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driftfleet2018-09-18 10:08 pm
reluctantbastard) wrote in driftfleet2018-09-18 10:08 pm
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September Blue Fish Mingle
Who: Blue Fish crew, friends, pets, and anyone who wants to come
Broadcast: maybe?
Action: Definitely on the Blue Fish
When: After 9/11 when they're in drift
So, those boxes....turns out if you open them, you get trouble. Isn't that great?! But, the Blue Fish was smart enough to not deal with that.
Not that they're going to get off scott free, since they have friends on other ships. And, well, a lot of them are from Thedas.
Broadcast: maybe?
Action: Definitely on the Blue Fish
When: After 9/11 when they're in drift
So, those boxes....turns out if you open them, you get trouble. Isn't that great?! But, the Blue Fish was smart enough to not deal with that.
Not that they're going to get off scott free, since they have friends on other ships. And, well, a lot of them are from Thedas.
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Except, he looks down to see an extremely familiar beast. Another snow leopard rescued from Selvin-9 when he himself was adopted by Doglord. However, he doesn't think they belong to Anders, because it doesn't appear to be quite as fat or demanding.
He stands from his stool and lets his frown set in as it's wont to do nowadays.]
Did what?
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I had hoped that your elvhen blood would give you clarity, but you are just as blinded. You do not even have magic. [She says this like it's a very, very sad thing, like she's telling him that he'll never be able to walk again or he'll never have children.
...That said, he does seem to have dragon blood, and that is weird, and he seems to sing with some kind of illness of the blood, which is also weird. Really weird.] Did you tamper with your blood yourself?
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What elvhen blood? [He knows what that means. He's not an idiot, but it's very unexpected.
But the other comment, considering recent events, has him stand still.]
What do you know about it?
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[Her brow furrows deeper. Loyalty paces unhappily between the two of them, tail lashing back and forth and occasionally meowing loudly.] I know that you are sick with blood that sings an old song. I know that somehow the blood of dragons is in you. Neither of these things happen naturally.
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[And he's a little uncomfortable thinking about the possibility even. It's bad enough with what he learned about Calenhad and his father. It doesn't sit well with him, but he wasn't there at the time the decisions had to be made either.]
As for the rest, that's none of your business.
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[Justice’s face doesn’t shift from her perpetual glare as she cocks his head at him, as if she’s listening to something, but after three long seconds, she jerks her shoulder in some approximation of a shrug.] So be it.
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Why should this be any different than anything else? It would have to have been my mother because my father was too visible to not have been brought up for being an elf as the king of a country.
[Just another lie Maric, Eamon and the rest of his entire "family" shared with him. Perhaps even Duncan if the stories he heard about the liberation of Ferelden from other veterans were true.]
I'm not even surprised anymore.
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She considers Alistair, looking a lot like she’s glaring, but that’s just her face.] You have been lied to often, I take it.
If you wish to know the truth, you can give me an artifact handled by one who would know it. A trinket from one of your parents, perhaps.
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My entire life appears to have been a lie if what you're saying is correct, but it was pretty much that way the first nineteen years of my life, so this is nothing.
[He removes the cracked pendant from his mother and hands it out without question.]
You might as well come into the medbay properly instead of hovering like some malevolent news dispenser.
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[Justice enters the meds bay, picking the nearest cot to sit on and allowing the unhappy snow leopard to pave at her feet before accepting the pendant. She rubs her fingers along the cracks, closing her eyes and frowning.
Justice still doesn’t know much about this new world. What she sees is confusing, but she does recognize one thing.]
This belonged to your mother, and she suffered grave injustice. [Justice keeps frowning, still fingering the amulet as she takes her time processing what she sees.] She did not trust humans. She did not trust the nobility. She did not trust the... Chantry? [Justice’s brow flickers at that word, struggling to understand the full context of the Chantry, but there’s more to say.] They all enslaved and abused her at one point or another in her life. She was afraid it would happen to you too.
[Justice’s fingers tighten on the amulet, struggling harder to catch onto the context of what she sees, knowing there’s more to say but needing to understand their full implication.]
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Isn't it always.]
If she were an elf, that would make sense. Humans, especially those in the Chantry, were not kind to any elf, but especially one with magic in the Circles.
[He's not really sure what it is that he's hoping to get out of this. He's not even sure if he should believe it.]
But if a mage had met up with the King of Ferelden, especially an elf, that would have been hard to hide. At least in the Tower.
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[Justice frowns deeper at the amulet, gradually sorting the memories into something coherent in her head.]
Her blood sang with the same poison yours does, but then it did not anymore. I do not know how she purged the poison, but she had to go back to the tower, and she could not let them know she had a child.
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[He wracks his head to try and think of any Wardens that left, but he'd spent such a small amount of time with the rest of the Fereldan Wardens before the fight at Ostagar that it's futile. He doesn't know all the stories.]
A mage taken from a Circle to be a Warden and sent back after she was cured of the Taint? Impossible.
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[She places the amulet firmly between her fingers, closing her eyes.
As she speaks next, her face slackens, her voice taking a distinct Orlesian lilt as she speaks.]
She loves you. She knew as she left you with your father that she would regret it for the rest of her life, but she also knew she would never be allowed to have you. The Chantry would take you away if they knew, and the nobility would kill you or force you into an alienage if your father attempted to intercede on your behalf. She couldn't let you go to the alienage, and she couldn't let you die or be taken by the Chantry. She knew what they would do to you. Lying was the only way she saw to spare you suffering from your heritage. You'd be an orphan bastard, but you'd be a free, human one.
A friend with poison in his blood promised to watch over you while she was trapped in the tower. His name was Duncan. [Justice shakes herself, her voice returning to normal and her eyes opening.] That is all I can see.