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driftfleet2016-05-17 08:11 pm
vagabond_code) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-17 08:11 pm
Action: Open.
Who: Clint, Kate, and Kara || OR YOU
Broadcast: No broadcast.
Action: Iskaulit.
When: Tonight.
(CLOSED TO KATE AND KARA)
[When Kate Bishop says, 'I want to introduce you to a friend', get suspicious. Have a beer, find a pack of cards from where it had been stashed behind Varric's bar, deal yourself a few hands of Solitaire and park your butt. Dress in your best purples. They'd recently been discussing their respective romantic prospects, so he was primed for one of two equally unpleasant scenarios. Had Kate found him a date? Had Kate found someone for her own dating purposes? Was this some sort of weird thing where she wanted Clint to like the guy? A permission thing? Have another drink, consider upping and leaving, check the time like a billion times.
But they're weren't late, not yet. He was early. Because, what if he wanted to make a good impression? You only get one chance.]
(OPEN TO EVERYONE)
[Before this anxious meeting, and probably after it, Clint will be on what he has come to think of as the ship-with-the-bar-on-it. Hit him up there, or bump into him while he gets bored and takes to broadening his understand of what this place has to offer. Expect him to be nervously fiddling with a pack of cards - performing feats of accuracy that defy the laws of fluid dynamics. In the gardens chopping off the heads of this or that flower with edge of a rapidly spinning card or curving another one gracefully through the air from one end of the hallway to another. He even stands for a fair while looking at the mural. Anywhere else, he'll at least pop his head in.]
Broadcast: No broadcast.
Action: Iskaulit.
When: Tonight.
(CLOSED TO KATE AND KARA)
[When Kate Bishop says, 'I want to introduce you to a friend', get suspicious. Have a beer, find a pack of cards from where it had been stashed behind Varric's bar, deal yourself a few hands of Solitaire and park your butt. Dress in your best purples. They'd recently been discussing their respective romantic prospects, so he was primed for one of two equally unpleasant scenarios. Had Kate found him a date? Had Kate found someone for her own dating purposes? Was this some sort of weird thing where she wanted Clint to like the guy? A permission thing? Have another drink, consider upping and leaving, check the time like a billion times.
But they're weren't late, not yet. He was early. Because, what if he wanted to make a good impression? You only get one chance.]
(OPEN TO EVERYONE)
[Before this anxious meeting, and probably after it, Clint will be on what he has come to think of as the ship-with-the-bar-on-it. Hit him up there, or bump into him while he gets bored and takes to broadening his understand of what this place has to offer. Expect him to be nervously fiddling with a pack of cards - performing feats of accuracy that defy the laws of fluid dynamics. In the gardens chopping off the heads of this or that flower with edge of a rapidly spinning card or curving another one gracefully through the air from one end of the hallway to another. He even stands for a fair while looking at the mural. Anywhere else, he'll at least pop his head in.]
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Yeah, that's it exactly. I wear this shape to fit through doorways.
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[He taps the side of head beside his ear and winces. Then something occurs to him.]
Hey, y'know sign-language?
[It's worth a shot, right? Maybe the guy tried to learn for communication's sake, before the going-human thing became an option.]
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[He's confused. Why would a wolf know sign language?]
Why...? My enunciation has always been pretty good.
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[He just... he had the look about him.]
Ah, don't worry about it. It was a long shot anyway.
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I'm just a boring old Sheriff in a small community.
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[He's trying here, but he's imagining the wild wild werewolves of the old west. All fur and saloons. Claws at high noon. It's pretty cool in his head, actually.]
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People I... helped. During an invasion. Saved a lot of people, they got grateful a couple of centuries later and offered me a place and job with them.