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inquisitor's path 1: well, shit

Who: Jove Lavellan
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the marsiva
When: right now!!

Well.

[It's half breathless, half amused, and said with something of a strained grin. Why does weird shit keep happening to her. At least this time when she's waking up there's no chains around her wrists or incredibly intimidating women shouting questions at her. Her hand aches dimly, but it's nowhere near as bad as she's used to. She must be very far from home if she can't feel any rifts nearby.]

Could someone tell me what year it is? One moment you're jumping through a magical mirror and now here I am in... whatever this is.

I'm fairly certain it's not the Fade and I don't feel particularly dead.

[And then, more quietly,]

Cassandra is going to kill me.

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[Dorian's already filled her in on the time differences, but it's very hard to remember when this is the Varric she knows, grinning and at ease and making jokes to diffuse difficult situations. Not to mention all that chest hair.]

With quite a few less demons tempting us all to make terribly stupid deals, too. It's almost like a vacation.

[Always the chest hair.]

Ah, I take it you're from my apparently demon-infested future?

The good news is there's beer. The bad news is that it tastes worse than the Hanged Man's watered-down ale.

[Everyone loves it and it's always on display, he really should expect it to have fans by now.]

It would seem that way.

[A bit wistful, because a Varric who knew her would be a great comfort in such a strange place. But it's not a terrible loss, and any Varric is much better than none at all when she can simply build a new friendship with this one.

Hopefully. Hopefully she can.]

If it helps at all, I've every intention of keeping all of that business to myself. You won't hear anything you'd rather not from me.

[Varric's ratings have been excellent, but he's not one to brag unnecessarily. Just when it fits.]

Yeah, I hear you. I'm not big on spoilers. Unless you want to hear me swearing endlessly about the Seeker dragging me into that mess, it's probably for the best.

So. Why don't we start with your name?

[Stories about Varric and Cassandra being grumpy at each other? That might just make her homesick and she hasn't even been here a full day yet.]

My name, of course. Jove, of clan Lavellan. We have Cassandra dragging us into messes in common, at the very least.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, good. So it's not just me. I bet she didn't toss you in a sack though. Did I ever tell you about that? She tossed me in a damned sack. Maker's breath, there are better ways to get me alone. And they're less painful too.

But I digress. What brings the Dalish all the way to... uh... You're not like Merrill, is what I'm saying.

You know, I don't think you did tell me that. There was no sacks involved in for me, just some bondage and jail cells. The usual, I expect, for Cassandra.

[But somehow there's still some fondness mixed in there. Cassandra grew on her, sue her. And now, because she would like him to have something exciting for whatever stories he may tell later, she gives him a hint of the truth. Not enough for him to call spoilers, just enough to make it interesting.]

Would you believe me if I told you it had something to do with spying?

That almost makes her sound fun.

[VARRIC PLEASE.]

Spying, huh? So you popped out of your forest to have a look at men in dresses beating the shit out of each other?

She has her moments.

[Where is the popcorn, seeing an earlier version of Varric grumble about Cassandra is just as entertaining as her own Varric doing it.]

Wouldn't you? All that commotion means eventually something has to give. Better to have an idea where the mess is coming from so you can avoid it, wouldn't you say?

[somewhat sullenly] I'm sure.

[yeah he'll have to see it to believe it.]

I would, except I know exactly where it came from because I live there.

[Fucking. Anders. Why. Why did you have to do the thing.]

Where it- came from?

[That catches her a bit by surprise, his use of the past tense. He didn't know who she was, so she had been so sure he was like Fenris and Merrill, from far before anything terrible had happened in Kirkwall. Maybe she's understanding him wrong, there's always that, but she has to find some way to find out.

Just in case, she manages to lock the conversation to just the two of them. She'll have to thank Dorian for that information later.]

I'm sorry, I was never clear just when it was that Cassandra retrieved you. [Or stuffed him in a sack, as it were.] What state is Kirkwall in, Varric?

[Varric sighs and rubs at his temple.]

Kirkwall is shit but it's still standing. The guard is the only thing keeping it together. [Bless Aveline...] After the Circle broke, mages kept rising up all over the world.

That was a couple years ago. The Seeker was trying to figure out how it all started. What Hawke's role in it was.

... So she came for me.

What a mess.

[That's usually the kind of thought she'd keep to herself, but she never bothered with Varric. His thoughts on the whole thing are pretty clearly in line with her own at the moment and as she watches him rub his head she feels her own headache starting.]

I can't imagine she was very friendly. What did you tell her?

Everything, of course! What choice did I have? She threatened me, shoved a dagger in my book. Almost through my crotch. Thankfully I don't sit like a proper little lady, but holy shit.

[He scowls at the memory. It's still fresh in his mind-- less than two months ago. Give Varric a chance to bitch and he will bitch endlessly.]

She could've had my head at any time and she made sure I knew it. I've had friendlier chats, is what I'm saying.

But I guess scaring the piss out of me and ruining literature just isn't enough for some people. Some people want to ruin lives on top of it. Drag other people into shit they have no business being involved in.

Edited 2015-02-17 07:08 (UTC)

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