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[merchantprince]

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.]

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[merchantprince]

[This is thankfully not the first time he's been around a conjurer, but it never gets any less surprising. He could just... not take them. He could. But it's not like he's being offered a crossbow. Maybe he'll make an exception, just this once.]

Wow, shit. That's the sort of thing only made-up people do. I'm shocked.

[He reaches out to inspect them. They're a pretty good make, even for someone who's unfamiliar with the general concept of sunglasses. They don't appear to be falling apart in his hand. He sets them aside and takes a little bow.]

Varric Tethras. Businessman, storyteller, occasional kidnapping victim.

[onlyanapple]

It's not exactly common where I come from, either.

[They are totally raybans, Crowley only makes the best, gosh. He gives an idle wave in greeting.]

Anthony Crowley. Demon and regular bar prop.

[merchantprince]

[Thankfully, Varric isn't drinking when that introduction happens. Something like panic shoots through his expression.]

You're a... [Just. So casually.] Shit. Maferath's balls, just my luck.

[He considers adding another colorful epithet, but in the end he just downs the rest of his drink.]

At least you're honest. I can respect that, most people aren't. And you don't seem interested in possessing people so much as, uh, manifesting eyewear?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley has been in Paradisa for so long, that people either know him or of him fairly soon after their arrival. It's been a while since he's had people be surprised by the demon thing. He gives a nonchalant shrug.]

Why would I want to do that when I have an empty body all of my own? Possessing people is just cramped and nasty. I haven't got time for that bullshit.

[merchantprince]

[He's still incredulous about this whole thing.]

You know, I... really can't blame you. That's what demons do on my world, though-- they possess mages and go around eating people like it's an all you can eat buffet. It's ugly business. And they're all pretty ugly too, actually.

You're not bad however. Maybe a little plain, but in a classic way.

[onlyanapple]

Well, I don't eat eople, that's just disgust-

[Wait, NO.]

Plain?

[merchantprince]

[Uh oh, he's mad.]

There's no color! You need some color. Maybe a red handkerchief in your pocket or something.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley grimaces.]

Why would I do that? Black and white goes with any room you walk into. It's sleek. It says 'I own this room and everyone in it'.

[merchantprince]

I thought it said 'I'm going to a funeral but I don't have any tailored black shirts'.

[A shrug.]

But you do look pretty slick. Hence why I said 'classic'. Even if... no one has clothes like that where I'm from.

[onlyanapple]

Well, that's harsh.

[He likes you.You can stay.]

No, you do look like the sort of dungeons and dragons type.

[merchantprince]

[He tried.]

That's... surprisingly on-point. I have, in fact, been inside dungeons. And fought dragons.

It sucked, by the way.

[onlyanapple]

Huh how about that.

Yeah, I can agree to that. Not that we had that stuff back home, mind, but the last place I'm in loved sending ridiculous shit like that at us.

[merchantprince]

There's another place that loves the kidnapping bullshit? Just how many of these places are there?

[onlyanapple]

From what I can gather? A lot.

The place I was before was a sentient castle that ate people's...emotions? Souls? Something. It would screw us over with something either ridiculous or horrific every month.