WHO: Nicola + You WHAT: Fresh meat. And eventually old gross meat too. WHEN: Bloomingtide, pre-mod plot. WHERE: Kirkwall & the Gallows for now. NOTES: Putting open and closed things for all my dudes in here as I write them, so if you want to plan something with any of them, tap my shoulder about it.
"I can - " Byerly pinches the bridge of his nose. "Provide a list of recommendations. If need be." If it must happen, it ought to happen properly. Right?
Maker, he had thought this chapter of his life was finished and done. And who is this man? Is he the sort to take a slash and call it done - and if he is, is he the sort to leave his blade plain, or coat it with venom?
It’s unusual to see Byerly rattled, stammering, thrown off, and Benedict is seized with a unique anxiety in the presence of it. Something else rises in him at the same time, indignation mixed with something unfamiliar.
“We don’t do that here,” he says suddenly, drawing himself to his full height and pinning Nicola with his gaze, “Riftwatch has its own rules, and if you’ve actually joined, you’re subject to them too.” This would be a great time, he realizes, to actually make sure he’s not making this up wholecloth, but maybe Rowntree could be convinced to ban dueling if he’s quick about it. Or maybe the bluff will be enough.
no subject
Maker, he had thought this chapter of his life was finished and done. And who is this man? Is he the sort to take a slash and call it done - and if he is, is he the sort to leave his blade plain, or coat it with venom?
no subject
“We don’t do that here,” he says suddenly, drawing himself to his full height and pinning Nicola with his gaze, “Riftwatch has its own rules, and if you’ve actually joined, you’re subject to them too.”
This would be a great time, he realizes, to actually make sure he’s not making this up wholecloth, but maybe Rowntree could be convinced to ban dueling if he’s quick about it. Or maybe the bluff will be enough.