after hearing back from max are they on the boat if so action
So, we have a slight problem.
[ "We" is likely an overstatement. ]
It seems Max is trapped in Minrathous, at the moment.
[ "We" is likely an overstatement. ]
It seems Max is trapped in Minrathous, at the moment.
There isn't a great deal of time between arrival and departure.
The second of those, rather; the second secretive hike across half the Imperium with a team not wholly equipped for task. It's been shake off the Sister's robes, shovel the papers from her desk, and start again. Probably, her husband is alive. Possibly, her troops and wards and enemies and dog are. But they're not who she goes to see.
Radonis was giving as any man wanted dead — if the intelligence has become dated as his rule, it's more than the precious nothing they owned before. Max's brief contact had been a boon; it wouldn't have gotten them out of the Palace again alive. She leaves the suite directly, smoothes the fold of a borrowed coat over the royal blood tucked within,
And goes in search of those who'd drink it from vein.
She doesn't announce her arrival, though it's hardly inconspicuous: Her face is known here, and word travels quickest in Kirkwall upon the back of a coin. (Whether Flint's any to spare may be a subject for debate.) She'll wait if she has to, hands folded behind her back; she'd prefer not to wait long.
"Captain,"
He's shorter than expected.
The second of those, rather; the second secretive hike across half the Imperium with a team not wholly equipped for task. It's been shake off the Sister's robes, shovel the papers from her desk, and start again. Probably, her husband is alive. Possibly, her troops and wards and enemies and dog are. But they're not who she goes to see.
Radonis was giving as any man wanted dead — if the intelligence has become dated as his rule, it's more than the precious nothing they owned before. Max's brief contact had been a boon; it wouldn't have gotten them out of the Palace again alive. She leaves the suite directly, smoothes the fold of a borrowed coat over the royal blood tucked within,
And goes in search of those who'd drink it from vein.
She doesn't announce her arrival, though it's hardly inconspicuous: Her face is known here, and word travels quickest in Kirkwall upon the back of a coin. (Whether Flint's any to spare may be a subject for debate.) She'll wait if she has to, hands folded behind her back; she'd prefer not to wait long.
"Captain,"
He's shorter than expected.
Flint.
[Nikos, approaching abruptly in a Kirkwall alley, smells like rum, because he has been drinking cheap rum all afternoon. His fucking brother has ruined his ability to frequent over half the taverns in Kirkwall. Nikos lacked discernment even before limitations were imposed upon him by his resemblance to Kostos. He is happy to sit somewhere and drink like the drunk he is, watching, blearily, for Captain Flint.
Flint cuts a recognizable figure. Nikos saw the man first on the Walrus, during the trip back from Miranthous. Saw him from a distance, because Nikos doesn't get friendly even with someone who looks like they might invite friendliness, which Flint did and does not.
He appears, here, like a shadow that has been soaked in rum. Dark clothes, mismatched blacks in various states of wear and discoloration. Experienced enough at his vice not to stumble or slur.]
A message for you.
[Nikos, approaching abruptly in a Kirkwall alley, smells like rum, because he has been drinking cheap rum all afternoon. His fucking brother has ruined his ability to frequent over half the taverns in Kirkwall. Nikos lacked discernment even before limitations were imposed upon him by his resemblance to Kostos. He is happy to sit somewhere and drink like the drunk he is, watching, blearily, for Captain Flint.
Flint cuts a recognizable figure. Nikos saw the man first on the Walrus, during the trip back from Miranthous. Saw him from a distance, because Nikos doesn't get friendly even with someone who looks like they might invite friendliness, which Flint did and does not.
He appears, here, like a shadow that has been soaked in rum. Dark clothes, mismatched blacks in various states of wear and discoloration. Experienced enough at his vice not to stumble or slur.]
A message for you.
tagging back is the start of your redemption arc congrats
Araceli's asked me to accompany her to Antiva to negotiate the release of one of their contacts.
[ however... ]
The point of it all is to come out with stronger to ties to the Qunari. [ lol ] But I'd like to bring at least one of the men to send back if I come up with anything more interesting.
[ however... ]
The point of it all is to come out with stronger to ties to the Qunari. [ lol ] But I'd like to bring at least one of the men to send back if I come up with anything more interesting.
Captain Flint. I was referred to you by John Silver, for the work of accounts, if you still have need. He said to speak with you.
[ When Flint wakes, he'll find that he's received a terribly mysterious invitation to an exclusive card game. Unknown to him, a stranger (terrible, mysterious) will also attend.
Flint doesn't have to actually accept the invitation. Not intentionally. Should he ignore or otherwise attempt to circumvent its summons, a chain of coincidences (terrible, mysterious, you get it by now) and well-timed accidents will conspire to see him there.
The invitation is beautifully calligraphed, and includes a small gold-wax candle to present at the door. The game takes place in the basement of one of the cheaper Hightown houses, and already hosts a smattering of gamblers lounging before the main event. Each of them has brought a candle of their own, lit and scattered about the room.
Then everyone leaves — except for the bartender. And a violinist. Both regretfully explain that the door is locked from the outside, and that the four of them have no choice but to have a lovely dinner.
In exchange, the bartender (an enormous vashoth) will not break Kostos' legs. Flint's legs are, of course, Flint's own responsibility.
OOC Note: Kostos is played by MJ. Feel free to play out a thread, handwave things, or ignore it entirely, but check with each other first! ❤ ]
Flint doesn't have to actually accept the invitation. Not intentionally. Should he ignore or otherwise attempt to circumvent its summons, a chain of coincidences (terrible, mysterious, you get it by now) and well-timed accidents will conspire to see him there.
The invitation is beautifully calligraphed, and includes a small gold-wax candle to present at the door. The game takes place in the basement of one of the cheaper Hightown houses, and already hosts a smattering of gamblers lounging before the main event. Each of them has brought a candle of their own, lit and scattered about the room.
Then everyone leaves — except for the bartender. And a violinist. Both regretfully explain that the door is locked from the outside, and that the four of them have no choice but to have a lovely dinner.
In exchange, the bartender (an enormous vashoth) will not break Kostos' legs. Flint's legs are, of course, Flint's own responsibility.
OOC Note: Kostos is played by MJ. Feel free to play out a thread, handwave things, or ignore it entirely, but check with each other first! ❤ ]
Edited 2019-02-13 06:50 (UTC)
[ Kitty sounds very irritable. ]
Thought you ought to know - Benedict Artimaeus has decided to stay in Tevinter so he can kiss his lousy mother's Corypheus-loving -
[ She stops herself, because, well, technically this is a report to a department head and all that. So, more properly: ]
Benedict's family's allied with Corypheus. And he's back with them.
Thought you ought to know - Benedict Artimaeus has decided to stay in Tevinter so he can kiss his lousy mother's Corypheus-loving -
[ She stops herself, because, well, technically this is a report to a department head and all that. So, more properly: ]
Benedict's family's allied with Corypheus. And he's back with them.
Commander. If I might have a moment.
[ Assuming the cacophony of an ongoing naval battle doesn't greet him— ]
There has been some discussion of late, given the recent change in our relationship with the Chantry, of our continued employment of magebane among our forces. I wondered if I might ask your thoughts on the subject.
[ Assuming the cacophony of an ongoing naval battle doesn't greet him— ]
There has been some discussion of late, given the recent change in our relationship with the Chantry, of our continued employment of magebane among our forces. I wondered if I might ask your thoughts on the subject.
"Right where I left you, I see," says John, in lieu of a proper greeting.
Stood in the doorway of Flint's office, John observes the tableau (papers, ink, books, cracked window, Flint) and feels some of the lingering discomfort he'd carried back with him dissipate. The ballroom, masks and strains of Merry Widow of Wycome are blessedly far removed from this setting.
"Anything exciting occur in my absence?"
Stood in the doorway of Flint's office, John observes the tableau (papers, ink, books, cracked window, Flint) and feels some of the lingering discomfort he'd carried back with him dissipate. The ballroom, masks and strains of Merry Widow of Wycome are blessedly far removed from this setting.
"Anything exciting occur in my absence?"
[ They haven't been formally introduced beyond Flint being the one to pass down the order that sent Lino and Thor to deal with a certain amphibious geyser in High Town, and now seems as good a time as any to rectify that.
Even if the door is open, even if it's a superfluous display, the Antivan raps his knuckle twice on the heavy wooden door. ]
Even if the door is open, even if it's a superfluous display, the Antivan raps his knuckle twice on the heavy wooden door. ]
[ Sounding very aggrieved: ]
Did you send that woman my way? Eshal?
Did you send that woman my way? Eshal?
[ The hall is empty. The floor, near to it. The tower. Absence is what caught in his mind to begin with, an empty room to put this question that keeps rocking to and fro across old floorboards, that he won't hang on Isaac's bloodied head, nor drop into Leander's waiting void. That he can't seem to quiet.
It's empty, but he checks first, before he finds his way into Flint's office, lets the heavy door close silent at his back, and asks, ]
Do you think-- [ There's no hello. ] that it would attract more suspicion if I went back, or if I didn't?
It's empty, but he checks first, before he finds his way into Flint's office, lets the heavy door close silent at his back, and asks, ]
Do you think-- [ There's no hello. ] that it would attract more suspicion if I went back, or if I didn't?

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