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action; tourney.

[personal profile] thunderproof 2018-05-31 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Six!

adalia bursts into six's tent, no consideration for whether she may have someone over or be doing something or anything because she's too excited to think about such things.

Six, I need to tell you about something and it's probably going to be awkward but I have to do it, please!
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[personal profile] thunderproof 2018-05-31 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
whatever, her life has been threatened for lesser reasons, adalia's not worried. she waves her hand in between them, like she can push away six's words and her dagger both, and drops down next to six in an ecstatic heap, taking six's hands in hers and grinning.

I told you it was going to be awkward, but! I slept with a man for the first time and it was very good.

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crystal;

[personal profile] sclavus 2018-08-06 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Six, right?

[ an unfamiliar voice - low and rough, gravelly. probably not the person you'd expect to be a messenger for adalia. ]

Your sister wanted to let you know she's alive and safe. She's limiting her use of the crystal.
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[personal profile] sclavus 2018-08-07 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
In hiding. The dragon makes it difficult to travel, so she's staying out of sight.

[ that's basically all he heard from her on it. he's just the messenger, ugh. ]

She's unharmed. Shaken, but determined.

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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-09-11 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He’s by and large avoided the girl. Isn’t in the habit of pressing nervous young women — least of all those armored and solemn-faced and twenty pounds on him — however far they might be coaxed from shell.

But needs as must. His mule’s a stubborn, shift-and-start thing; hers behaves little better for all its absurd size. Borrowed to purpose upon this mission: Some droll delivery to a Marcher town, nestled in the crags. Correspondence too valuable to trust to wings (too cheap to afford proper escort).

Isaac’s ridden a horse before, but he can count those occasions upon his hands and come up with fingers to spare. The discomfort on his face starts off well-smothered, grows readily-apparent by the second hour of rocky trail.

Which is about when he starts running his mouth.

"What do you suppose is in it?"

The letter.
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[personal profile] wythersake 2018-10-19 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"But we look dreadfully intimidating."

Thinks it’s more likely — perhaps — that they’ve been sent to opposite purpose. You don’t need to put important documents in a big guarded caravan labeled try me; you don’t need to put a mage and a decorated fighter on a delivery.

But that’s not pressing. He isn’t a horseman. He isn’t, either, unobservant: She’s shown readier affection of the things than any stray faces they’ve passed.

"Have you ever heard the tale of the firebird?"

He’ll mangle it as he goes.

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post-minrathous shenannigans

[personal profile] esquive 2018-09-15 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The regularity of their matches has been interrupted for some weeks now - first by the abrupt efforts to rendezvous with those who had escaped from Tevinter, then again by the effort to rescue those who hadn't managed to slip free of the Inperium's capitol at all. True, they'd technically been in one another's company for some part of the second, but a ship to and from is to place for sparring. Besides, she had matters to attend to and he found the Nocen Sea didn't agree with him and had spent most of the trip back to Kirkwall just ill enough to dislike the prospect of moving and talking to anyone.

He expects the natural order of things to resume after. Instead only a few days after the return from Minrathous, Marcoulf finds himself climbing the interminable stairs to Gallows' highest floors where rumor, i.e. the good word of a harried maid, has it that Six is seeing to one of the animals there.

The moment he reaches the griffon roost though, Marcoulf pauses there at the landing. The smell of straw and feather is strong here, dark shapes of dozing creatures shifting in the low light. It's not the first time he's been up to this landing - curiosity had dredged him up here of its own volition in his first weeks in Kirkwall -, but it's the first time he means to cross the threshold and he finds himself thinking about the alarming shapes of claws and beaks. So he lingers at the landing, squinting into the dim roost for a trace of the woman he's looking for.

He has some minor thing to tell her that evidently can't wait.
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[personal profile] esquive 2018-09-16 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
The confirmation of her presence is enough to coax him from the doorway. Straw crunches underfoot, dust motes stirring idly in the roost's penetrating shafts of failing sunlight. Lanterns will need to be lit here soon if there's to be any light left to see by.

He pauses a few steps shy of her, right hand floating absently to hook at the seam of his sleeve. It's not a bow - she doesn't warrant anything like that -, but it's near enough to the start of one that the gesture evokes the sensation. Clearly there's some habit to it and one Marcoulf enjoys in some quiet way that he keeps doing it without much thought or question.

"I'm leaving for Ferelden in the morning and wanted to say as much so you knew not to look for me in the yard."

Simple enough, and all business.

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crystal / pre-satinalia.

[personal profile] hornswoggle 2018-11-13 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
So, do you still care to handle our ship's accounts?
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[personal profile] hornswoggle 2018-11-14 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
We do. And I think the crew will take to you.

[ godspeed, six. ]

I'll recommend you to Captain Flint. He might be more..exacting than I, but I think he'll agree with me that you're the best suited.

[ john's singular criteria: unphased by criminal activity ]

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very mysterious orders

[personal profile] matchymatchy 2019-02-13 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Six wakes, she'll find that she's been ordered on a mission to an outlying Marcher village to accept an important package. It's terribly mysterious, quite hush-hush. The directions are beautifully calligraphed, and quite legitimate. When she prepares to depart, a stranger (terrible, mysterious) may already be waiting.

If Six doesn't use her own horse, a flawless white stallion previously unknown to the Gallows will be provided. The journey takes them along an unusually long and scenic route for what should be a short journey — they really aren’t going that far from Kirkwall.

Upon arrival, an Inquisition scout will hand off the package: A basket containing a full charcuterie spread and several dainty pastries. She'll show them to a lovely little orchard, where a fine blanket has already been laid on the grass.

... It won't be long until they're chased out of that orchard by its minder, a local man in his eighties wielding a broom.

OOC Note: Krem is played by Cris. Feel free to play out a thread, handwave things, or ignore it entirely, but check with each other first! ❤
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Crystal

[personal profile] thorndergod 2019-05-08 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a clearing of a throat and an awkward pause before he speaks.]

Hello. Six. It is Thor. Of House Asgard. I was wondering if you would, that is, my brother is getting married, and I was wondering if you would consider accompanying me.
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[personal profile] thorndergod 2019-05-09 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
A guard?

[Now he's confused. Does she think him weak? But he pushes that back for now.]

No. I can handle any enemies that may show up, and deal with my brother should he attempt to kill me again.

[Moving on.]

I would like you to go with me, as a date.

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[personal profile] esquive 2019-05-25 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It somehow doesn't occur to him to arrange to be literally anywhere else when the rescue-turned-recovery team finally rides back into Kirkwall. Which is stupid - one dumb oversight in a long string of them -, and for a moment when the horses come filing in under the heavy stone archway of the Inquisition's dockside stable compound, he doesn't quite realize who or what he's looking at.

And then there is that big flaxen colored gelding, and the woman in the saddle, and the logical pieces wander together to sit like a stone at the bottom of his belly.

A boy runs to catch the reins of one of the horses, helping its rider down and Marcoulf finds himself trailing after him from out of the shadow of the stables. He catches the gelding's stirrup and looks up at Six in the saddle and he means to say-- something?

And doesnt. For a long, awkward beat. Then Marcoulf clears his throat roughly.

"I'll help see to him." A curt nod to the gelding.

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[personal profile] cozen 2019-08-20 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Colombe

[ It’s a respectable evening hour, not too long after most people have had dinner, when messaging people out of the blue is least likely to be inconvenient. ]

—would you like to learn to play?

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action! somewhere in the gallows at some point

[personal profile] degenere 2019-09-19 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wherever Six is likely to be in the Gallows: suddenly, Val is there too. He is carrying a few books, and a folio of parchment, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up over his forearms. Some mysterious black substance is dusted over his clothing, and is clumped thickly on his fingertips especially.

This makes it maybe intimidating when he points to Six.]


You!

[--More cheerful than accusatory.]

You are Six, yes? I am Val de Foncé. You are to teach me of dragon's speech. And I am here, now, so--?

[He gestures, with the books. They aren't anything to do with dragons. The titles are in Orlesian. And Val, by the way, smells faintly of smoke. C'est la vie, for a scholar.]

UuU

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welcome

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