Varric "Dadric" Tethras (
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trusthell2017-02-04 03:41 pm
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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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[...we don't have christians but damn do we have the seven deadly? welcome to fma.]
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I mean, we have religion where I'm from, but it's not all that widespread and unless it came in with the Ishvalans, who are all just kind of like that, it tends to be kind of culty? So it's not something I really know about.
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Religion's not that big to everyone in Japan unless they're priests or monks, but they all sort of obey shrine visits and such. Back in Europe it used to be everyone had to hear out the church.
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And then shakes her head ]
So what, you're writing to Greed?
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Wow.
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[...]
No, I don't know if he has any siblings, but I'm sure they're just as awkwardly-named if he does.
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[ EITHER WAY... ]
So you're writing notes to your roomie?
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He's sort of like a lot of you guys are - he looks like he's maybe 30, but I'm pretty sure he's a lot older than that.
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[ He didn't seem like he thought they were real, so ]
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Does she know that... word... ]
Isn't that an alchemy thing...?
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1/2
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Of other things I guess don't matter.
[ She laughs it off, mostly because her brain can't process any more twists tonight ]
So you're homesick or something?
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...I actually don't know. It's not like my life is all that great there, either.
More like I'm tired of being locked up, I guess.
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Yeah, it's weird to still be stuck here.
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2/3 actually ROFL FUCK ME
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