closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Marcus Rowntree, Loxley, and friends.
WHAT: Catching up in a catch all.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Various
NOTES: No open prompts, but please contact me if you would like an RP of some kind with the above losers.

Comments

[heirring]

"Oh, ha ha." Yes, Mister Stark, you're very funny. She continues to fiddle with various bits of bobs of the arm, pausing intermittently to test the weight of the crank. "You should consider calling Messere Edgard by his name, you know. Seeing as he saved you and Mister Rutyer from certain death."

This is clearly the most important part of this conversation.

[propulsion]

"Messere Edgard," Tony echoes, emphasis his. "Sure. I guess if you weren't going full native before,"

and then the rest of the sentence happens, or rather, fails to. He kind of just shrugs, a blank where the subject of her non-existence shard lives now, and he dips his focus down to fidgety hands. A series of whims has seen him acquire a ring with a veined stone set in it, leading to him putting it on today, and he turns it around on his knuckle.

"Sounds like his most holy was just a solo lunatic, but who knows. I'd wanna believe the Chantry would do a better job."

[heirring]

She is not consumed with either the fiddling with the arm's (her arm, a very logical part of her supposes from what seems like a considerable distance of remove, so remote that in her mind the voice of it is rather small indeed) various mechanical parts or with this particular vein of gossip to a suitable degree that she would miss that strange lingering shape where other words might have been.

Wysteria Poppell, ladies and gentleman: built with ears tailor-made to detect pauses in conversation. How would she elbow her way into filling them otherwise?

Yes. Well.

"I'm sure they had no idea what his intentions were," she agrees. With a last modest adjustment, she offers the little soldering tool back to him. "Other people in the Gallows might suspect otherwise, but I would attribute that to unjust suspicion. For one, I can't imagine what the Chantry would even gain from having sent Brother Gideon with the intention to—well, whatever it was he intended to do. I don't suppose we discovered a manifesto or letters among his personal belongings."

(Did anyone rifle his pockets for a lore related loot drop?)