Varric Tethras (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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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[He gestures at him with his beer.]
Which one of you ended up beating up your brother?
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Now, now, you can't rush the best part of the story.
So, me and Bianca are taking down guys left, right and center, until finally: Bwoosh! she shoots a Flamethrower right through the doorway, and there's one, two, three, four Pawniard that hit the floor. And behind them all, who should it be but my coward of a brother.
'Ohhh, please don't hurt me, Varric,' he moaned. 'I was just jealous. I could never compete with you for Mother's love. You're just so much smarter, and more roguishly handsome than I am...'
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All right, I'll buy the lady with the flamethrower, but I'm calling bullshit on the dialogue.
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[Alright, buddy, you wanna banter? Let's banter.
As he nonchalantly quaffs from his tankard.]
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Any lady who can handle a flamethrower can make up her own mind about that.
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Well, she made up her mind years ago. And I'd like to see the guy brave enough - or stupid enough - to try to make her change it.
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All right, all right, I'm not trying to steal your girlfriend. But the line about your brother calling you roguishly handsome is still bullshit.