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route_10652016-03-09 01:12 am
authorised) wrote in route_10652016-03-09 01:12 am
You may be lost in more ways than one
Who: Varric Tethras and YOU!!
Where: Violet City and its outskirts
When: Anytime from March 8 to the end of the month (probably, he has no plans; it's a small city and there's atavern bar he's happy)
Summary: Basically a catch-all log for most of March. Feel free to reply to either of the preset starters, arrange for a custom one, or toss me your own!
Rating: The only thing it might hit PG-13 for is language, tbh
Log:
A
Varric had never so much as had a pet nug growing up, for all that he can pull strings and run a complex network of contacts and "favors," and never has that been more obvious than watching him train his party. Which mostly involves him running off after wherever Sparkler has decided to fuck off to this time, with Champion the Fletchling and his newest addition Fussy the Gligar flying alongside. While Champion is perfectly cooperative, Fussy shies away from battle - and indeed, from just about anything bigger than his new trainer, which is most people and a fair amount of pokemon - and Sparkler does what he wants.
Which in this case involves going up to a stranger to demand attention with an insistent "Fen!" while swishing his fluffy tail proudly like a battle standard.
B
In the late afternoon, Varric can be found in the bar. While his stories don't draw the same thrall from NPCs here that he's used to back home, he's made himself cosy at a table in the corner anyway, where he holds court with the grizzled Hikers and well-traveled Backpackers, trading stories and new card games (new for him, anyway, and much less complex than Wicked Grace) for a few coins. His Gligar is perched on the back of his chair, talons gripping the wood, while his Fennekin dozes curled in a ball underneath the table and his Fletchling pecks at the bowl of peanuts on the table. There's a large, dark green egg peeking out of his backpack next to his chair.
"My brother had all these guards ready to keep me from getting to him, but lucky for me I had Bianca- and I knew that she could take on anything they had to throw at us..."
or C: make your own! (or ask for one)
Where: Violet City and its outskirts
When: Anytime from March 8 to the end of the month (probably, he has no plans; it's a small city and there's a
Summary: Basically a catch-all log for most of March. Feel free to reply to either of the preset starters, arrange for a custom one, or toss me your own!
Rating: The only thing it might hit PG-13 for is language, tbh
Log:
A
Varric had never so much as had a pet nug growing up, for all that he can pull strings and run a complex network of contacts and "favors," and never has that been more obvious than watching him train his party. Which mostly involves him running off after wherever Sparkler has decided to fuck off to this time, with Champion the Fletchling and his newest addition Fussy the Gligar flying alongside. While Champion is perfectly cooperative, Fussy shies away from battle - and indeed, from just about anything bigger than his new trainer, which is most people and a fair amount of pokemon - and Sparkler does what he wants.
Which in this case involves going up to a stranger to demand attention with an insistent "Fen!" while swishing his fluffy tail proudly like a battle standard.
B
In the late afternoon, Varric can be found in the bar. While his stories don't draw the same thrall from NPCs here that he's used to back home, he's made himself cosy at a table in the corner anyway, where he holds court with the grizzled Hikers and well-traveled Backpackers, trading stories and new card games (new for him, anyway, and much less complex than Wicked Grace) for a few coins. His Gligar is perched on the back of his chair, talons gripping the wood, while his Fennekin dozes curled in a ball underneath the table and his Fletchling pecks at the bowl of peanuts on the table. There's a large, dark green egg peeking out of his backpack next to his chair.
"My brother had all these guards ready to keep me from getting to him, but lucky for me I had Bianca- and I knew that she could take on anything they had to throw at us..."
or C: make your own! (or ask for one)
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I wouldn't have made it half as far as I have if I couldn't play to my audience.
[Always humble. Kind of.]
I've been purposefully vague on what kind Bianca's counterpart is, though. I guess I just haven't found one that reminds me of her yet.
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She's... Let me know if the...stories I've heard have any truth to them, Bianca's...a crossbow, right?
[Agatha's climbed the chairs and invaded the peanut bowl, meanwhile...]
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That's her. She's one-of-a-kind; gotten me out of my fair share of trouble.
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Such a shame that you don't have her with you. ...You don't, right?
[You know, you just gotta check sometimes.]
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[He's trying to sound less bitter about this than he really is, honest.
...He's really salty about it tho.]
My guess is she's right where I left her. Which, so long as nothing changes back home while I'm here, isn't so bad. At least she's not in danger.
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Anyway, Rosy. Since it seems you know all my stories, does California have any good tales to tell? It doesn't have to be one of your own if you don't want to, Maker knows it's hard to just spin something on the spot like that.
[She doesn't seem to have the years of practice at complete and utter bullshit.]
But you know, your favorite story. The one you know by heart.
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Oh. Uh. Like- ...just something I've heard? Something...easy to tell, fun to hear? Not necessarily something I've seen or done or...that's happened to someone I know?
[This doesn't sound tense; just questioning, clarifying what he wants to hear.]
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Sure, just whatever story you like best. Doesn't have to be real. I figure you've had a lot less years than I have to gather weird experiences.
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So how about... Ohh, there was that one fairy tale- it's called Tamlane, and it's about fairies...
[And then she proceeds to tell him the story of Tamlane.]
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Nothing beats hearing someone tell one of their old favorites. I liked that the queen didn't have to be totally, baby-eatingly evil, she just didn't want to give up her knight. But true love triumphs and the girl gets her boy. You're a natural, Rosy.
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Wh- what? Nnnoo, not me. I- I get horrible stage fright, you know? I'm not really a person to give speeches or, act, I just get caught up in really good stories sometimes.