trusthell | And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

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).]

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Hey, asshole! Wake up! You're stuck in here with a lot of human trash, and a good amount of that human trash likes you, alright?

[He likes her, Kimbley certainly likes her, of all people, and-]

We're stupid, simple creatures, and there's only so much we can do to defend you if you act like you're above it all, so how about coming down to our human trash level once in a while and letting us in?

Edited 2017-02-05 04:37 (UTC)

[ In one movement, Elda has shot a claw out to his throat as best she can reach it given their height difference and, furious, shout for all of the room to hear. Her red eyes are bloodshot, giving them the appearance of almost glowing in their fury. And she shouts back just as quickly, ]

How many vampires died because of that, when they took human lovers and created dead ends for their families?! Or when those failures brought the church down on all of us?! Vampires are better! Humans are the demons, not us!

[ She is projecting so hard right now. ]

[He's reflexively going to grip her wrist, if nothing else; he doesn't want to hurt her, but he's not about to let her claw out his throat, either.]

You're a person. I'm a person. Jasper's a person, and so's Judy and Nick.

Name one person who's treated you poorly in here because you're a vampire. I'll beat them up.

It's a matter of time!

[ And Elda... Elda's trapped in the past (she always has been) and she makes to rip her wrist free, only to find her strength failing her there. Snarling, she turns the free hand at her side into a fist, intending to uppercut into his stomach. ]

There's a thousand little ways! Do you really think that people can coexist like that?! You naive child, what do you know?!

[That hurts- a lot, Elda's no pushover- but other than a quick wince and letting her wrist go, he doesn't make much of a display of how much it hurts.]

I know- [He shakes his head briefly before trying again-] I know people are cruel, and when they aren't cruel, they still try to look the other way. I know I spent almost a decade thinking I had no one in the world but my sister, and then my boy over there came along and proved me wrong.

I know more people will die, and I know their killers might be people I like. I know I might be someone's ticket out of here someday, even if I'm not planning on dying anytime soon.

I'm not ready to give up on people, either. I'm not going back to that lonely existence.

[ He's so even handed. She's so mature. He's so reasoned.

And in all honesty...

( alone )

It reminds her so much of James that it hurts, her heart hurts, and she wails, not even bothering to form a verbal response as, furious and hurt and actually crying a little at the margins, Elda throws another punch. And if that on connects another. And just generally is now planning to beat the shit out of him right here and now in a blind, terrified, pained mass of...

Something. ]

[ As soon as he hears the wails, he's standing up immediately and hurrying right over to see this shitshow. Oh for the love of -- ]

Miss Elda, stop!

[ ... And holy shit what do we have here because he'll try to be pulling her off of Silver now. Wow, it's a good thing he was in the library because he would definitely be trying to stop this. ]

Edited 2017-02-05 05:28 (UTC)

Get off me!

[ Elda is actually pulled back though. She's distraught, confused, and flailing, but she does still have incredibly strength - way more than a petite woman of her frame should. Thus, that elbow you're getting in the gut as she's pulled away? Not fun!

... But she is able to be grappled, in part due to the size difference ]

[ He's pretty much sturdier than he looks, so he's not like let's say going to be in pain for hours or something like that, but when he's elbowed he lets out a grunt. For what it's worth, eventually he does let go, before immediately positioning himself so she'd have to try to get through him probably to get to Silver. ]

That was uncalled for.

[ Mikazuki looks extremely perturbed, but you better believe there is some heavy disapproval going on for his part. ]

I don't know why you were beating on him like that, but you shouldn't do that again.

[ Elda's nerves are far, far too raw to put up with that level of judgement. So much so that she - shoves him. Or at least makes a move to shove him. She snarls, her fangs bared and... ]

That brat deserves it! What do you care?!

[ Yeah, her shove connects, but it doesn't seem to move him all that much; he's still very much in her path if she's trying to get to Silver. There is a reason why he could hold Killia back from maiming Alani...

He's kind of weary in that his expression is pretty calm, although not in his usual way. It's been a long day, but surprisingly he still manages to have patience for this. ]

If you continued on doing what you were doing, you could have killed him. He was defenseless against your attacks.

I think it should be obvious by now why I care. We're trying to recuperate from what's just happened, and I'm not about to allow what you are doing to disturb that.

Edited 2017-02-05 06:02 (UTC)

[ That's...

Actually, really logical. It's definitely a fair assumption to make and a solid conclusion. Elda's eyes are still hateful, boiling with pain and malice, but she doesn't shove him again. Instead, she crosses his arms and backs up a step. She growls a little...

She would have killed him. ]

...Fine.

[ The man releases a soft, relieved sigh and manages a smile now, even if he knows her emotional state is still volatile. ]

Thank you for listening, Miss Elda.

Marker.

[ That meaning might be unclear. ]

Ah... your last name? I apologize. Miss Marker, then.

[ Whatever the meaning is, Mikazuki seems to take it as that. ]

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