faderift | (no subject)

WHO: Alejandro Borges AND YOU, YES YOU.
WHAT: Alejandro shows up at Skyhold. It's incredibly exciting!! He's probably getting drunk or getting to work so take your pick.
WHEN: End of Guardian
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Alejandro's mouth might deserve a warning. Also, feel free to use prose or brackets; I have no real preference.

COURTYARD
"Well, isn't this a fuckin' thing."

There weren't many survivors from the O'Bannon, but the few that did live needed a refuge. For a time, Alejandro ensured that they made it someplace; Redcliffe seemed the best, least crazy place to be, and that's including the damned rumors about Tevinter mages that hung around. Alejandro wasn't thrilled with that one, but they needed a place, and that was as good as it was going to get.

Him? Well, he always got through his issues with a hammer, anger, and intent while at a forge.

Alejandro adjusts his pack on his shoulder, taking a moment to look over Skyhold. It was impressive from a distance, but damn if this isn't some kind of fortress.

"Shit, and a place to get trashed," Alejandro says with a snort. "Well, they've got the right idea."

UNDERCROFT
This isn't a bad location for a forge. Hell, downright fancy in comparison to the places he's been.

Alejandro's dropped his pack and taken a moment to review the area. It's wide and open, excellent space for anyone to work in. Frankly, he's pretty damned impressed with it; it's not fancy, but spacious as hell.

As he's exploring the space, Alejandro stops when he sees the crawl of something out of the corner of his eye. It's a bit hard to not have a good sense for this kind of shit after everything he's seen and witnessed, and he knows what it must be.

"Fuck," he whispers, eyes widening.

It's a small spider, not any larger than a sovereign, crawling innocently along, minding its own business.

Alejandro slams a bucket over the critter, frowning in thought as he tries to determine how to handle this. He commends himself silently for not screaming, but now he needs to keep it there. After glancing around a moment, Alejandro yanks a shield over and lays it on top of the bucket, keeping it still.

After pausing for a moment, he scribbles out a note and sticks on the shield:
DO NOT FUCKING MOVE
- A.B.

"That ought'a do it."

TAVERN
The day is long. It's always long. It's going to be that way for everyone, and he knows everyone's got a sob story. No one here's gotten by without a scratch, and everyone has their way of dealing with it.

Sometimes it's work for Alejandro. Sometimes it isn't.

He sits down at a table and orders himself some ale -- cheapest they have, which is gonna taste awful, but beggars aren't choosers and he's not loaded with money. Alejandro unstraps his prosthetic and lets out a sigh as the weight comes off his shoulder before he's placing the thing on the table so he can make some adjustments to it.

Sometimes it's work. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's a bit both.

WILDCARD
(Got something different? Go for it!)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Zevran, ever so considerate. Alejandro sits down across from the elf and snorts a little. "Someone's a flatterer," he says wryly. "But thanks for the vote of confidence, Zev." Not that he has any doubts of his own skills. Quite the opposite, really.

It sounds like Zevran has a job for him, though, and that makes him curious. Good to know that there's going to be work immediately, not that he had any doubts about that. But this is specialized.

"So you want me to design something for a group of liberated assassins that's unique for them especially." Alejandro lets out a sharp laugh. "Hell, I can give it some thought. Did you have any initial ideas?"

"Is it flattery if it is entirely true?" A good smith never wants for work. Alejandro, despite the arm, is an excellent smith. Strong, inventive, skilled. Exactly what he needs for outfitting his...

...his Kestrels.

"More or less." He waves over a serving girl for whatever Alejandro wants, for himself? Brandy. "I am hoping to do things a bit differently than the Crows. Less 'bed them and murder' and more stealth, more quick knives in the dark, there and gone. Weapons that hide, if you will. Armor that is quiet and looks less like armor. Stylish, yes, a little dangerous, but nothing that screams 'I am an assassin."

"Well, I was being humble," Alejandro says, grinning. He doesn't always think very highly of himself, but he knows he's creative and inventive. It's a strength of his, and it has to be for the rest of his damned faults.

That does give Alejandro a thoughtful look, and he considers as he drinks from his mug. "So you're looking for something subtle. Concealed intent, something both recognizable but easily overlooked." He laughs a little, shaking his head.

"I think I have a few ideas. Gonna be awhile until I have something functional, but sure. I'll work on it for you. Any of your assassins prefer ranged over a good ol' fashioned dagger?"

"Precisely that. I knew you would take my meaning." Alejandro is, if nothing else, good at finding what someone wants and going the step further to give them what they need. "I have some ideas to start for the armor, but the weaponry? Something new. Something no other house of assassins has."

Something to make them doubly effective and all the more admirable for it.

"Half and half. All are comfortable with daggers but three prefer distance."

"All right. I can work with that. That'd make your group pretty invaluable if they had something no one else did." And that he can brainstorm on.

"I can keep that in mind. I'll work on some ideas and I'll let you know what I come up with. Gonna be a bit, but I think I can work it out. Whenever you wanna share your armor ideas with me, I can work on that too."

That's not going to be difficult. He's worked on enough requests for Zevran in the past to have an idea of what he's looking for, and this will be a fun enough challenge. If nothing else, work is going to be pleasantly consistent in the Inquisition.