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driftfleet2016-08-11 01:01 am
nugqueen) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-11 01:01 am
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Who: Leliana
Broadcast: yes
Action: aboard the blue fish
When: now
[Leliana's address to the network came somewhat late - someone had gotten revenge for her prank, after all. Her cowl is pulled back resting about her shoulders and her skin and the ends of her hair are still drying after she'd scrubbed the ink off. Schmooples could be heard snuffling from her lap, his long ears making a cameo as he was cradled against her.]
I apologize. It seems I mayhap have fallen victim to a long slumber. I don't recall the ships leaving the planet we were last on, but I am to understand some time has passed.
[Guaranteed, Riona waited a good few days before daring to draw on her face.]
I will be resuming my duties in the Interfaith Center – Stefan, I apologize sincerely for my absence. I hope it has not caused an inconvenience.
[She smiles warmly, blue eyes lit up as she continues speaking.]
For those who do not know me: I am Sister Nightingale and I assist the Interfaith Center for those of Andrastian faith, hailing from Thedas. I can also be found aboard the Blue Fish, should anyone ever seek counsel from me outside of the Center. You do not have to be Andrastian to do so, of course.
Private: Riona Cousland Theirin.
[There's a bit of an evil smile on Leliana's face as she switches the feed to private.]
You got your revenge, no?
[She laughs warmly, her eyes alight with mischief]
Care to join me for lunch? I'm feeling a bit peckish after being out of sorts. You can catch me up on all the latest gossip.
[She runs her fingers through the wet ends of her red hair and Schmooples crawls up her chest into view to snuffle at the camera over her shoulder.]
I hope I didn't worry you too much.
Action
[Leliana can be found either aboard the Blue Fish or in the Interfaith Center praying silently before her own hand made totem statue of Andraste. The nap seemed to have done her at least a little good. Still she felt the lingering grief of home and the troubles it faced but she was slowly becoming more at peace in her new life. Perhaps she could finally lay down her burdens? She wasn't so sure yet. For now she moved on to the next stage of things – normalcy.
Aboard the Blue Fish Leliana makes her security rounds, stopping to take a break to make some tea and enjoy some quiet in the kitchens. Something seemed amiss, though she couldn't put her finger on it nor guess that perhaps that it was because a crew member had gone missing. Still the stillness put her at ease.]
Broadcast: yes
Action: aboard the blue fish
When: now
[Leliana's address to the network came somewhat late - someone had gotten revenge for her prank, after all. Her cowl is pulled back resting about her shoulders and her skin and the ends of her hair are still drying after she'd scrubbed the ink off. Schmooples could be heard snuffling from her lap, his long ears making a cameo as he was cradled against her.]
I apologize. It seems I mayhap have fallen victim to a long slumber. I don't recall the ships leaving the planet we were last on, but I am to understand some time has passed.
[Guaranteed, Riona waited a good few days before daring to draw on her face.]
I will be resuming my duties in the Interfaith Center – Stefan, I apologize sincerely for my absence. I hope it has not caused an inconvenience.
[She smiles warmly, blue eyes lit up as she continues speaking.]
For those who do not know me: I am Sister Nightingale and I assist the Interfaith Center for those of Andrastian faith, hailing from Thedas. I can also be found aboard the Blue Fish, should anyone ever seek counsel from me outside of the Center. You do not have to be Andrastian to do so, of course.
Private: Riona Cousland Theirin.
[There's a bit of an evil smile on Leliana's face as she switches the feed to private.]
You got your revenge, no?
[She laughs warmly, her eyes alight with mischief]
Care to join me for lunch? I'm feeling a bit peckish after being out of sorts. You can catch me up on all the latest gossip.
[She runs her fingers through the wet ends of her red hair and Schmooples crawls up her chest into view to snuffle at the camera over her shoulder.]
I hope I didn't worry you too much.
Action
[Leliana can be found either aboard the Blue Fish or in the Interfaith Center praying silently before her own hand made totem statue of Andraste. The nap seemed to have done her at least a little good. Still she felt the lingering grief of home and the troubles it faced but she was slowly becoming more at peace in her new life. Perhaps she could finally lay down her burdens? She wasn't so sure yet. For now she moved on to the next stage of things – normalcy.
Aboard the Blue Fish Leliana makes her security rounds, stopping to take a break to make some tea and enjoy some quiet in the kitchens. Something seemed amiss, though she couldn't put her finger on it nor guess that perhaps that it was because a crew member had gone missing. Still the stillness put her at ease.]
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[She feels vulnerable admitting so. That's not a feeling she takes lightly. Cole did his best to be helpful to members of the Inquisition and while doing so he often got straight to the heart of their deeper problems. Though, why he insisted bees could substitute honey in wine was beyond her.]
Were you there in the Fade with the Inquisitor?
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[He doesn't know.]
Yes. Solas, me, Blackwall, Cadash, Marian Hawke, Jean-Marc Stroud.
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[She'll make a mental note of that, considering Adawolfe Hawke was adamant that King Alistair had gone into the fade.]
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Alistair was in Denerim, being King. Fondness in the ink, a bright smile and laughter shared between scribe and king, he's king, but he never acts like he's better than anyone, always laughs at the soft jokes made at his expense.
Stroud stayed. Charged. Flash of sword and relief that the Calling would end.
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It was a pity that some part of her had.]
Oh, he used to get so confused when someone made jokes at him. I think the only time I've ever seen someone tease him earnestly and he return it was Riona. Morrigan teased him to be cruel, of course.
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[He flinches.]
Sharp edges, sharp words, dark spirits cling and call and fall under her heel, will wrapped like wire, biting and burning-
[He shakes himself, like he could shake off her presence and the memories of it.]
Not at. With. He laughed too.
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[It was honestly strange. Morrigan hadn't exactly had a mother to model herself after and her brief experiences outside of the Wilds hadn't warmed her up to people. She'd been an insufferable bitch more times than not.]
He did. I think I miss him being here. He'd be nice to have around, to break up the tension a bit.
[Even if he wasn't the Alistair that had married Riona, he was still Alistair to her. He was still her friend.]
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[He doesn't know what to think of that.]
She drank of the well and tied herself forever to what she hated most and Solas' laugh was bitter but bright. Samson burned brilliant and Cullen's stomach turned.
Is being here changing you?
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[The Old God Baby thing.. she'd pictured him with horns and teeth and glowing eyes like a demon. Instead he was a normal boy.]
Morrigan drank from the well? Oh, that is rich. She must be beside herself with rage.
[If there was one thing Leliana enjoyed it was Morrigan being upset, if only because the two could never get along.]
Hmm. I wonder if it has, or if it is something else.
[It was hard still to open up about every little thing, even as Cole could probably read her heart and know the truth of it. She was worried Riona saw someone different, the years turning her into someone resembling Marjolaine.]
Anders isn't like Rhys.
[To draw on an example Cole could understand, more or less.]
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[He rubs his eyes and buries his face briefly in Schmooples.
He blinks. He doesn't understand why she'd say that.]
No. Not at all. Why would he be?
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[Thank the Maker that he was so much like Wynne, really. Or well, she saw bits of her in him. She didn't know how much of that was their relation or otherwise. Still, the memory of White Spire made her heart ache for her old friend. It had been a shame to tell Riona about it, even in passing.]
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The first time at Adamant. With Wynne.
[A slug shuffles up onto Schmooples' head, like a strange, living wig.]
Anders knew differently. To Rhys, being a mage was an all consuming statement. It was being, career, lifestyle, all. Anders knew mage was what he was, but wasn't who he wanted to be.
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That does... seem to make a difference. I am sorry if my comparison was ill founded.
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[He lets go just as Schmooples decides to go back to his mother, climbing across laps. The slug stays on his head.]
Rhys was... I don't know the word. He didn't want to rebel from the Circle. Adrian did, but he didn't. He wanted reform.
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[However well she'd gotten on with Anders before, it changed nothing. She felt as if she needed to do something, before the spirit of Vengeance took him or somehow found a stronger host.]
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[Cole's voice is small, because he disagrees with people all the time, but sometimes they get pretty upset about it.]
He didn't want this. he doesn't want to be Vengeance.
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[She does disagree with him, but not for Vengeance's wants or lack there of. It was definitely Vengeances' fault though. Just as it was Anders' fault as well.]
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[Cole flickers away again, back against a far wall.]
Wisdom was Pride, Vengeance isn't Rage! Mercy isn't Despair. Why is it okay to destroy spirits because mortals corrupt them?!
Rhys didn't destroy me. I was like Vengeance. I was Mercy.
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[Leliana opens her mouth and closes it, really not sure what to say. He was right. By all accounts he had murdered people as well. She still remembered White Spire, but then - hadn't he been trying to help Rhys in his own way? Justice had wanted to help the mages too.]
You've helped people since White Spire. You helped the Inquisitor, no? And you helped those in pain.
[He'd even tried to help her, but that bee in her wine was a little weird...]
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[Yes, he helped people since, but it took an act of kindness and love and compassion to help him find his way back.]
The angrier you get at them, the worse it gets. You need to understand. Understanding isn't agreeing. It's understanding. Rhys understood why I did what I did but he didn't agree.
Spirits need to be understood. We're not like you. We are what mortals around us make us. In a city full of suffering and injustice and pain, what do you think would happen toany spirit?
And if you keep being angry and raging at that spirit for being what it is...
[Your rage fuels that spirit further and further into the darker side of its nature.]
If Rhys had raged and called me a monster... I would have Despaired. And I would become a monster.
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You're right. Anger does not foster understanding.
[Yet instinctively she had begun to place blame upon the incident in Kirkwall for Justinia's death. She'd wanted something to be angry at, to focus her energy into. Without the work Justinia had tried to do - the Inquisition - what else did she have? Where could she even place her grief? She wanted Vengeance more than anything and was looking for it in the wrong place.]
It does not change that Justice's situation and yours are different. Your spirit is not tied to Cole's the way that Justice is tied to Anders. The two of them exist together, fueling one another. It is only a matter of time before one finds the boiling point in the other in this place.
[At least that's what she believed. They were dangerous and dangerous things needed to be eliminated.]
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They didn't kill Justinia. Corypheus did. You want revenge for her death. They want revenge for Karl. Everyone keeps getting revenge until there's no one left.
[He tucks his knees up to his chest and rests his chin on them.]
They are different. But if you can only feel that rage and vengeance, you can't go near them. You're one of the things making it worse. You'll fuel both of them. Justice will sense it and Anders can see the accusation in your gaze.
[You're part of the problem, not the solution, is what he means.]
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[And the way he says it so plainly - that she was making the situation worse - makes her press her lips together in an attempt to silence any sort of retort that might lash out. He was right. Of course he was right. It didn't make hearing it any nicer.]
So you suggest I... stay away from them. My personal feelings only make the problem grow.
[She could do that, honestly. Part of her still wanted to act violently at the nearest opportunity.]
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[Plain, maybe even blunt, but he speaks a hard truth. She's doing worse than hurting Justice. She's changing him.]