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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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[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.]