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[closerift]

" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

Comments

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

So, uh. Did you hear about the hit list that was put out? Your name's on it, and probably now mine.

[Barkspawn whines in the background.]

[Voice]

[closerift]

I was made aware that I've crossed the wrong electronic psychopaths, yes.

[ sIGH ]

Well, I hope you aren't in the line of fire. You've only just met them, and it'd be rude of the Null to judge you so soon.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Well, I said 'go fuck yourself' so that made them unhappy enough to put me on their list. Worth it, though.

What'd you do to piss them off?

[Voice]

[closerift]

Ah, excellent. They do love language being spat at them.

[ Apparently. ]

Honestly? I'm not sure what it was. Probably about the same thing as everyone else. You know, mouthing off.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

If I was put on a hit-list every time I mouthed off, I'd be dead countless times over.

I'd conscript them, but only you and maybe Cole would get the joke.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Is it possible you already are and don't know it yet?

Ah. Well, if only other people here respected the authority of the Wardens. ... Or of anything, really.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

If you're implying this is the afterlife, I gotta say: I'm not impressed.

Ha! That hardly happened even in Thedas, I don't expect it here.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Neither am I. I hope the Maker's bosom is a little more pleasant than Hadriel.

Oh, well, wait until I tell you more about the Wardens of the future. They're very pushy. ... No offense meant. To you.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

...did they get themselves banished again? Because I told them they needed to cut that shit out.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Er... a bit.

[ She'd exiled them, but, come on. They'd been up to No Good. ]

You - or any other Hero, I assume - weren't involved, though, so no hard feelings there.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

That's good, but now I feel like I ought to know what happened. You can't leave it hanging.

[Voice]

[closerift]

All right, all right. Well, this isn't really a conversation for the... devices, though, so we'll have to meet in person for it.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Sure, where at?

[Voice]

[closerift]

I can meet you anywhere, but I'm in our home at the moment.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Okay. I just got a job at the speakeasy as a bouncer, but I won't be working today, so I'll head right back.

[Voice]

[closerift]

[ ... Hang on. ]

A bouncer? [ Her lip twitches, the little smile clear in her voice. ] Oddly, I can see you working that job exceptionally well.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

That's exactly what I did in Denerim, you know? The Pearl and the Gnawed Noble Tavern both had assholes that needed ejecting, so I was the person to do it. If I don't have darkspawn to kill here, I might as well go with what else I remember how to do.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Ah ha. More of the pieces of our Hero fall into place. [ She chuckles. ] Well, I can't say that I don't see you doing a fine job of it.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

Thanks, I try!

Where were we? Oh, right, Warden stuff. On my way.

[Voice]

[closerift]

The door will be open when you arrive. Safe travels, Warden.

[paragonbrosca]

[Before too long, the front door opens and Aren strides in after Barkspawn streaks past her to find his fellow mabari.]

Yo, I'm back!

[closerift]

Welcome! Got to warn you, my friend: the story you're about to hear isn't exactly a fun one, and it doesn't reflect especially well on... er, the Grey Wardens.

[ SRY ]

[paragonbrosca]

So, it's like Sophia Dryden all over again? Maferath's balls, when will Grey Wardens ever learn?

>[Aren heaves a sigh, wondering what it will take for her order to keep its head out of its ass.]

[closerift]

... Something like that. [ She sighs softly. ]

Will you sit? Can I offer you a drink...?

[paragonbrosca]

Thanks, but nah. I'm good.

[Ever since the Dust Town dream, Aren has been a less enthusiastic drinker at home or outside. Seeing her drunken mother might have had an effect.]

So, what happened?

[She plops down on the sofa, Garahel sprawling out on the floor after licking his buddy.]