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trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
neverheardofhim) wrote in trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.
[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]
[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]
[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]
[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]
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That wasn't the one coiling around her heart.
Still, that explanation makes her smile once more, turning away and picking up the sharpie so she can finish off Kyrie's eulogy. In the end, it'll read: ]
"Kyrie Ushiromiya used her gumption and intellect to help the rest of them find a hidden passage which led to the Wordsmith's doorstep. The burden of patience was great, but she was returned to her beloved husband and family."
[ It's a lie, of course. Probably an even bigger lie than the ones Tethras had put up for the other three. But it makes Elda feel better. ]
That sounds like the sort of things you'd hear in old myths. I hope you guys don't lie too much about the pricing.
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...I think that's a better end for Kyrie, though.
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You know, I thought Kimbley was a weird human. You work part time for a genie, that's very/i> strange.
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I'm just weird, then. But at least my life isn't boring.
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Either way, she nods, and then claps him on the back, laughing! ]
Well, I sure know I'm feeling better for it! Might as well let you get back to that party or ghost hunting or whatever you were up to!
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Ghost hunting without being able to see ghosts right now seems like an exercise in frustration. A party would probably be a better choice.
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[ She stirred it!
... That's what stirring does, right? Either way, she's urging him to leave and go back to the library. She's going to head somewhere else ]