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driftfleet2015-01-07 10:00 pm
merchantprince) wrote in driftfleet2015-01-07 10:00 pm
action ♪ we like to party
Who: Varric and maybe even you.
Broadcast: Communication is pretty spotty, but you're welcome to pick up the occasional words/phrases.
Action: Anyone on the way-station
When: Early January? I'm not looking for a specific date, just 'before he goes to the forest'.
[Varric appears to have an enthralled audience in this restaurant. He's got some Floot Loops cocktail thing in one hand, with a cute little fruity straw, and he's gesturing wildly with the other hand while he describes something or another. There are more drinks and plenty more food on the table behind him.]
—and then the thing exploded! Right in her face! She just reached up and wiped the blood across her nose, like facepaint. The rest of them turned tail and fled. Why the hell would they stay? Their leader was dead, and they had a pretty pissed-off mage wearing its blood like a damned war trophy.
The rest of that's in my book. Tale of the Champion. I don't want to spoil the whole thing for you all, so you'll have to wait until I find a publishing company out here. I'll take suggestions. And donations.
[He sips his drink. The aliens appear to be clearing out, however reluctantly.]
[ooc: Come have a drink! Or... a non alcoholic drink... with Varric.]
Broadcast: Communication is pretty spotty, but you're welcome to pick up the occasional words/phrases.
Action: Anyone on the way-station
When: Early January? I'm not looking for a specific date, just 'before he goes to the forest'.
[Varric appears to have an enthralled audience in this restaurant. He's got some Floot Loops cocktail thing in one hand, with a cute little fruity straw, and he's gesturing wildly with the other hand while he describes something or another. There are more drinks and plenty more food on the table behind him.]
—and then the thing exploded! Right in her face! She just reached up and wiped the blood across her nose, like facepaint. The rest of them turned tail and fled. Why the hell would they stay? Their leader was dead, and they had a pretty pissed-off mage wearing its blood like a damned war trophy.
The rest of that's in my book. Tale of the Champion. I don't want to spoil the whole thing for you all, so you'll have to wait until I find a publishing company out here. I'll take suggestions. And donations.
[He sips his drink. The aliens appear to be clearing out, however reluctantly.]
[ooc: Come have a drink! Or... a non alcoholic drink... with Varric.]
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he's already moving on past the comment, and on past most of what the dwarf is saying. bouncing right along. maybe proving Varric's point a little bit.]
Oh, yeah I'm great! That story was amazing. How do you think up stuff like that?
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You give me too much credit! That one was all true. ... Well, mostly. I may have embellished some details here and there for the sake of the audience, but the Champion is definitely a real person.
[He smiles, and the edges of his eyes crinkle.]
If it's a good story, there's probably a nugget of truth in it somewhere.
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No way... There's no way that could've been a real story.
[of all the things that he falls for on a regular basis, this is the one he decides to be suspicious about.]
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I know it's hard to believe people like that exist, but they do. They just get lost beneath all the shit they have to put up with.
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[and he laughs again, not believing a word of it, but still thinking the whole thing sounds pretty awesome anyway.]
Hey, do you ever write other things? Like, for magazines?
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I wrote an advice column for a paper once. The paper was a flop, though. Most of the sales went straight into the shitter. Literally. It was cheaper than a lot of other alternatives, so-- you get the idea.
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and, haa. he's got a good, low-brow laugh for that comment.]
Advice columns are so stupid, anyways.
...What about stories, though? Like, small ones?
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Short stories? I have a couple written. Just... little things. Drabbles. I was never really sure about publishing them.
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Those would go great in a magazine or something.
[--oh, a gasp!]
Or like, over the radio thing!
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[He mulls over the idea while drinking.]
I could do that, actually.
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[a little bounce, like this is just the most exciting idea ever.]
All there is to listen to right now is people talking. There isn't even any music or anything. So... stories or something would be great.
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What's your favorite kind of story, kid? You like action? Adventure? Maybe... romance?
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You do romance too?
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I do. I mean, not personally. But I write about it.
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[oop, there's that flirty smile again.]
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There's a shortage of cute dwarven girls around here that's absolutely criminal.
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Is it the girls that you're only into, or is it dwarves?
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My only love is Bianca.
She was such a good crossbow. And now she's gone. Gone! Tossed to wherever Atroma puts their shit.
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[yeah this is not what he'd expected.]
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Yeah, that's what I said. She's about this big. [He holds his arms wide.] Has some panels that pop out to help fire. Fully repeating, unless she jams. She doesn't usually jam. But she can get a little bloody when we dance.
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You sound like you're in love with it.
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[OH........]
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his eyebrows shoot upwards!]
...Wow.
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I wish you could meet her, I really do. Someday...
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[even tipsy, he can't quite believe it.
no one has turned him down over a crossbow before.]