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driftfleet2014-12-29 02:18 pm
merchantprince) wrote in driftfleet2014-12-29 02:18 pm
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video ♪ well fuck this
Who: Varric
Broadcast: Open a/v on the network.
Action: Anyone on the Marsiva, since he hasn't been shuffled yet.
When: Dec 29th, or so.
[video;]
[The feed, quite frankly, is crap. The communicator's been bumped on midsentence and appears to be capturing video of an empty bunk.]
—e's ass! Where is Bianca?
[There is some mad shuffling offscreen. A door opens, then closes. The shuffling returns, and this time, there is... chest hair? Chest hair. Sorry. He picks up the communicator, examing it and turning it in his hands, and then finally looking straight into the camera.]
I may be the most desirable dwarf in all of Kirkwall, but that doesn't give anyone free pass to kidnap me twice in a row. Come out of hiding, hand over the crossbow, and maybe I'll feel generous enough not to shoot someone in the face on the way out. Maybe.
[His brows knit together. He leans back and rubs at his temple.]
Maker's breath... my head feels like it's full of cotton. Cotton and shit I've never seen before.
Broadcast: Open a/v on the network.
Action: Anyone on the Marsiva, since he hasn't been shuffled yet.
When: Dec 29th, or so.
[video;]
[The feed, quite frankly, is crap. The communicator's been bumped on midsentence and appears to be capturing video of an empty bunk.]
—e's ass! Where is Bianca?
[There is some mad shuffling offscreen. A door opens, then closes. The shuffling returns, and this time, there is... chest hair? Chest hair. Sorry. He picks up the communicator, examing it and turning it in his hands, and then finally looking straight into the camera.]
I may be the most desirable dwarf in all of Kirkwall, but that doesn't give anyone free pass to kidnap me twice in a row. Come out of hiding, hand over the crossbow, and maybe I'll feel generous enough not to shoot someone in the face on the way out. Maybe.
[His brows knit together. He leans back and rubs at his temple.]
Maker's breath... my head feels like it's full of cotton. Cotton and shit I've never seen before.
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[totally glossing over that kneecapping comment--]
I knew I was taller than a dwarf!
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Anyone with half a brain could've told you that.
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So... ha!
[take that, people from home!]