[Upon finding and reading a certain public notice put up by the tavern, Korrin stalks away to destroy some training dummies for a few hours. If there was ever any doubt that she's been holding back before, the mess that's left behind after she's done should make that clear enough. It's late when she finally returns to the quarters she offered to share with Araceli, still deeply furious but able to contain her rage to ranting and pacing now. Her expression is hard and set, the rest of her body rigid with tension. It's doubtful that even time in the hot spring could make that disappear.]
Fucking Anders. Vashedan. That abomination has no business being alive, what the hell are they thinking....
[Becoming a bard is much like becoming a guard was; research, preparation, reading. Leliana's list of books is extensive and Araceli has absolutely no desire to ever disappoint her so there are often many books in their quarters, piled up by neat stacks of parchment and vellum. Araceli is curled up on the bed to read, Lux basking in his corner of fabric scraps they've both stolen to make a nest but his ears prick up before the door opens.
There's just enough time for her to mark her place before Korrin appears. She'd seen the notice herself and thanks to what Bruce had spoken of, she'd slotted the pieces together.
Rescuing Zevran does not make up for igniting a war.]
Korrin... [Rising carefully, she swings open the door to take a quick check before she locks it and moves to set her hand at the small of Korrin's back, a touch that can easily be shrugged off but one that will let her know she isn't alone in the room.] They are probably thinking about how best to limit the damage when this is certainly an embarrassment, at the very least for the spymaster, and a betrayal that could be seen as bordering on treason. Well, perhaps not treason, the Inquisition is not beholden to one nation or one crown, or even one leader, more a mutiny if I am any judge.
[Talking gives Korrin her voice to focus on, even if there's anger and worry in Araceli's voice. It's Araceli's guard voice too, more measured than her usual, less cheer in it but mutiny is serious where she comes from, where a captain has either failed utterly or a crew has betrayed them in the worst possible way. A rare thing with Castileans but still ugly and grievous.]
Such things have to be handled with grace and tact, though simply taking the judgement of this Champion when they are not here...I find that troubling.
Korrin's not where Araceli left her. As though eager to prove herself a terrible patient, the feverish Vashoth woman has stumbled her way to the tavern. Whether deep in denial or trying to beat back her illness by sheer force of willpower, the result is the same; she's practically draped on a corner table, no drink in hand and only vaguely paying attention to her surroundings. The music seems to help, since otherwise she's periodically frowning and looking at nothing in particular...though those afflicted will see the spirits she does. Who knows, Fortitude may even be egging her on.
Whatever has been plaguing Skyhold of late somehow hasn't touched Araceli; privately she'll say it's the sea in her blood, that it keeps her safe even so far from her, when she hasn't seen it, smelt it, touched it in so many months, but she knows better than to say such things here when they might be repeated when something is gripping Skyhold at present. Seeing anyone she loves hurting or in pain is a lead weight in her belly, that she can do nothing only makes it worse so she slips away to find something she can read to Korrin, to bring her something light to eat, some tea she can sip.
That Korrin is gone is troubling, and the only delay is from the cursing fit she has before she hurries off, asking around. It makes it easy that there are so few matching Korrin's description about and the tavern isn't really a surprise but she still needs a moment before she heads in.
The barman doesn't need to jerk his head towards the corner but he does, and she manages a tight smile, swallowing carefully. It isn't Korrin's fault. Something is wrong with her, something that the healers are struggling to treat, and at least Araceli knows where she is and that she hasn't somehow managed to hurt herself as she slips next to her, tucked close to her side.
"Sirena?" Her voice is soft, and she's never been good at keeping the worry out of it, trying to see what Korrin and others can apparently see but there's nothing there and that only makes her fret more. "Why are you here Korrin, you should be in bed, resting, not somewhere so loud." The leg next to Korrin's nudges gently, the side of her mouth attempting a smile as her small hand rubs soothing circles, as if this were any illness, something easier to soothe, something that might burn itself out like a fever.
[Korrin's message several hours later, though she gave it soon after arriving. Her tone is naturally on edge, distant and distorted thanks to how it filters through the Fade.]
Kadan...? Kadan, please answer...are you there?
Nightmare's dead, but we're still stuck...fucking Fade...trying to find a way out. I can feel a pull, going to follow it...hope it leads me to you. I--
[And the sounds of combat commence, so she'll have to try again later.]
Could be delivered after Korrin's escape, given the time delay.
[Much later, with that special Fade filter that should haunt everyone's dreams.]
I haven't given up, kadan. I'm still trying to reach you, but this damned place isn't making it easy. Paths keep disappearing, separating me or others. Demons are everywhere. And there's a woman with your eyes and curls, beckoning and trying to lure me away from the others. I know what she is, I know she's not you. I know what will happen if I follow her. I won't, but it still hurts, seeing what I can't have--you.
I love you, Araceli. I'm not sure when I'll get home, but I won't stop searching.
It's early in the evening when Korrin returns to Skyhold, still clad as an Avvar for the hell of it. Yes, part of it's due to reactions she'll get; scandalizing the easily-scandalized is hilarious, after all. But also, she just could't bring herself to let go of it, at least for the length of the trip back to Skyhold.
The Korrin who enters the main gates is calmer than the one who left, strangely fragile and in shock despite the decline not being what one would call swift. The grief still lingers in her eyes, but said eyes are dry and more apt to remain that way until something seemingly random sets her off. But she hopes that won't be often; Korrin's needed here, and she won't serve the Inquisition by being a wreck. That and she needs Araceli more than she needs to hang out with the Avvar who knew her friend.
So with that in mind, she'll turn to the stables only long enough to get her mount situated before seeking out her kadan.
Perched up on the battlements, Araceli spies Korrin easily when she arrives at the gates; soldiers are good drinking companions, they tend to tell her plenty of things she might want to hear, and they always know the comings and goings if Araceli doesn't know enough herself from her vantage points. Maybe she could come down right away, but she walks along the rooftops until Korrin's alone, slips down onto the hayloft roof, silent as can be. This is how she does these sort of things if she can.
(Grief like this hasn't touched her friends at home, only Leandra, and that was before. Before Araceli snuck into her life, her grieving done the way a queen grieves. Grief for a father is a different thing again.)
She slips down onto the roof of the stable proper, a horse whickering when it smells her though how it can when Korrin is...maybe Korrin fell? But she isn't carrying herself as if wounded, and someone would have told Araceli that much. Rooftops are faster than the ground, so Araceli is back in their rooms when Korrin arrives because some things are best done privately.
"You were to send word when you were at the gate sirena," she tells her because this is Araceli, Araceli just knows things, as she pushes herself away from where she's been pretending to read a book, turning just so, curls over her shoulder. Lux yawns hugely but it's late in the evening and he's fluffed up from a bath, he won't pester either of them.
( A bright, cheerful voice can be heard over the crystal, Ruby pulling together a few things for the impending mission. ) Hey! Araceli, is now an okay time?
[Of course when things have sounded as if they've been going well something has to have her eyeing the sending crystal.]
What's the matter sirena? Are you hurt? [It seems like a logical guess, this being Kirkwall, Korrin being Vashoth and a mage.] Where are you, I'm on my way.
[There's a soft noise that's maybe a curse getting caught in her throat somewhere. It hurts, hurts more than she thought but well, it's done now, isn't it?]
You aren't going after him. [Because you aren't, Araceli doesn't have sway over every ship and Korrin could leave and go to drag him back but she's not going. Maybe she can say she's too surprised to make it a question if Korrin asks her.] Are we going out?
( The message that comes through is quiet - Gwenaëlle shifting to the other side of the library and lowering her voice, so as to stop carrying so obviously into Thranduil's conversation; )
Araceli - I hate to presume on our new acquaintance, ( it doesn't sound like she does, honestly, ) but since I'm presuming competence I hope you'll forgive me. Two more unnecessarily large elves arrived with the rift - Thranduil recognised the name of one, they might be a threat.
Señora Vauquelin when it comes to something important [you know like people getting jobs done] it's already forgiven. If you give me the name you have, I will do my best.
[Exactly what she needs after Galadriel left, that alone would have her keeping an eye on the situation.]
[ he calls at an hour fairly soon after the Gallows mess would have closed for the evening. his tone is polite, perfunctory. ]
This is not a social call, but rather one under the purview of Research. Would you mind describing, as best you are able, whatever you were doing shortly before you arrived in Thedas?
[ pause, shuffling of paper. ]
I am seeking to gather information about Rifters. As the Inquisition has stopped conducting formal interviews upon arrival, we do not have much documentation on the phenomenon for those of us who have arrived more recently. You are not obligated to answer, and are quite free to refuse.
Sleeping. I was asleep. [Two years later and she still remembers that, how abruptly she'd been woken up screaming in a strange land.] And then I was dumped into the snow.
...am I cursed? Not that it's all about me, but at this point I really have to wonder if that's true.
[Sorry, kadan, she'll try to make more sense. But with trying to be there as much as possible for Nahariel and Sina, she hasn't been well-rested in the past few weeks.]
[It's-- No she doesn't know what time it is either, attempting to fit everything in doesn't go so well when half of you is somewhere else.]
No. [Small, horrified. Then:] No. No you're not. Why would you think that you're cursed? Because you have a big heart, independence, humour, and a nature that draws them in? We can't choose all the people that come into our lives, we have even less choice in how they leave them.
[Only that they do, to go to where they will in the end. Martel was sudden enough to hurt, Sina was-- well it's going to hurt but she's had time to say goodbye and to know she can sit by the sea. Breathe deep and know that some things always are.]
What's going on? I'm-- [possibly stuck here for the forseeable, she almost says but if Korrin can hear the sound of a chair being pushed back then that'd be Araceli getting up to go squint out the window] I can see what I can do. It might take a while.
Why was she outside, freezing? What do you mean? Did you get hold of a healer?
[Recovered is a stretch. Too many things cast in too sharp a focus, the way the world is muffled and too bright after a pistol fires off right in the ear.]
The office looks as if a storm ripped through it, I don't know what I was thinking or what I was doing, if anything makes any sense-- I need to clean it before I can let anyone in. Is Cosima well? Are you?
That sending crystals outside of missions should be a luxury, not a right.
[No heat in it, she's too worn out for that.]
Everyone shouting like drunks thrown out of the tavern at closing time might be exactly what they wanted. That this has to be done with care-- How many of them ['rifters', all in for their solidarity, that lot she complained about in Hightown] care past their own nose? Something like this was a possibility, maybe not exactly what I pictured but it's not as if everyone gives a shit outside themselves or about the world.
[There are a lot of them she could throttle; she has a life near three years in the making, if they fuck that for her she'll drown them without a tear the mood she's in right now.]
[ Vane has very little love for exploring the city, and much less patience for its people than Flint, Silver and Max hold. Most of his time is spent at the docks - somewhat guarding the Walrus (sleeping in the captain's quarters while Flint stays at the tavern), and the rest trying to gain a feel for the sailors, the captains, the Inquisition soldiers that pass.
He's signed onto the Naval Presence project by his second day in town, and by the third, he follows the name the Commander had suggested, having found a matching one at the top of the Naval Presence roster. ]
Araceli Bonaventura? [ a gravely, deep voice questions honestly, because what the fuck are these crystals, he doesn't completely trust them to reach the right person. ] Leader of the Naval Presence project?
My name is Charles Vane. My crew and I were suggested to contact you by Commander Coupe.
sorry this is easier if i say she's in skyhold while i'm hiatusing
[New names don't often appear on the Naval Presence roster - not many people sail, Araceli has understood that about Thedas for a long time now - and given that she lives in the docks, she knows the ships, the sailors, spends an ample part of her morning dealing with them.
(Only she's in Skyhold right now, probably, because this makes it easier on hiatus for her to not be physically around, so it'll all be waiting for her when she gets back. Unless the kraken ate it which is a distinct possibility when someone else is looking after him.)]
Speaking. What can I do for Señor Vane? [Antivan sounding to someone who doesn't know where she comes from, a murmur of background chat behind her until some door is firmly shut.] I'm away from Kirkwall right now so anything face to face will need to wait unfortunately but I will do my best to help how I can.
[And the surprise is genuine because you know, they've never spoken much but the subject at hand has her jaw clenching even as her stomach lurches with the implication.]
Right now with as many blades as seem to fall into my possession, the prospect is a tempting one. Plenty must get by without sending crystals, perhaps we might have argued their use and restriction into the bargain.
[She is petty enough to extend a branch presently.]
[ The message comes shortly after the announcement of what is happening in Minrathous, Beleth's voice sounding worried, but trying to keep from reaching a panic. ]
Araceli, I'm sure you've heard what's going on--I'm trying to organize efforts to help the people trying to escape from Tevinter. There are ships that some agents have managed to stow away on, but I fear that the conditions are...not ideal. There's doubtlessly overcrowding, the extra people will strain the ships' resources, they might be pursued--
I need you to go out there and meet them. Escort the agents safely back to Kirkwall.
I can also speak to any of the other...experienced sailors, [ Pirates. ] and see if they can help out, as well.
There is a place in her that is cold and dark, that she doesn't talk about but has had to more recently than she ever wanted to, and she was afraid and alone there with her mind spilling out through her fingers. (Her left hand held in her right now, thumb pressed until it pops.)
But there's doing her duty, and people might die so she swallows all of it, steadies her breathing then picks up the crystal in the left hand.]
I have, we don't have many ships to spare but there's Charles Vane and the rest of the Walrus. If we end up in the same position we did before… [There's not going to be a safe harbour like Llomerryn, and there is a dragon that might come down to burn them alive, and many of them poor swimmers who have never been aboard a ship a day in their lives prior to the Inquisition.
(Perhaps, she thinks with hindsight coming to stab her neatly in the spine, she might have demanded they all fucking learn. That it be mandatory for any going on a ship to a mission.)]
Seheron, there's Qarinus, the first part of Rivain we'd hit is Kont-aar and that'll be friend to little or none of us if they're listing, and after that business in Llomerryn I wouldn't bank on us having a friend there now, I don't know if we could list into her harbours. We'll need to still sail past unless everyone wants to try the passage between it and Rivain, make as if for Wycome, keep hugging the coast or near as…
[Her voice is coming from above now, standing to look at the maps, she'll need to speak to Vane at the very least since she knows him to speak to, hasn't had the chance to talk with any of the rest of them-- But more immediate matters.] How soon can supplies be on the ships? Healing potions, poultices, food and water, bandages? They'll be some aboard but we should expect the worst.
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I always am when I’m warm and the staff warmer still.
Certainly, I haven’t formally met any of the Order yet. Let me know the time, the place, and the dress code and I’ll be there with bells on.
Yours,
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Just after the Anders announcement
Fucking Anders. Vashedan. That abomination has no business being alive, what the hell are they thinking....
[Hi Araceli, how are you?]
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There's just enough time for her to mark her place before Korrin appears. She'd seen the notice herself and thanks to what Bruce had spoken of, she'd slotted the pieces together.
Rescuing Zevran does not make up for igniting a war.]
Korrin... [Rising carefully, she swings open the door to take a quick check before she locks it and moves to set her hand at the small of Korrin's back, a touch that can easily be shrugged off but one that will let her know she isn't alone in the room.] They are probably thinking about how best to limit the damage when this is certainly an embarrassment, at the very least for the spymaster, and a betrayal that could be seen as bordering on treason. Well, perhaps not treason, the Inquisition is not beholden to one nation or one crown, or even one leader, more a mutiny if I am any judge.
[Talking gives Korrin her voice to focus on, even if there's anger and worry in Araceli's voice. It's Araceli's guard voice too, more measured than her usual, less cheer in it but mutiny is serious where she comes from, where a captain has either failed utterly or a crew has betrayed them in the worst possible way. A rare thing with Castileans but still ugly and grievous.]
Such things have to be handled with grace and tact, though simply taking the judgement of this Champion when they are not here...I find that troubling.
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Dammit, Korrin, go to bed.
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That Korrin is gone is troubling, and the only delay is from the cursing fit she has before she hurries off, asking around. It makes it easy that there are so few matching Korrin's description about and the tavern isn't really a surprise but she still needs a moment before she heads in.
The barman doesn't need to jerk his head towards the corner but he does, and she manages a tight smile, swallowing carefully. It isn't Korrin's fault. Something is wrong with her, something that the healers are struggling to treat, and at least Araceli knows where she is and that she hasn't somehow managed to hurt herself as she slips next to her, tucked close to her side.
"Sirena?" Her voice is soft, and she's never been good at keeping the worry out of it, trying to see what Korrin and others can apparently see but there's nothing there and that only makes her fret more. "Why are you here Korrin, you should be in bed, resting, not somewhere so loud." The leg next to Korrin's nudges gently, the side of her mouth attempting a smile as her small hand rubs soothing circles, as if this were any illness, something easier to soothe, something that might burn itself out like a fever.
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Fade message!
Kadan...? Kadan, please answer...are you there?
Nightmare's dead, but we're still stuck...fucking Fade...trying to find a way out. I can feel a pull, going to follow it...hope it leads me to you. I--
[And the sounds of combat commence, so she'll have to try again later.]
Could be delivered after Korrin's escape, given the time delay.
I haven't given up, kadan. I'm still trying to reach you, but this damned place isn't making it easy. Paths keep disappearing, separating me or others. Demons are everywhere. And there's a woman with your eyes and curls, beckoning and trying to lure me away from the others. I know what she is, I know she's not you. I know what will happen if I follow her. I won't, but it still hurts, seeing what I can't have--you.
I love you, Araceli. I'm not sure when I'll get home, but I won't stop searching.
Around a week after Asher's funeral
The Korrin who enters the main gates is calmer than the one who left, strangely fragile and in shock despite the decline not being what one would call swift. The grief still lingers in her eyes, but said eyes are dry and more apt to remain that way until something seemingly random sets her off. But she hopes that won't be often; Korrin's needed here, and she won't serve the Inquisition by being a wreck. That and she needs Araceli more than she needs to hang out with the Avvar who knew her friend.
So with that in mind, she'll turn to the stables only long enough to get her mount situated before seeking out her kadan.
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(Grief like this hasn't touched her friends at home, only Leandra, and that was before. Before Araceli snuck into her life, her grieving done the way a queen grieves. Grief for a father is a different thing again.)
She slips down onto the roof of the stable proper, a horse whickering when it smells her though how it can when Korrin is...maybe Korrin fell? But she isn't carrying herself as if wounded, and someone would have told Araceli that much. Rooftops are faster than the ground, so Araceli is back in their rooms when Korrin arrives because some things are best done privately.
"You were to send word when you were at the gate sirena," she tells her because this is Araceli, Araceli just knows things, as she pushes herself away from where she's been pretending to read a book, turning just so, curls over her shoulder. Lux yawns hugely but it's late in the evening and he's fluffed up from a bath, he won't pester either of them.
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ayyy titty icons bc reasons
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crystal.
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Kadan, I need to see you as soon as possible.
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What's the matter sirena? Are you hurt? [It seems like a logical guess, this being Kirkwall, Korrin being Vashoth and a mage.] Where are you, I'm on my way.
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[Is that her 'I desperately need a drink' voice? Why, yes it is.]
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You aren't going after him. [Because you aren't, Araceli doesn't have sway over every ship and Korrin could leave and go to drag him back but she's not going. Maybe she can say she's too surprised to make it a question if Korrin asks her.] Are we going out?
[Or is she bringing some of their stash?]
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crystal to araceli's island adventure.
Araceli - I hate to presume on our new acquaintance, ( it doesn't sound like she does, honestly, ) but since I'm presuming competence I hope you'll forgive me. Two more unnecessarily large elves arrived with the rift - Thranduil recognised the name of one, they might be a threat.
You're good at observing threats.
( Would she mind, terribly. )
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[Exactly what she needs after Galadriel left, that alone would have her keeping an eye on the situation.]
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Delivered to Araceli's office
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[ he calls at an hour fairly soon after the Gallows mess would have closed for the evening. his tone is polite, perfunctory. ]
This is not a social call, but rather one under the purview of Research. Would you mind describing, as best you are able, whatever you were doing shortly before you arrived in Thedas?
[ pause, shuffling of paper. ]
I am seeking to gather information about Rifters. As the Inquisition has stopped conducting formal interviews upon arrival, we do not have much documentation on the phenomenon for those of us who have arrived more recently. You are not obligated to answer, and are quite free to refuse.
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Sleeping. I was asleep. [Two years later and she still remembers that, how abruptly she'd been woken up screaming in a strange land.] And then I was dumped into the snow.
It seems a silly thing to remember so clearly.
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[Sorry, kadan, she'll try to make more sense. But with trying to be there as much as possible for Nahariel and Sina, she hasn't been well-rested in the past few weeks.]
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No. [Small, horrified. Then:] No. No you're not. Why would you think that you're cursed? Because you have a big heart, independence, humour, and a nature that draws them in? We can't choose all the people that come into our lives, we have even less choice in how they leave them.
[Only that they do, to go to where they will in the end. Martel was sudden enough to hurt, Sina was-- well it's going to hurt but she's had time to say goodbye and to know she can sit by the sea. Breathe deep and know that some things always are.]
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Kadan, I need you home as soon as you can make it. I just found Nahariel outside, insensible and freezing. We'll be inside shortly.
i honestly thought i'd replied to this sorry!
Why was she outside, freezing? What do you mean? Did you get hold of a healer?
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crystals; before or during disease plot w/e you prefer
illness (which i'm not totally sure how to write fff)
Yes? I'm free, I-- Are you coming here or should I-- The office is…
[Like a tiny tornado whipped through it.]
I might need to tidy up.
crystal; post sickness. (zero rush on this)
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The office looks as if a storm ripped through it, I don't know what I was thinking or what I was doing, if anything makes any sense-- I need to clean it before I can let anyone in. Is Cosima well? Are you?
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crystal.
( she assumes she needn't say about what. )
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[No heat in it, she's too worn out for that.]
Everyone shouting like drunks thrown out of the tavern at closing time might be exactly what they wanted. That this has to be done with care-- How many of them ['rifters', all in for their solidarity, that lot she complained about in Hightown] care past their own nose? Something like this was a possibility, maybe not exactly what I pictured but it's not as if everyone gives a shit outside themselves or about the world.
[There are a lot of them she could throttle; she has a life near three years in the making, if they fuck that for her she'll drown them without a tear the mood she's in right now.]
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a couple days after Max's network post re: help us find our def not pirate friends
He's signed onto the Naval Presence project by his second day in town, and by the third, he follows the name the Commander had suggested, having found a matching one at the top of the Naval Presence roster. ]
Araceli Bonaventura? [ a gravely, deep voice questions honestly, because what the fuck are these crystals, he doesn't completely trust them to reach the right person. ] Leader of the Naval Presence project?
My name is Charles Vane. My crew and I were suggested to contact you by Commander Coupe.
sorry this is easier if i say she's in skyhold while i'm hiatusing
(Only she's in Skyhold right now, probably, because this makes it easier on hiatus for her to not be physically around, so it'll all be waiting for her when she gets back. Unless the kraken ate it which is a distinct possibility when someone else is looking after him.)]
Speaking. What can I do for Señor Vane? [Antivan sounding to someone who doesn't know where she comes from, a murmur of background chat behind her until some door is firmly shut.] I'm away from Kirkwall right now so anything face to face will need to wait unfortunately but I will do my best to help how I can.
no worries at all!! sry, forgot you were hiatus'd ;; no rush on replying!
no worries i was trying to avoid time paradoxes for her rip
lololol ah yes i know this trouble well
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crystals; post-araceli's lil public bit
[ idly, which means that it isn't. ]
Plenty get by within this world upon one hand.
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[And the surprise is genuine because you know, they've never spoken much but the subject at hand has her jaw clenching even as her stomach lurches with the implication.]
Right now with as many blades as seem to fall into my possession, the prospect is a tempting one. Plenty must get by without sending crystals, perhaps we might have argued their use and restriction into the bargain.
[She is petty enough to extend a branch presently.]
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Araceli, I'm sure you've heard what's going on--I'm trying to organize efforts to help the people trying to escape from Tevinter. There are ships that some agents have managed to stow away on, but I fear that the conditions are...not ideal. There's doubtlessly overcrowding, the extra people will strain the ships' resources, they might be pursued--
I need you to go out there and meet them. Escort the agents safely back to Kirkwall.
I can also speak to any of the other...experienced sailors, [ Pirates. ] and see if they can help out, as well.
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There is a place in her that is cold and dark, that she doesn't talk about but has had to more recently than she ever wanted to, and she was afraid and alone there with her mind spilling out through her fingers. (Her left hand held in her right now, thumb pressed until it pops.)
But there's doing her duty, and people might die so she swallows all of it, steadies her breathing then picks up the crystal in the left hand.]
I have, we don't have many ships to spare but there's Charles Vane and the rest of the Walrus. If we end up in the same position we did before… [There's not going to be a safe harbour like Llomerryn, and there is a dragon that might come down to burn them alive, and many of them poor swimmers who have never been aboard a ship a day in their lives prior to the Inquisition.
(Perhaps, she thinks with hindsight coming to stab her neatly in the spine, she might have demanded they all fucking learn. That it be mandatory for any going on a ship to a mission.)]
Seheron, there's Qarinus, the first part of Rivain we'd hit is Kont-aar and that'll be friend to little or none of us if they're listing, and after that business in Llomerryn I wouldn't bank on us having a friend there now, I don't know if we could list into her harbours. We'll need to still sail past unless everyone wants to try the passage between it and Rivain, make as if for Wycome, keep hugging the coast or near as…
[Her voice is coming from above now, standing to look at the maps, she'll need to speak to Vane at the very least since she knows him to speak to, hasn't had the chance to talk with any of the rest of them-- But more immediate matters.] How soon can supplies be on the ships? Healing potions, poultices, food and water, bandages? They'll be some aboard but we should expect the worst.
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crystal; sometime after the Byerly incident
[ he's hoping for a nope here, but we'll see. ]
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[Half-distracted doing her own this is the usual.]
Welcome to project leadership.
crystal;
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[Playing along, assuming that they're not discussing getting any surplus out into the world.]
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