Kos,
I hear you're with the Inquisition now. What do you make of them? I've some information they might find interesting but you know how I feel about sharing with strangers.
You can leave a reply at the Green Harpy on Water Street and it will get to me.
N
I hear you're with the Inquisition now. What do you make of them? I've some information they might find interesting but you know how I feel about sharing with strangers.
You can leave a reply at the Green Harpy on Water Street and it will get to me.
N
another reply left at the green harpy on water street, four hours later.
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exequy
- 2017-09-13 12:48 (UTC) - Expandpresented to him by his full name with great fanfare on a street in kirkwall
galvanising
- 2017-09-13 13:24 (UTC) - ExpandEnchanter Averesch, I have a request to make of you, if you wouldn't mind.
[ A beat, then less formally: ]
I'll give you a few moments to warm up your pained sighing before I continue.
[ A beat, then less formally: ]
I'll give you a few moments to warm up your pained sighing before I continue.
[ His first instinct is to argue. His second instinct is to say that there's no need for him to warm up, as he's been talking to people and thus pained all day. By the time he's thought through both those instincts it's been a pretty long pause and he gives up on both of them. ]
I... appreciate the courtesy.
I... appreciate the courtesy.
That he's in the corner of the Hanged Man isn't perhaps the most surprising thing ever. Anders has been coming here from time to time to socialize and unwind. What may be surprising is how many mugs are on the table next to him, lined up neatly, and how his very deliberate motions as he carefully picks up one from the middle suggests that he may be drunk.
Across the table, Kostos sits down.
He looks at the line of mugs.
He looks back up at Anders.
And he doesn't, unfortunately, say anything just yet, because the best follow up to an awkward parting is apparently an awkward reintroduction, motivated by a hit of concern and a lot of the fact that Anders' is the only familiar face in the room. But words are hard. The right words. He could probably manage a few wrong ones if he opened his mouth. Before resorting to that, however, he tries just raising his eyebrows in an expectant, questioning sort of way, the universal sign for please explain yourself.
He looks at the line of mugs.
He looks back up at Anders.
And he doesn't, unfortunately, say anything just yet, because the best follow up to an awkward parting is apparently an awkward reintroduction, motivated by a hit of concern and a lot of the fact that Anders' is the only familiar face in the room. But words are hard. The right words. He could probably manage a few wrong ones if he opened his mouth. Before resorting to that, however, he tries just raising his eyebrows in an expectant, questioning sort of way, the universal sign for please explain yourself.
I've been invited to a party with the Viscount. Is this your doing?
How do you feel about the thought of babysitting a young Tevinter mage while he's in the library? He's young, potentially unpredictable, definitely scared, and you'd have your choice of with a Templar or not.
[ At some point after Nevarra, Beleth has called Kostos in the discus various advisor things, look over paperwork with her, etc. After that’s finished, and before Kostos can leave, she stands from her chair, and leans against the desk, facing him. ]
You never mentioned that you were a twin, too, Kostos. Between us and the Hawkes, we’ll have enough to start a club, soon.
You never mentioned that you were a twin, too, Kostos. Between us and the Hawkes, we’ll have enough to start a club, soon.
I hadn't seen him in ten years. [ Longer. And before that, it had been another ten since he saw him with any regularity. #circlesruinfamilies ] It may be another ten before I see him again. If ever.
[ Excellent start, Bel. But he doesn't bolt, the way he might have if family came up with someone who didn't already know he had one, rather than springing fully formed and scowling from the void. ]
Between you and your twin, which of you is more likely to be hung, in your opinion?
[ Excellent start, Bel. But he doesn't bolt, the way he might have if family came up with someone who didn't already know he had one, rather than springing fully formed and scowling from the void. ]
Between you and your twin, which of you is more likely to be hung, in your opinion?
[Simon has really, truly never wanted to know what any part of Kostos tastes like, and now he is saddled with that knowledge nonetheless (though he is, at least, in good and numerous company there.) It's half his fault, anyway. He probably shouldn't have bitten. He maintains that it was reflex.
He could insist that the attempt to smother him was deliberate, as calculated as if Kostos had pressed a pillow over his mouth rather than just a sleeping arm, but for once, not even Simon can go that far. There comes a point where the outrage and suspicion are just performative, and whenever someone flings a pointed remark about his guilty conscience at him, memories skirt quickly around the edges of his brain before he shoves them back into submission--Circle runaways tied with twine, shackled to objects, one of them carried over his shoulder like a potato sack.
He waits until the room is empty but for Kostos before he speaks.]
I want to ask you something.
He could insist that the attempt to smother him was deliberate, as calculated as if Kostos had pressed a pillow over his mouth rather than just a sleeping arm, but for once, not even Simon can go that far. There comes a point where the outrage and suspicion are just performative, and whenever someone flings a pointed remark about his guilty conscience at him, memories skirt quickly around the edges of his brain before he shoves them back into submission--Circle runaways tied with twine, shackled to objects, one of them carried over his shoulder like a potato sack.
He waits until the room is empty but for Kostos before he speaks.]
I want to ask you something.
[ Simon isn't the first person to have bitten Kostos—probably not even the first this month, maybe not even the first this week—but he's offended anyway, and presently, having been taken by surprise by their sudden solitude, he's doing up the fastenings on his one (1) surviving shirt as quickly as he can while glaring at the wall.
He isn't afraid of Simon. Or, he would never admit to being afraid of Simon, or of Templars generally. He would rather fucking die.
Leaving the room immediately would be favorite, however.
So when Ser Ashlock talks—talks in a way that requires a response—he closes his eyes, at the wall, in the way of a man who has suffered greatly and will continue to suffer. When he opens them again, it's to turn his head just enough to look at Simon out of the corner of his eyes, grudgingly.
That means what?. ]
He isn't afraid of Simon. Or, he would never admit to being afraid of Simon, or of Templars generally. He would rather fucking die.
Leaving the room immediately would be favorite, however.
So when Ser Ashlock talks—talks in a way that requires a response—he closes his eyes, at the wall, in the way of a man who has suffered greatly and will continue to suffer. When he opens them again, it's to turn his head just enough to look at Simon out of the corner of his eyes, grudgingly.
That means what?. ]
crystal call, handwaves time; (eff it we're doin it live)
faithlikeaseed
2017-12-21 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Serah Averesch-- [There'd ordinarily be niceties here but Myr thinks--doesn't know, but thinks--from the measure he's got of Kostos that that would be unwelcome.] You're a friend of Casimir's.
[It's almost but not quite a question.]
[It's almost but not quite a question.]
I am a friend to Casimir.
[ Would Casimir call him a friend? Can anyone call someone a friend if they can't feel any genuine attachment or affection? It would be a stretch.
It's also a stretch to say Kostos is a friend to Casimir now. His attachment and affection is for a memory. Since Cas appeared here he's been hovering at the edges, if even there, balancing a sense of familial obligation and a sense of resentment toward this new person in his old friend's shape.
But doesn't get to hear any of that. He gets the one sentence. He can read into it what he'd like. ]
Which Marcher are you?
[ Would Casimir call him a friend? Can anyone call someone a friend if they can't feel any genuine attachment or affection? It would be a stretch.
It's also a stretch to say Kostos is a friend to Casimir now. His attachment and affection is for a memory. Since Cas appeared here he's been hovering at the edges, if even there, balancing a sense of familial obligation and a sense of resentment toward this new person in his old friend's shape.
But doesn't get to hear any of that. He gets the one sentence. He can read into it what he'd like. ]
Which Marcher are you?
Kostos.
[There's a beat of hesitation. He's not certain how to phrase this.]
I know where you stand on the Circles. And yet you fought alongside Nell. So I'm wondering if you'd be interested in joining with a community of mages who aren't for the Circles.
[There's a beat of hesitation. He's not certain how to phrase this.]
I know where you stand on the Circles. And yet you fought alongside Nell. So I'm wondering if you'd be interested in joining with a community of mages who aren't for the Circles.
Has anything strange been happening to you lately? Strange episodes?
[ Gareth's voice is quiet--not angry, just quiet. He trusts Kostos, but--He has to ask. ]
...Did you really agree to it? To keeping us locked up in here?
...Did you really agree to it? To keeping us locked up in here?
A,
Don’t tell them you fancy a little sun and sand. Not that I expect the seaside’s any more pleasant.
You've certainly been busy. Another templar in charge of this post; tattoos up half his face. Must be mandatory for a title now — careful not to stain yours, neither blue or red come out of rope.
At night here, the wind howls. The darkspawn howl. The wardens howl. The varghests howl. I’m about to begin myself if they don’t give it a fucking rest. Up in the tower it's harder to care. The entire horizon fills up with this blazing light: translucent, shimmering. Like the Maker’s own fire.
Will your friends disown me, if admit I missed a view?
— I
I,
They would have to own you first.
A
[ And few days later— ]
I,
No one is touching my face. It’s all I have. However, if you would like to test the connection between tattoos and advancement yourself, I recommend orange. That seems easiest to cover up if you have a change of heart.
A
[ —accompanied by unshaped cold of oil-diluted beeswax. For his ears. ]
They would have to own you first.
A
[ And few days later— ]
I,
No one is touching my face. It’s all I have. However, if you would like to test the connection between tattoos and advancement yourself, I recommend orange. That seems easiest to cover up if you have a change of heart.
A
[ —accompanied by unshaped cold of oil-diluted beeswax. For his ears. ]
Colin is in a great mood. He made it the whole day yesterday with no spells being thrown at him and assumes that means the phylacteries have been retrieved. Which might mean his own is in Inquisition hands right now, which he's not super happy about but at least he's not almost dying once a day. In Anders' absence, he has been at the clinic in Darktown during the day. He comes back to his shop late in the afternoon and leans against the counter so he can stretch a knotted muscle out of his neck and shoulder. He'd heard the ship returned from the phylactery mission. He's sure he'll hear details soon.
Asking in advance where Colin is, and thus making sure he isn't walking all this way for nothing, would ruin the drama. So Kostos doesn't ask. He descends the stairs quietly, but not so quietly he can't be heard coming, and sets the vial down on the counter without comment.
Have you heard anything on when the leadership will address the fact that they have a great many phylacteries in their possession?
[If Nell doesn't know, the Loyalist may.]
[If Nell doesn't know, the Loyalist may.]
[ Nell's room is meant for at least two, so if she sits on the windowsill and he stays on the bed or at the desk, they won't be constantly echoing in the background of each other's messages. But she turns to look at him now, distinctly unimpressed. ]
A partial strike only of combat mages? That's a terrible idea. Do they have your balls in that vault with my phylactery?
A partial strike only of combat mages? That's a terrible idea. Do they have your balls in that vault with my phylactery?
I'm glad I waited until Kirkwall to join up, Skyhold is fucking freezing. Also someone named Lanita? asked me to tell you hello. And then not to. And then to tell you she "hopes the Inquisition puts you in the stocks because of this strike so that you get rotten fruit in your hair."
[ Nell's message begins with a laugh, sardonic, maybe a little drunk. ]
Of course now there's outrage about the injustice of it all. Maker forbid anything happen to their precious rifters.
Of course now there's outrage about the injustice of it all. Maker forbid anything happen to their precious rifters.
If I promise to try to talk less, would you help me with improving my field magic? And congratulations on the win.
Are they sending you, or Elris?
[ hi, hello, whatever ]
[ hi, hello, whatever ]
[ Crystal, at some random time shortly after they return to Kirkwall. She starts already in Nevarran. ]
Are you alone?
Are you alone?
A Complaint
Is there a form for these? I feel like there should be a form, and that makes this two complaints:
1) There is no suggested template for complaints.
2) Roll Call, a highly important part of any functioning organization, was entirely neglected and even treated disdainfully by those in charge of the Hostile Powers Project.
I do hope these issues may soon be addressed.
Sincerely Nathaniel's,
Anders
Is there a form for these? I feel like there should be a form, and that makes this two complaints:
1) There is no suggested template for complaints.
2) Roll Call, a highly important part of any functioning organization, was entirely neglected and even treated disdainfully by those in charge of the Hostile Powers Project.
I do hope these issues may soon be addressed.
Sincerely Nathaniel's,
Anders
What is your [stupid fucking] project doing about fucking Tevinter?
[you assface, the last person he wants to talk to, which is why he asks this like he's mad, because he is]
I hear the Inquisition is pretending to give a shit about the slave population.
[you assface, the last person he wants to talk to, which is why he asks this like he's mad, because he is]
I hear the Inquisition is pretending to give a shit about the slave population.
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