[closed] you suck so passionately

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Beleth, Cade (Alistair later)((AND NERVA))
WHAT: THROW DOWN
WHEN: the last day or so in Emprise de Lion
WHERE: Sahrnia Camp
NOTES: There will be a thread for reactions if you'd like your character to be present/see it from the side, but please don't intervene!



Cade has been a bit off since the red lyrium incident. The initial bout of overt aggression passed a while ago, but he has remained sensitive to how much still hangs around the camps; this compounded with how little sleep he's getting, how cold it is here, and the general desolation of being in a place where so many of his former brethren have been fouled by evil, has put him in a black mood colored by the lingering paranoia and heightened aggression he's felt ever since coming in contact with the accursed stuff.

He is on-duty as a camp guard, having been held back from returning to the field as a result of what happened the last time. He has worn a ditch in the snow from his ceaseless pacing, and his bearing is twitchy, over-reactive, and suspicious.

Comments

Days After

[el_tybs]

Emprise du Lion certainly has not been a vacation, what with hunting down wolves and bears, fighting off red templars and spiders - BIG spiders mind you - and a demon - 'spirit', choice whatever. After all this he just wants to go home. So of course when he catches word that Beleth had been attacked and injured, Sam is not pleased.

It takes some time before he finds out what tent she is at, but when he does he waits outside patiently. "Beleth?"

[arlathvhen]

At first there isn't any response. But after a little bit, Beleth's head pokes out of the tent, and she peeks around for the source of the voice. When the elf spots Sam, she looks a little surprised, but the expression quickly changes to a thin smile. She's got a sneaking expression what this is about, because she's pretty sure that Sam wouldn't have tracked down her new tent and come over to find her just so they could chew the fat. But maybe she was wrong. Maybe there's something else going on.

She can hope.

Beleth moves out from inside of the tent and stands up, turning to face him. "Hello, Sam. How're you doing? I heard that you were a part of dealing with that Keep business."

[el_tybs]

Sam smiles back lightly in return, head tilting some as he takes in Beleth's face, trying to see if there was still anything wrong, but it seemed that the other healers had already taken care of it. Before he can open his mouth to say anything Beleth is already asking him how he is and directing the conversation away from his original purpose. That has his giving a small huff and shaking his head a bit.

"I'm doing alright. Considering. You heard right. I went with the group and we split up once we got inside. It was pretty bad."

[arlathvhen]

Beleth is master at wrangling conversations away from herself, especially when the topic isn't something she wants to discuss. So it's easy for her to ignore Sam's huff of protest and continue pressing about the fort. It was certainly easier to talk about.

"I heard. What kind of enemies were there? I heard about some red Templars, but someone mentioned someone...worse? I didn't really get a good picture, though."

[el_tybs]

"I think some of the other got to fight a giant?" At least that's what he remembers hearing about. Honestly he had been pretty drained when they all left Suledin Keep.

"There were demon spiders." Sam makes a face at that, just remembering that disturbing him. "And a demon who insisted calling itself a spirit of choice. It and Michel seemed to have some history."

[arlathvhen]

"Fight a giant--That's terrifying. I think that I'd just kind of. Turn and walk away from a giant. Not worth it. Or a dragon, for that matter--I heard some people fought one of those, too." She shook her head, tsking to herself. She might be guilty for harassing a Templar, but at least it wasn't a giant.

She looks pretty interested in the mention of Michel, though. She's never met the man, but she knows that he has some kind of...interest in Zevran. "Really? A spirit of choice? Well, you know demons--better than me, even, I'd bet. What did it say to Michel?"

[el_tybs]

Good to know that you would make some smart choices in certain situations, Beleth. Harassing Templars is definitely not one of them though.

"I can understand it not liking us putting a label on it, but no matter how you looked at it, it was a demon by our definition. A desire one at that. Rather nasty to deal with." He sees that look of interest, Beleth. What are you up to. "It kept mentioning things about his past. Pulling at doubts and flaws to make him break under pressure."

[arlathvhen]

She frowns at Sam's vague but worrying news, crossing her arms. Sam, if you're going to dish out something like that, you gotta be more detailed. "I can imagine that it wasn't pleasant to deal with a demon trying to call itself a spirit. But I mean--What kind of things did the demon mention about Michel?" Beleth paused, realizing that this was definitely reaching into prying. "Michel is--he's been getting really close to Zevran. Zevran is really important to me, Sam. If Michel is a man who deals with demons, I want to know."

[el_tybs]

Beleth you should know that you don't dish out all the information at one time. You have to see how the other person reacts to it first. The comment about dealing with demons certainly has him raising a brow though. "Michel doesn't seem to deal with demons anymore than I do. Demons pull at your brain and find your weaknesses, this time was no different." He can understand her concern for Zevran, he considered him a friend as well, but that was jumping to a big assumption. Even if Michel had met the demon before, there didn't seem to be any deals being made.

"The only thing it mentioned was returning his 'honor'. Something about Celene's champion and an elf?" He had been kind of busy so he hadn't caught much of it.