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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's an interesting friend you have there. Mind introducing us?
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Yeah, this is my Masquerain. He's one of the Pokemon I've been looking for since I got here.
[the Masquerain... spreads his wings out a little bit further to look Cool]
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[If it helped at all, Varric's voice was devoid of all its earlier humor. When he spoke, his words came out genuine. In truth, he was a bit... stricken. There was something oddly poetic about a man finding his friends.]
[Varric almost wished it could be that simple for him.]
Glad you two were able to find each other. [He gave an approving nod to the creature. Very Cool.]
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[...genuinely smiling at that would be uncool. make it look like a smirk, Guzma.]
Yeah, same. One down, four to go.
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I'll keep an eye out, next time I'm at the vending machine. [A pause.] Anything in particular I should be looking for? What do the rest of these things look like?
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[He rifles through his pockets until he gets an Ultra Ball, which he shows to Varric.]
Lusamine's Pokemon are in that kind of ball too, but you'd have to be wrong in the head to get ours confused. Hers are all... elegant and stuff, but mine are all big ol' bugs.
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Just... let me know if you find any books about. My books, I mean. Favor for a favor and all that.
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[Not something he'd put past the Wordsmith, all things considered.]