Inbox

[aintwejust]

I ain't here, leave a letter.

Comments

letter

[wickedchase]

Malcolm,

There is a potential new job for you if it is something you think you can manage. Far less Tevinter soldiers and mages involved and little travel at this time.

Again, discretion is something I request. I think that's something you can manage.

I am where I usually will be if you want to discuss the matter: the tavern.


Sincerely,
Twisted Fate

Action

[aintwejust]

[ It takes a moment for him to make up his mind. Fate's good for it, the coin's solid, and he does need the work. A little more and he could get a proper war horse and give Sasha to the merchants of the Inquisition. Kinder, gentler work than riding her hell for leather in a charge against demons and the like.

He ambles about soon 'nuf, settling in across from fate with a smile. Like he'd said- they were square. ]

What do you got in mind?

Action

[wickedchase]

[Usually, Twisted Fate is shuffling cards, playing a round with someone. Games are lovely distractions, but today he has no mind for them. He's reviewing a parchment paper in his hand before he's glancing up to Mal.

Fate smiles, as he does.]

Malcolm, always a pleasure.

You own a ship, yes? So you have a mind for going over its condition, understanding in general what keeps it together -- and what can be hidden. Nooks, crannies. That sort of thing.

letter

[girlinthebox]

[ There's a note tucked into Jayne's collar, nothing more than a sketching. But it's of a very definite place, one of the towers of the battlements that hasn't found a use thus far and sits open, walls half-standing, overlooking the mountain range.

But it's almost certainly a summons. ]

Action

[aintwejust]

[ He comes cuz he can't not. It ain't all that often he's called by one of the Tams, less often River asks for him- and he ain't rightly of a mind to let her ask and not answer. So he's there at the place, at the right time, bag of dried apricots in hand as he chews away. ]

[girlinthebox]

[ And she slips in soon after, quiet as you like. She may have been there the whole time, hiding in plain sight, for how suddenly she appears at his shoulder.

And then, abruptly, wraps her arms around him from behind. ]

Sending Crystal.

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin sounds more tired than she's ever been, or at least it seems that way.]

The Fade sucks. Don't ever go there.

[aintwejust]

Weisshauppt also sucks. Don't become a warden.

[ He'd heard...things. Not a lot. Enough to get him worried. Enough for him to try to send word to Korrin and with nothing in return? It cut at him. He don't much like the idea of los'n anyone. ]

All in one piece?

[gatheringstorm]

More or less. I'm still not sure how, fighting the biggest damn demon ever, seeing my tombstone and then running into a demon using Araceli's face. I'm going to have to spend forever making that up to her, seeing me disappear into that.

Why, what happened at Weisshaupt? More Wardens making dumbass decisions? [She has Warden friends, but...well, it's a trend.]

sending crystal; post-message from korrin

[hlif]

Mal?

[It's not a pause to cover a cough. It's a considered manly pause as Asher tries to think of how to word this so Mal doesn't do the whole brushing him off thing.]

A sky vagina ate Korrin and we all know that lady luck shits on you. And I'm not above getting an augur to sort it so I can come bellow at you if you die getting mixed up in Warden shit.

sending crystal; post-message from korrin

[aintwejust]

Not dead. Mission didn't go smooth, color me surprised. Got some right interest'n cargo for the ride back that's less a ride and more sprint for our shitting lives and uh. Wardens mighta deposed the king? Or somth'n.

Crazy shit happening, Asher. Whole world's gone nuts. Please tell me you're still the same.

[hlif]

So long as that colour isn't blood red or the colours corpses go. [Mal knows all the same shades, same as Asher, same as any of them in particular lines of work.] You know, last time? Last time that didn't pan out too fuckin' well for them. Lot of exile. Lot of things going tits up

Me? I'm grand. Up and about, getting in trouble, seeing men about goats, keeping dwarves out of mischief, not bleeding all over everything.

Backdated to Weisshaupt

[judgemewhole]

Reynolds ...

[A deep, deep breath.]

If you have managed to get two of the women I care about most killed by not following my advice, I am going to thrash the criminal mastermind right out of your hide.

Backdated to Weisshaupt

[aintwejust]

Who what now? Sorry I'm kinda in the middle of somth'n- GET BACK IN THE DAMN CART!

[ Muffled grumbling in Orlesian to follow along with qwarking and squawking. ]

Right, ok, as you were saying?

Re: Backdated to Weisshaupt

[judgemewhole]

[A deep, and heavy sigh.]

By that statement, I am going to assume that you are alive, as is Ingrid Kief and Merrill. What in the name of the Maker happened?

/troooooll

[gatheringstorm]

I went to see Merrill after that conversation. Playing with Adelaide's pups seemed to cheer her up.

So did talking about your date.

Re: /troooooll

[aintwejust]

...Our d-what?

[gatheringstorm]

You heard me.

Sending Crystal

[gatheringstorm]

[Okay, no more trolling. This time, Korrin is tense, speaking with a forced calm because that's the only way she can get through this.]

Mal, I'm leaving Orlais. I got word that Asher is worse. It's not looking good for him.

Sending Crystal

[aintwejust]

...he's with that Spirit Healer, innit he? [ Mal knows they can't fix everything. He knows what wasting death sounds like and he'd thought he'd heard it-

But Asher bounced back. Asher always bounces back. ]

...We'll meet you on the road.

[gatheringstorm]

Yeah, he is. Not that it's changing anything. They've worked on him as much as they could, but....

[She sighs.]

Alright, we'll see you soon.

by raven, unless he's in halamshiral, in which case it is delivered by hand

[eviscerates]

Dear Mal,

Thank you so much for joining in the giant snow battle. Your team was amazing.

As well as having a tab all organised at the tavern for when everyone is back from Orlais so you can all catch up and relax, please find enclosed an extra prize. It should keep you safe from any nasty chills, and give your attacks a little extra oomph. Everyone in your team is getting one, so you can always remember that you’re all a lot cooler than the rest of us. Sorry it took so long to get it to you, I needed to visit this place in Orlais to get it organised.

Stay awesome.

Best regards,

Ruby


( Enclosed there is a silver ring, with a yellow band running through it that looks like it could be crystal and catches the light.

The ring is cool to the touch, and provides a little boost to ice attacks, or adds an ice element to any weapon wielded while the ring is worn. The ring will also add some protection against cold attacks. It isn’t a super duper powerful ring, but it will give a bit of an edge in a fight, or just make any future snowballs hella hardcore. Damn, son. )

[chainlightning]

Would you go hunting with me? I need something to bring to Asher's hold, and I'm not really a hunter, and...

[ She swallows. ]

Everyone I know dies or leaves. It'd just- it'd be nice to spend some time with someone I care about.

[aintwejust]

Aw, Chatton-

[ He's been manfully holding up Korrin through the aftermath, trying to do what he can for the Boneflayers since they're Asher's Crew, try'n to not lose his goddamn mind. But it's Merrill and he can't not. ]

Sure. I'll, uh. I'll be right 'round t'pick you and Honeysuckle up, yeah?

[chainlightning]

[ She needs to be busy. But she also needs to prepare, and considering the fact that the Dalish and the Avvar don't always get along (story of their lives, she supposes), she feels she needs to make a good impression.

And she needs to make sure Mal is okay. Not just because Korrin asked, but because it's Mal. ]

I just have to drop Barkley off- we're going to see if he can't make Bronson feel a little better. Then I'll be ready.