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[merchantprince]

Who: Varric and open
Broadcast: Video, and open!
Action: The Huntress crew & visitors.
When: The end of March (after dragon stuff I guess?)

[action;]

[After taking a nice hot shower to wash off a month's worth of dust, Varric is back in business being his nosy self. You bet he's checking the food stores to see how much of the crap he imported is still there, as well as the cargo bay because 1. that's where his desk is and 2. he had a buttload of alcohol there last time he checked.

But really, he's just wandering around so that he can check on his crewmates. He's worried by some of the things he's reading, and he hasn't even set foot on the planet yet.]

[video;]

[Varric eventually settles at his desk and turns on the nearest comm console. Honestly, he looks like nothing's changed. At all. But there is a nervous energy in how his fingers dance along the edge of his makeshift desk, rustling some papers.]

Good evening. Did you all miss me? Don't be shy, we have all night. [Is his chest hair visible? Yes it is.]

I think I'm mostly caught up on what I missed during my exceptionally long beauty nap. [His brown eyes glimmer dangerously in the low light.] Something about peasant uprisings and dragons? Sounds like home.

Comments

[wilder]

Well, that's creepy.

Hard in Hightown? Yeah, I kept it safe.

[merchantprince]

A little.

[He smirks a bit.] Anyway, that's good. Can't go losing the master copy. You can send it back whenever. I'm working on the last bit of this new book... Falling asleep like that really screwed up my deadline, though.

I don't mind forwarding a couple chapters to you if you're interested.

[wilder]

How could you still have a deadline? We've been kidnapped and shoved into space.

...What's it about?

[merchantprince]

I like to challenge myself. Plus, if I have a deal with the local printing press, I've only got, what, a month before it becomes totally moot and we move on?

[He's got Kaneis though. It's nice to have dedicated fans.]

It's about a templar who leaves the order and finds out what that really means. Sort of like Donnen, but a little more idealistic. At least in the beginning.

[wilder]

Mm...good point. There's only so many of us in the fleet to sell to.

[Hey man you give him new stories. It's awesome]

Templars.......those are those knights that wear skirts and sticks up their asses, right? [.....okay so Exsilium Hawke may have not been the most clear on those guys]

[merchantprince]

[... That's not what he was expecting, but Varric laughs anyway.]

You're not wrong. As men who wear skirts, they enjoy oppressing men in dresses. It all starts to look the same after a while. Obviously.

[wilder]

I take it the men in dresses are mages? [He gives a sigh] I'll never understand that cliche.

But alright, sounds like it could be a good read. Maybe after I get a chance to read that Champion book you've mentioned.

[merchantprince]

Yep, that's exactly it. They're sworn to watch over them and make sure they don't end up possessed by demons, but in most places it's... not good. Let's just say that Kirkwall ended up on fire.

[He smiles disarmingly.]

You'll love it. There's even some face-melting.

[wilder]

Yeah...I could see where a system like that might go wrong.

[Like. Crazy wrong]

Oh! I always love a good face-melting. Well- in fiction. In reality it's just kinda gross and leaves a stench.

[merchantprince]

[His eyebrow goes up, and so does his approval rating.]

Yeah, that's the nice thing about books. You don't have to worry about how bad a fight smells.

[wilder]

Amen to that. Books never mention just how long you have to bathe to get the stench off after a fight.

[merchantprince]

Books also never mention how very little some people bathe.

[A shudder.]

[wilder]

Oh yeah?

Okay- so in Tales of the Champion since I'm sure you left it out- whose the smelliest?