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[ the queen, he says and sansa wants to cower, wants to run, the queen. a little girl once loved the queen, thought her to be beautiful in her golden hair and in her silks, let beauty blind her into thinking of goodness. the queen, he says and were sansa bold and brave, she'd tell him, I know of only one queen, only one that I would name true, she has dragons, kingslayer, did you know? you once knew her father, have you not?

but he speaks of something else, of the one lion sansa cannot quite define her feelings to and she is silent again, would she dare, would she - ]

he did nothing. naught that his lady wife knew of. she is wrong. your brother has not done any folly.

[Curious, she looks up blankly. Only to get instantly drenched. She coughs and sputters, then shakes her head like a wet dog.]

That's-- awesome! I bet you win all the water balloon fights like that!

[He manages to slow himself enough that he does little more than bump into her, stepping back almost immediately to give her space. And also because he fears for his own life, tbh.]

Do you regularly hallucinate me when I'm not around?

[He can't help but lay it on thick, even with Snow. Though, in her case it's more of a jab than anything serious. Even he knows better.]

A day or two, at most. Shortly after I arrived, I started feeling strange.

[He frowns, more at the situation than at her or himself.]

Show biz? What, like acting? [That could be fun... She doesn't really care about the money, because what would she do with money, but what if she was in movies and stuff? That would be so exciting.] Why, do you know a guy?

[She's silent during his explanation, looking again at the mark with great interest. When he's done...] You do have a rather singular gift. Do you know how fortunate you are? This key can open doors, yes, both physical and metaphorical. I see now what is to interest me about you.

[And what interests her now, apart from the fact he is from her future.

Meanwhile, she looks at him with a frown.] As long as that is clear to the both of us.

[There are few words to describe one such as he. Arrogant, egotistical come to mind and she finds herself amused, if one can be amused while being annoyed at the same time. It is a strange feeling, one she's decided she doesn't dislike entirely.] Most do think so highly of themselves, but would not go as far as to say so. [She smirks.] You are an honest sort, for better or for worse.

The Inquisition, then, like many before it, is a group with good intentions. What sets you apart?

Nothing, Grunkle Stan. [He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. Dipper never regrets sassing anyone. Hahahaha. Really.] I'm sure you'll manage to scam 'em next time.

They call it Wonderland. [The name means nothing to her, and she just shrugs blankly as she says it. The Spirit World felt more wonderful to her.] And according to the people I've talked to here, it's only one of infinite worlds.

Balloons are for non-benders. [Still, she grins and waves her hands again, pulling the rivulets of water off of amethyst and spinning them back into a bubble.]

Whoa, you can even take them back off? [This is so cool.] What can't you do?

_{[He can be vague, too. Anders purses his lips, moving his head from side to side in a noncommittal fashion that manages to be neither a "yes" or a "no."]}

You say lying in wait, I say arrived just in time. Who can say which of us is right? We mages are riddles wrapped in enigmas that way. Maybe we're both right.

_{[And maybe he really is an evil sorcerer who traps men in mazes where they wander in circles until they die.]}

But since you're the one glowing, we might have to revisit your definition of "strange."

There's always more.

[Of just about anything you could think of, really. The world, after all, was a very large place with countless possibilities within it, and this world in particular had already proven itself to be nearly infinite in some ways. More books? Certainly there were more.

He smiles back as he rounds the shelf and straightens up, curious as he looks Nux over, taking in each and every detail and filing them away-- whoever this young man is, he doesn't seem to be hostile, which puts Dorian somewhat at ease.]

I have-- the pantry never seems to run out, although the kitchen could do with its own staff.

[Having to prepare his own meals? Really.]

Is that a concern where you come from? Enough to eat?

[It wasn't until he left Tevinter that he really saw people wanting for much of anything. Tevinter had slaves, but by serving the families that owned them, many of them earned prestige and were able to care for their own families and provide them with comfortable lives. Few went hungry in Tevinter.]

_{[Despite having never experienced the likes of his articulate words and eye-catching clothes, so far Dorian hasn't posed anything Nux can't at least somewhat grasp. He's proud of himself for not being completely blown over by the all possibilities this world has dumped in his lap.

But if there's one thing Nux has difficulty wrapping his head around, it's the concept of more. Confusion and incomprehension twist his expression.

There's never "more" when it comes to luxuries, it's always "less." Less and less every year. Less safe water, less days where Larry and Barry aren't choking the breath from him. Fail, get less. Disappoint, get less. Any kind of talk about any kind of kitchen with any kind of offerings for a single War Boy who'd traited Immortan Joe flies right over his head, staff to run it or no staff.

So normal is having nothing but what you earn or scrape for that Nux isn't sure what's being asked of him, the way Dorian words it. Like "more," "concern" implies an alternative, that War Boys worry about full bellies. They don't.]}

Too much of anything makes you soft, that's what the Immortan says. _[Said.] He gives enough so you keep living, you take what you want from who you find. If you can stick 'em before they stick you. He never would've given this stuff away for free for just anyone to have unless you were one of his shiny Wives. I bet he didn't even have this much to give. There's nothing like this left.

There's something to be said for that. I've seen great men ruined by excess.

[It's true anywhere, he imagines, that there can always be too much. Too much wealth, too much power, too much of anything that can change a man from one who once believed in reform, in a better Tevinter into one who cares only for his own gain and what he might earn and change for himself rather than those around him.

There's something odd about the way this boy speaks, about how little room for deviation there seems to be in that world view of his. Like it's fact, ironclad, like he's never known anything else, and Dorian knows there are people like that in Thedas, too, victims of circumstance who never even began to hope for anything better because they didn't think it existed, or if it did, it was beyond their reach.]

Where you're from-- what is it called?

_{[Uncertainly, Nux nods along to the man, once again not entirely sure what to think of what Dorian's saying. Great men ruined by having too much? He's seen unworthy men ruined, but in Nux's mind, a great man is great because he can't be ruined. Great leaders can have what they want when they want it--as the victor, they take the spoils. It's nature. Isn't it?

But when he thinks the words over in a more literal sense, and... yeah, yeah! His nods gets more decisive until he's smiling and nodding at the sense it makes. Control access to basic resource, control the people under you. No excess, no weakness. Dorian looks like the type of guy with rich things, he'd know better than Nux.]}

Yeah! Right! Too much of a good thing, like when too much nitro blows out your engine. Gotta keep 'em hungry, gotta keep 'em wanting more, people don't get lazy that way, keeps them working. That sounds like something he'd say, all right.

_{[It makes Nux's stomach flutter sadly to think he hadn't done right by the Immortan at the end, the greatest of all men, but he shakes off memory of the Immortan's dismissal (pah, mediocre!) still echoing in his ears.

Doesn't matter anymore, does it? Though this isn't the Valhalla at the end of the road he'd imagined, it's close, real close.]}

Citadel. _{[This answer has no hesitation to it.]} Only place with clean water for miles around.

Edited 2015-07-14 04:39 (UTC)

[ Hawke has never been deemed one to give up so easily. Not once has someone looked at Garrett Hawke and called him a man to easily bow or bend to the rules of others. Being a Mage tends to give you an interesting perspective on the world around you. Perhaps it taints your views of certain things, but he likes to believe he can keep a level head. He doesn't run about turning men and women into toys for him to break. The world sees the rebel mages how they wish to. They see them as apostates. Rule breakers. Abominations. Whatever other colorful worlds they choose to describe them with. Hawke has always seen them as people. An interesting sort, but they still feel and bleed like the rest of mankind.

When he woke up in the kitchen of a rather large estate he almost thought that perhaps the Maker was perhaps giving him some sort of break after everything he had endured. A chance for him to breathe and get himself sorted out. Hawke eventually began to understand that other powers were at work here. Strange ones that he's never found himself running across in his travels. He's trying not to make assumptions based on the knowledge he has from home about magic. This magic is not the kind he's familiar with. It comes from a different place and it does terrify him just a bit. He'd prefer to know exactly what was going on.

It doesn't take Hawke long to figure out what the closets are capable of. That's why if anyone runs across him he's got a Mabari war hound hot on his heels. It reminds him of the hound he had back home. The one named Carver. His little brother never did enjoy sharing a name with the slobbering beast. Hawke laughed for days when he decided upon the name for him. He made sure to name this one Carver Two. Perhaps the finest end to a rather long running joke he had with his little brother. His brother the grumpy Grey Warden. He fit in so well with that lot.

The kitchen seems to be where Hawke keeps circling back to. The food pulls him in and when he's not there it's quite easy to spot the bearded man roaming outside with Carver Two following his every move. ]

hallway . seventh floor

( It was hard not to feel it, to know what was coming. A man so right for the job doing everything that he could do save others. A man so right that he wouldn't stop, even if it meant the world losing him. The plane was going down and no matter how much Peggy tried to talk him out of it there was no way to stop him. And honestly, as much as she'd rather he'd live, she wouldn't have wanted to. If Steve stopped being the man that he was it wouldn't have been right.

It had taken a moment for Peggy to gather her bearings, to realise that she was no longer listening to Steve - that he couldn't hear her if she tried to again speak. This wasn't the same room, or even the same place. She'd made sure the lid was tight on her emotions before moving towards the door, listening for a moment before peering out into the hallway.

The door had been open, never mind unlocked, and for the first few seconds that looking took there was no one around. It was very much likely a stupid idea to just walk around but Peggy knew that she wouldn't find out where the hell she was staying in that room. If things got too bad she would always have a few tricks up her sleeve )

event . network

( The face that comes across the feed is worried, controlled but she's letting some of it show. Things are frightening enough for some that words given by an unreadable expression wouldn't help. People needed a little care now )

It's hard not to be able to do something. Knowing that someone's in danger and you can't help.

( She remembers when she first met Steve - how he'd tried everything to be able to fight, to help people that he didn't know to do what was right but had been turned down at every corner. It was an admirable action to want to do that )

It isn't comforting to have to sit out, but no one would want you in unnecessary danger. At least know that there are people helping. Rescue teams are going out and everyone will be returned.

( Peggy doesn't know what they'll find there but she's being a brave face of reassuring words. They will all be found no matter what she knows. She knows that of the people going they won't come back without at least trying to save them all )

That means that they will need help when they return, and that's just as important as the mission. Doctors, friends. Those staying behind can guide you in how you can get rooms prepared. Everyone counts.

( Whether or not that eases any unhappy feelings or brings hope- she has to at least try )

He killed our lord father. [Though she is right that he didn't kill Joffrey. Jaime never believed that he had, or he wouldn't have set him free. Still, his guilt in Tywin's death is undeniable.]

[Find a way out of here, mostly. But Korra doesn't say it, she just shrugs.] Being able to do everything is sort of the definition of the Avatar.

[ gunn shifts enough that his eyes can peer up at angel again. he's starting to suspect the worst. and then piling some more worse on top of it. ]

Angel ... how long have you been here?

[ he glances, but gunn suffers from too much stubborn to actually go and look. when he speaks, it's reserved with a healthy dose of annoyed. ]

No hole. Just a portal gone wrong. [ sorry, simon. smudged windows aren't your biggest problem. in a swift motion, gunn reaches down to grab a chair and hurl it across the room, yelling at the same time: ] Damn it! I am so sick of portals!

Whoa, whoa!

[ At least it had been thrown away from him, although he still flinches into an instinctive half-duck all the same. ]

That chair never did anything to you. Although the nice thing about this place is it'll be fixed come morning. [ Probably. ] Look, mate, I know it sucks, but if it makes you feel any better, it's probably nothing you or your portals did. This place brings people here all the time. Sends 'em back, too. It's pretty sporadic about who and when, though. Either way, it doesn't seem to be a permanent stay, even though some people spend a fair amount of time here. You'll go back to the moment you left, though. No one's gonna be any the wiser that you've been reality-napped. Not even you.

[Add in an extra side of worse and maybe you'll have it about right, Gunn. Angel raises an eyebrow, sighing as he folds his arms across his chest.]

Year and a half?

[Not that it meant much to a vampire, in the greater scheme of things.]

It's-- been awhile.

[ why is this his life

he blames you angel

because before it used to just be defending his little corner of the world

ugh ugh ugh ]

And I'm gonna guess you don't remember Hell-A at all. Or Cordelia the actual dragon who you rode around while I tried to kill you with my vampire rage?

It doesn't.

[ not much is going to make him feel better though so there's that. he had a good thing going back in los angeles finally. why can he never catch a break? ]

So some higher power's decided to mess around and I'm just supposed to deal with it? Not really something I'm prone to, sorry. I need to find someone; Angel or Connor, even Faith would at least have my back on this...

[ he mumbles the last as he starts toward the chair -- hey, he might as well as least right it before he storms out of the bar. ]

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