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i never put up an open post

WHO: Twisted Fate, OPEN
WHAT: You've been invited to socialize and play some drinking games! Perhaps you should feel inclined to do so.
WHEN: 13th of Wintersbreath
WHERE: Tavern, oh glorious tavern.
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Posted outside the tavern is the following:

So come on down, grab a drink, and find someone to play with.

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That prompts a sip and a nod. "I have, a few times. When local Grey Wardens didn't have numbers to take on the darkspawn themselves, we'd get hired as backup. I don't know why we never got tainted, but then you never see Tal-Vashoth Grey Wardens. At any rate, I kept my distance and that worked well enough for me."

She tilts her head, thoughtful. "Is your native accent like the Ashara's? Do you still lapse into it?" And yes, maybe she wouldn't mind hearing it. That's worth a little derailing.

"Natural resistance? Never really thought about it, but then I doubt anyone's ever really looked into it."

Fate wrinkles his nose a little, but he smiles regardless. "Similar enough. And I do, mostly when I'm drunk or incredibly angry. The former is much easier to achieve, especially at the rate we're going."

"True enough, and I can't say I'll regret causing that to happen." Korrin grins in response to that nose-wrinkling, partial to Dalish accents anyway. "Let's see...I never showed off my magic to get laid. But then, most of what I know isn't conducive to putting people at ease. This isn't to say I don't show off in other ways, though." She smirks and flexes an arm, having a rather toned body for a mage but then it's typical enough for a qunari.

"By my next drink, you may have achieved it." Fate raises his glass in acknowledgement.

Which he then has a swig from at her next statement. "Depends on the person, in my defense. Some people are very impressed when you set fire to something." Fate is momentarily distracted by her rather impressive biceps.

"All right. Granted, if I had a set of those, I wouldn't even bother with using magic. Damn." He chuckles. "I've never been hired to rescue a pet out of a tree."

She shakes her head but smiles as that brings forth a memory regardless. "I didn't, no, but someone in my company did. It was a fennec, I think? Anyway, they tried all sorts of means to get it out, but the damn thing wouldn't budge. I think in the end, they shield-bashed the tree and it fell out, but clawed them fiercely and scampered away. That's what you get for trying to make a wild animal a pet."

And at least that indignity wasn't hers. "For something related, I never had an animal companion of my own."

"Well, speaking of trying to make a wild animal a pet." Fate finishes his glass and pauses as he swallows. "I was a silly boy. Before I really understood the tales of Fen'Harel, I found a wolf cub. I wanted to keep it, but of course my Keeper told me to leave it behind. So, I guess that counts, eh? Never tried further than that, though.

"I've never bedded somebody that was part of my crew. Inquisition doesn't count, obviously."

Korrin shrugs, finishing her own off as well. "Eh...I have, long before. But I ended it before it became a trend; it helped that some Tal-Vashoth are still jumpy about mages. They definitely didn't appreciate magic in the bedroom, intentional or not. Bedding those you work with just tends to complicate things, and I've yet to find it worth the risk."

"I suppose you would know more than me. Even when I was with a crew, most of them didn't want to, for some reason." He shrugs. "Did it lead to difficulties for you?"

"At times, yes. Not all my breaks from the Valo-Kas were simply about wanting to experience other mercenary companies." Once or twice, it was something more personal, though the memory of it's far enough back that the sting is gone. She just shrugs, ready to move on.

"I've never been to the Black Emporium."

At the point that they're at, Twisted Fate's true accent is starting to come out a bit more the further they go. At her question, Fate slowly raises his glass to his mouth, then quickly lowers it with a laugh without drinking.

"No, never. Don't know that it exists, really." Fate chuckles shrugs. "That'd be hell of a thing, though."

He considers a moment as he looks at his drink before he says, "I've never broken someone's heart before."

Korrin shakes her head, not touching her drink. "Not as far as I'm aware, no. Either it's been friendly and no-strings-attached or the other way around, though that would be a dramatic way to phrase it. I liked a Tal-Vashoth who just couldn't deal with the mage part of me. Too much fucking Qunari brainwashing."

Needing a subject change, Korrin leans back and considers. "I never considered becoming a Red Jenny."

A hand rests on her wrist. That seems to be enough to offer his condolences; that's something he's crossed more than once for different reasons, really. He hasn't had to face the Qunari brainwashing, not like Korrin.

"Neither have I," Fate replies. "Though I have a certain fondness for them. Taking down the high and mighty down a few pegs; I can respect that."

He considers and says, "I've never stolen someone's livestock before."

That comfort is noted with a slight smile, though she's content with focusing on different subjects. That last one has her shaking her head. "What, and I have that sort of face? If anything, we were hired to protect them or bring them back from someone else who'd stolen them. I fucking hate livestock jobs, though. The smell alone...."

Ugh. "I've never used runes for sexual purposes."

"Times can get desperate, and I've at least gambled on someone's livestock before. Though I suppose they go for a better price in Rivain than, say, Ferelden." He grins. "Not wrong about the smell, though."

That he does drink to, with a wry smile. By now, his natural accent is completely out as he speaks now.

"Guilty as charged. A lightly charged rune can make for interesting sensations. I'd suggest trying it sometime. I've never woken up in the morning with no memory of the previous night."

Korrin's grin widens as she takes in that natural accent. It's too bad he tries to hide it, but she doesn't say so for fear of him doing just that.

"I'm sure it does, though either my partners weren't into that or they preferred my own magic. It's an idea to file away for later, though." Maybe Araceli would be into it. At any rate, she takes a swig. "Yeah, when just introduced to maraas-lok. I was young and stupid and thought I could just power through, limits be damned. And then I awoke in a Legion of the Dead camp, further into the Deep Roads than my company ever needed to be. Evidently I demanded to join them, but they didn't take it at all seriously, seeing as--well, drunk."

And there was more, but that reminds her of her turn. "I never banged a dwarf." As far as she knows, anyway.

"I can let you know just how to work it right -- and what items it works well with. Some you can even get specially ordered if y'know where t'look." The story that Korrin shares makes him laugh softly; of course, leave it to maraas-lok. That shouldn't surprise him.

The statement makes him look at her in surprise, but he has a drink anyway. "More than a few," Fate admits. "Any reason why not, or it's just never come up?"

"I wouldn't mind some advice, especially where to order them. Remind me when I'm sober." Korrin grins, knowing that if he tells her at any point tonight that she's likely to forget in her pleasantly buzzed state. And she matches his surprised look with a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously? The size difference is absurd with me, plus they're all stocky, which can't help. If size is going to be a factor, I at least like my partners to have some flexibility. Maybe I'd have broken that rule for Varric, but I don't know. Even his chest hair can only sway me so much."

She's silent for a moment, trying to come up with something else. "I never slept through a battle or other huge disruption."

"Oh, of course. I'll keep it in mind, spitfire. Promise." Pleasantly tipsy as he is, he winks at her and knows he will remember. The topic will not escape him.

Twisted Fate shrugs and says, "Suppose I just figured I would be brittle by comparison, but I do have that flexibility going for me. But I certainly would break any rule given the chance with Varric." The chest hair and he's a fan of those books.

He drinks and looks almost sheepish. "Bandit raid on the town I was in. Almost slept through the whole thing, then the door is getting kicked down and they're screaming about giving up my belongings. Set them on fire and they decided to maybe come back later. Left shortly after that."

The elf holds up his hand and laughs. "And I'm afraid I'm probably going to need to pause our game here for now. Need a bit of a breather from the drinks. But it was fun, spitfire."

Korrin laughs heartily at that story, always preferring those where bandits and their ilk get such richly deserved rewards. "What a mess and yet you still turned it around in your favor. Good for you."

She leans back, shoving her own drink away and nods. "Absolutely, and I'm willing to pick it up whenever. Go clear your head. I think I'll do the same and stretch my legs a bit, before they fall asleep on me."

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