall and Back again
NOTES: This here job what won't go smooth.

THE RIDE OUT
KIRKWALL PROPER
THE RIDE BACK

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[aintwejust]

"...well shit. Korrin you got anyth'n that'll make 'em back off what won't attract too much attention?" Mal mutters from where he's tucked across the alley, Jayne at least at Kallian's side to rumble a low growl at the Vinty bastards.

[gatheringstorm]

At that, Korrin turns and raises an eyebrow at him. "You do remember my spells, right? All of them attract attention, but it looks like we'll just have to deal. She needs our help." Her lips forming a thin line, she removes her staff from her back, ready to cast Chain Lightning. That ought to distract them from the elf long enough for her to get out.

[wickedchase]

"It wasn't a request," the man growls at Kallian, the sword beginning to draw out.

The spell that Korrin casts is fortunately timed well enough. Lightning dashes from man to man, stunning them momentarily, giving Kallian enough time to slip away with the cargo in her arms.

It does, unfortunately, gather their attention.

"Follow her!" one of the other men shouts as he eventually recovers.

[kallian_endris]

Kallian flinches at first when the lightning strikes, a squeak of terror bursting from her lips, but it takes her little time to dash through the nearest door, trying to find her way back out, back to safety.

She can hear footsteps behind her, gaining on her, their legs longer than hers, and while she might be skilled at hiding, running was something else entirely. Her breath is quick and shallow in her panic, and her fingers are tingling, from her hyperventilating, her white-knuckled grip on the box, and her own magic starting to spark up in natural defense. A quick glance down, and she can already see the first tendrils of blue light flickering along the veins of her hands.

They're getting closer, though, she knows it. She doesn't doubt that they will kill her without so much as a second thought to take the box from her.

"Don't," she gasps out, voice rough from the exertion. She holds up her hand, trying to keep them from coming closer. They can probably see the blue. Damn. "Don't come any closer. I warn you, don't. I can't let you have it. Talk to the one who owns it. It's not me. I'm just the one making the delivery. But don't take another step, or-- Or--" She can't quite get the threat past her lips.

[aintwejust]

"Jayne-" Command tone and the Mabari won't need to hear it twice. Cover the girl. He rounds on the nearest of the men, mouth going hard 'round one of their legs and yank'n to give he and Korrin room to move in. Well. Him room to move in, Korrin covers best from behind and she's tall 'nuf she can work around him. He sprints after them, haul'n his spear up and over his shoulder, ain't rightly time to make a throw but he's waiting for his opening.