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pullmeoutalive2014-06-27 11:45 pm
midvalley) wrote in pullmeoutalive2014-06-27 11:45 pm
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Looks like I'm not the only one with tricks up my sleeve.
[ She grins as the door begins to open, beyond which is a large room--actually, it's so large "room" doesn't quite fit the bill; it's just a big space with a whole lot of cargo, equipment, and other such things in it. ]
Oh, Maya. I'm really good at tricks--it's kind of my thing. And I've got a lot of them.
I'm sure it's the same for you, no? I'm pretty sure we're going to make a kick-ass team.
Oh, Maya. I'm really good at tricks--it's kind of my thing. And I've got a lot of them.
I'm sure it's the same for you, no? I'm pretty sure we're going to make a kick-ass team.
[ Maya takes a moment to take in the sheer size of the place. Lots of blind corners and places for goons to hide. Gross.
But still, she gives Kasumi a smirk, something wicked at the edges ]
I think we will. These guys won't know what hit them.
But still, she gives Kasumi a smirk, something wicked at the edges ]
I think we will. These guys won't know what hit them.
[ There's a disproportionate number of conveniently waist-high walls and boxes, too, don't forget!
She returns with something of a smirk of her own, though. ]
Let's see what these guys are up to. Maybe we'll get the jump on them.
She returns with something of a smirk of her own, though. ]
Let's see what these guys are up to. Maybe we'll get the jump on them.
[ There are certain realities one must come to face when waging a war against untold numbers, against faceless enemies who have yet to completely show their hands. One of which being, of course, that things tend to jump out at you at any given moment. First, they were merely battling demons. Alright, all in a day's work. Then, they were beating back cultists which-- while not ideal, certainly didn't come as a surprise. And then there were suddenly gods involved -- or at the very least, darkspawn with delusions of grandeur, corrupted men who thought themselves worthy of divinity.
Dorian would rather do without all of them, if it were all the same.
And isn't it just the way, to be out wandering out by their twosies, only to be taken nearly by surprise by a gang of ne'er-do-wells? It's just as well that they manage to beat the idiots into submission. ]
Join the Inquisition, they said. It'll be fun, they said. They'll respect you, they said.
[ He's still shaking off the bits of human goop that had splattered on him; a cultist had gotten a bit too close for comfort, and Dorian had been forced to show the poor fool why, exactly, that had been a mistake. ]
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get blood and viscera out of Royale Sea Silk, Inquisitor?
Because I certainly don't. Honestly, I haven't a clue. I so rarely do my own laundry. Is it difficult? I imagine it must be.
Dorian would rather do without all of them, if it were all the same.
And isn't it just the way, to be out wandering out by their twosies, only to be taken nearly by surprise by a gang of ne'er-do-wells? It's just as well that they manage to beat the idiots into submission. ]
Join the Inquisition, they said. It'll be fun, they said. They'll respect you, they said.
[ He's still shaking off the bits of human goop that had splattered on him; a cultist had gotten a bit too close for comfort, and Dorian had been forced to show the poor fool why, exactly, that had been a mistake. ]
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get blood and viscera out of Royale Sea Silk, Inquisitor?
Because I certainly don't. Honestly, I haven't a clue. I so rarely do my own laundry. Is it difficult? I imagine it must be.
[ Moira somehow managed to avoid the worst of it, which was ironic, since she spent more time getting up close and personal with her foes than most of her mage companions (Knight Enchanter and all). ]
I'm going to pretend that's a rhetorical question, because I really don't have an answer for you.
I'm going to pretend that's a rhetorical question, because I really don't have an answer for you.
A shame. And here I thought our illustrious Inquisitor had an answer for all of our most dire questions.
Perhaps if I merely wept a bit, batted my eyelashes at you, I could convince you to find an answer for me. Send you on some sprawling quest to find the answer in a tiny, abandoned hovel, written on ages old parchment.
[ He shakes his arms again, managing to rid himself of most of the blood. ]
Tell me, why is it that you never take me anywhere nice?
Perhaps if I merely wept a bit, batted my eyelashes at you, I could convince you to find an answer for me. Send you on some sprawling quest to find the answer in a tiny, abandoned hovel, written on ages old parchment.
[ He shakes his arms again, managing to rid himself of most of the blood. ]
Tell me, why is it that you never take me anywhere nice?
I'm not well-versed in the art of laundering Royale Sea Silk, I'm afraid.
[ she quirks a brow ] I never claimed that this would be fun, you know.
[ she quirks a brow ] I never claimed that this would be fun, you know.
[ He inclines his head with a sigh. ]
It's a lucky thing for both of us that I do so enjoy following you around.
It's a lucky thing for both of us that I do so enjoy following you around.
And I do so appreciate you slogging through the wilderness for me.
Do you suppose these fellows had friends?
Do you suppose these fellows had friends?
I suppose anything is possible, considering we live in a world where men can aspire to godhood, and a Vint can work alongside a Qunari without it ending in tantrums or bloodshed.
All the same, I'd prefer not to find out. [ He sweeps out an arm. ] Shall we?
All the same, I'd prefer not to find out. [ He sweeps out an arm. ] Shall we?
I suppose we shall, but be on your guard, just in case.
Oh, good. I feel so much safer.
[ she says as she slings her own staff into place across her back. (Moira could be scary in her own way, a fact which was completely contradictory to her otherwise sweet nature.) ]
[ she says as she slings her own staff into place across her back. (Moira could be scary in her own way, a fact which was completely contradictory to her otherwise sweet nature.) ]
[ He follows suit, rolling his shoulders. ]
What, you didn't already feel safe, having a noble Tevinter at your back? I'm appalled.
What, you didn't already feel safe, having a noble Tevinter at your back? I'm appalled.
[ There are things she could say here, about pointy sticks and such (and she realizes that she's been spending way too much time with Bull and Sera if that's the case), but she refrains. ]
I really am grateful, by the way. You certainly didn't have to join me.
[ It was just a simple errand for Dagna (well, as simple as errands for Dagna ever got, anyway) ]
I really am grateful, by the way. You certainly didn't have to join me.
[ It was just a simple errand for Dagna (well, as simple as errands for Dagna ever got, anyway) ]
[ As he tends to, Dorian waves a hand, dismissing the thanks. ]
And leave you to your own devices, attracting trouble as you do? Please. Someone needs to ensure you come back in one piece, and what better looking candidate than myself?
I only hope your people don't begin rumors. "Ah, the Tevinter is whispering his dark machinations into our Inquisitor's ear again. Should we, perhaps, assassinate him in the night, stem the flow of his evil before it settles in like a dank pond?"
What will Mother Giselle think?
And leave you to your own devices, attracting trouble as you do? Please. Someone needs to ensure you come back in one piece, and what better looking candidate than myself?
I only hope your people don't begin rumors. "Ah, the Tevinter is whispering his dark machinations into our Inquisitor's ear again. Should we, perhaps, assassinate him in the night, stem the flow of his evil before it settles in like a dank pond?"
What will Mother Giselle think?
[ It began, as these things tended to, with a bang.
He can't quite recall what, exactly, had caused the explosion -- magic gone awry? Divine intervention? A peevish Venatori dabbling in dark and forgotten arts? Something terribly arcane being nudged in just the wrong fashion? Difficult to tell, really, because Dorian only recalls a blinding flash of green light, then a roaring wind filling his ears, a wave of heat rolling over his skin, and--
And now there are books. Shelves of them, actually, and it's a wonder that none of them have fallen after his entrance, he thinks, because he feels rather as though he's dropped down from the battlements of Skyhold to the garden below. His head is swimming and there's a ringing in his ears and he has a strong inclination, at the moment, to simply flop over like a bag of sand and let things develop as they must. But he hasn't flopped over, which is a point in his favor, probably; instead he's kneeling on the ground, leaning heavily against his staff as he tries to figure out where he is.
He's drawing a decidedly large blank. ]
... Ah. [ He murmurs it to himself, of course, the corners of his mouth drawing down in a concerned frown. ] This could be bad.
He can't quite recall what, exactly, had caused the explosion -- magic gone awry? Divine intervention? A peevish Venatori dabbling in dark and forgotten arts? Something terribly arcane being nudged in just the wrong fashion? Difficult to tell, really, because Dorian only recalls a blinding flash of green light, then a roaring wind filling his ears, a wave of heat rolling over his skin, and--
And now there are books. Shelves of them, actually, and it's a wonder that none of them have fallen after his entrance, he thinks, because he feels rather as though he's dropped down from the battlements of Skyhold to the garden below. His head is swimming and there's a ringing in his ears and he has a strong inclination, at the moment, to simply flop over like a bag of sand and let things develop as they must. But he hasn't flopped over, which is a point in his favor, probably; instead he's kneeling on the ground, leaning heavily against his staff as he tries to figure out where he is.
He's drawing a decidedly large blank. ]
... Ah. [ He murmurs it to himself, of course, the corners of his mouth drawing down in a concerned frown. ] This could be bad.
[ Charlie has just finished closing up the store- counting the till, putting some things away. He'd just grabbed his jacket and was about to leave when there was a flash of green light, a roll of thunder shakes the store, and it's only thanks to the enchantments that Charlie has in place that books don't go flying everywhere.
Once everything settles, he hears a voice from around a set of shelves. From her case, Wyn's head tilts up to look at him, but Charlie motions for her to stay still ]
Hello?
Once everything settles, he hears a voice from around a set of shelves. From her case, Wyn's head tilts up to look at him, but Charlie motions for her to stay still ]
Hello?
[ Library? Store? Hard to say, though a quick glance at the titles nearby are not familiar in the slightest, (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? How terribly strange), and--
But hark, a voice. Dorian grips his staff, still crouched (because standing sounds all too trying, at the moment, and what a terrible predicament that is, if he's forced to cast at a moment's notice). ]
And here I was thinking I was all by my lonesome. Hello, there. Terribly rude of me to drop in unannounced, I know, but these things do happen.
But hark, a voice. Dorian grips his staff, still crouched (because standing sounds all too trying, at the moment, and what a terrible predicament that is, if he's forced to cast at a moment's notice). ]
And here I was thinking I was all by my lonesome. Hello, there. Terribly rude of me to drop in unannounced, I know, but these things do happen.
[ He could say the same to you -- what are you wearing, sir? Drab commoner's clothing, it would look like. Certainly not anything in vogue in the north or even the south, the latter of which is certainly saying something.
Perhaps best not to insult him until Dorian knows him from friend or foe, so he simply waves a free hand dismissively. ]
-- Fine, fine. Bit out of sorts, but if given a moment, I'm sure the room could be persuaded to stop dipping as it is.
Perhaps best not to insult him until Dorian knows him from friend or foe, so he simply waves a free hand dismissively. ]
-- Fine, fine. Bit out of sorts, but if given a moment, I'm sure the room could be persuaded to stop dipping as it is.
[ Book store, then. One mystery down, only several million more to go. ]
Ah, yes, I suppose I did. Sorry about that.
[ He's silent for a beat, then-- ]
Don't suppose you could tell me, exactly, where I am?
Ah, yes, I suppose I did. Sorry about that.
[ He's silent for a beat, then-- ]
Don't suppose you could tell me, exactly, where I am?
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