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[inagutterson]

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pulls the trigger on this, w/e w/e | crystal

[limier]

[ It’s late. Everything’s quiet. Everything is also pretty fucked up. So she’s bugging Yngvi — he’s probably fucked up already. ]

What do you do all night, if you don’t dream?

[ Yes hello again, welcome to awkwardly racial question hour. She does not assume he'll be asleep. ]

[inagutterson]

[There's a ten second delay as something goes shooting off to clatter into something more solid. It's not flesh. But anyway, on with the show. In the immortal words of bards everywhere:]

I get knocked down, but I get up again.

[Sometimes literally.]

D'you want a tutorial?

[limier]

If only we were all so resourceful.

[ Does she want to know the origins of that sound? If she knows, she might have to do something about it. Curiousity and plausible deniability briefly arm wrestle.

Getting completely shitfaced sounds — well, appealing. Wren doesn’t typically drink in public; not as anything more than a means to put others at ease, to get their own tongues flapping. But she also doesn’t typically travel in time, so. ]

Are you busy? The Tevinter Imperium stole my flask.

[ RIFP. Few other things in life can claim to have touched both Samson's and Oghren's lips.

... On second thought, that's probably for the best. ]

[inagutterson]

That's why the Carta gets everything done and leaves the rest of you baffled.

[But enough about his father(s), all six (or is it seven, how many did he say he had) for one night. Drinking with Templars is it, it's been a long time and Kirkwall makes a Templar twitchy; there's a whole scale for Kirkwall Templars or Templars that ended up in Kirkwall (the distinction is necessary, he's discovered).]

I'm a businessman, right there in the name but I can squeeze you in, move some things around. Jambonette can cancel my appointments. You know, the Boneflayers offer very reasonable rates for retrieval, we've got ex-Coterie as our second-in-command these days.

[Really, Tevinter, you're stealing flasks from Templars these days? This is how low you must stoop? The world sets a bar, Tevinter slides under it. Incredible.]

crystals;

[limier]

[ someone sounds like a barrel of fun on the crystals, what better time to break the news ]

I need return to Orlais. A week, perhaps two. Ought I bring anything back?

[ she isn’t stealing you any of emeric’s shit you’re on your own there buddy ]

[inagutterson]

Don't owe anyone money there so...no. Don't think so. [Don't go asking favours, enough that he gets to stop here. Bit of quiet and not actually seeing any person faces in all that time might be good.] I'll keep all the traps where they are then?

[Look he got the silverware, the best brandy, and being beloved by his only daughter he's stolen everything worth stealing there and the Inquisition heard that man making an arse of himself.]

[limier]

It is Val Royeaux. You owe money by stepping off the boat.

[ get a surprise, then. got it. ]

Keep them where they are, provided they do not limit your own egress.

[ if he's going to trap himself into a room please like eat and stuff occasionally. not that she's concerned by this shit on the crystals. not concerned at all. but, ]

You knew them?

[ he'd used the past-tense speaking to gareth. that he'd known the workers isn't a surprise. knew means something altogether different. something the inquisition need be aware of. something she'd prefer to be, upon more personal stakes. ]

[inagutterson]

Not if they didn't know you were even on the boat - what's your opinion in being chopped into bits to fit in a barrel?

[Because obviously you won't fit in like Yngvi can, how else do mercenaries maintain profit margins?

Also the nugs are pretty good at fetching, Yngvi's not fussy about other things having a cheeky nibble at his food first so long as it gets to him eventually.]

Need to catch up on some inventory for new ones, y'know how it is, things you fall behind with. [The things you neglect so he'll just neglect another bit of himself instead but he'll feel better for it. Sort of. Hard to know. Something goes skittering off where he's been fiddling with it for the duration at that, pings into the wall.]

Not exactly their best mate right now. [Said tightly, like he's trying so hard not to be bothered that he's bothered, that being bothered at all bothers him.] Don't think it'll come to anything but it was made pretty clear where I'm standing right now.

in-person visit after the return from Orzammar;

[ragweed]

[A knock to Yngvi's door, some evening once they've had some time to... process. Whatever processing looks like.]

Yngvi? [he calls, voice muffled by the wood.] It's Kit. You in?

[inagutterson]

[How easy would it be to just lie here. Ignore the knocking. Pretend he wasn't in or that he was asleep when Kit knocked. But it's Kit.

Kit deserves better than Yngvi's excuses so he rolls himself out of his bed where he hasn't been asleep, a crease from the bedding down one cheek, nugs nudged out of the way to let him get the door open.]

Hey. [Distractions and jokes aside, Yngvi doesn't look like he's really left the room outisde of the essentials.] Come in, s'just a bed.

[The desk is Wren's, he feels funny sitting at it.]

[ragweed]

[Kit doesn't look much better. Well, he's clearly gone out a bit, but there's dark circles under his dark eyes that have nothing to do with his skin, or the black tattoos sprawling across his face.

Still, he puts on a tired smile for Yngvi when he opens the door, then edges in to avoid letting the nugs escape--]

See you got some roommates, [he says, smirking a little, and drops down to give one of the excitable little guy's a scratch under the chin. Easier to talk about nugs than it is to talk about what brought him over here, of course. Still, he glances Yngvi's way, trying to get an idea of his state in as discreet a glance as he can manage.]

[inagutterson]

[From the corner a goose honks. The newest addition.] That's Foie Gras. A gift. [Across the way is Preudame, Wren's not his, a head raised but back to ignoring the newcomer in the shared room as the nugs are escorted back to where they're meant to go except the ones being petted.] Not about to trust them free range out on their own without me near, people think they're sausages with legs y'know? Maybe when Foie Gras won't flap off they can guard 'em.

[No Yngvi is not going to tip a goose and figure out if it's a boy or a girl, seen the sharp bits in that beak?]

Need me for somethin'? [A little uptick in his voice, a please say no because he's not fit for public consumption at present. The stubble might tip into beard growth at this point.]

crystal. from nevarra.

[elegiaque]

Yngvi-

Thranduil's grown on you a bit, hasn't he.

[inagutterson]

[Can you like warn a dwarf he was helping himself to your food. Enjoy five minutes of choking on sandwich right now.]

Yeah he's been more than decent to me, better than most carrying themselves that way.

[elegiaque]

Are you-

( he's all right, he answered, okay. )

I'd like to tell you something in very strict confidence.

crystal;

[dashing]

Serah Yngvi. We've not spoken awhile; how are you faring? The Gallows seem a chaotic place, of late.

[inagutterson]

S'just Yngvi, no airs and graces for me. [He's not some fancy gentleman.] Smells like unwashed teenage lad, trying not to let anyone drip on me, offering services as required for running around, doing odd jobs. How you holdin' up?

[He's not at all absolutely terrified of his good rifter friend Rey or more importantly stepdad Thranduil and by extension his lady or ex-roommate Wren losing their marbles and maybe dying. He's fine. Totally fine.]

[dashing]

Yngvi. ( She corrects herself, though it's Weird. )

I am very well, thank you. Doing a great deal of guard duty.

( That's... not entirely honest. Physically she is very well. Emotionally nad mentally she would rather not consider how she is. Certainly not losing her mind over Cosima's wellbeing, over Coupe's, over a good many others she's come to consider friends and those that she might not know but who are still people of the Inquisition, people she must stand by. )

It is... hard to feel useful during times of medical crisis, when ones skills are so entirely lacking in that area. I find myself in conflict with myself.

{ sending crystal }

[aceso]

I have not heard from you in quite some time. That worries me. Have you been well?

[inagutterson]

[Five solid seconds of a goose hissing before anything else.]

Who's this?

[aceso]

[ Christine rears back from her crystal, staring at it in alarm. Just another day at Yngvi's Animal Menagerie, right? ]

Christine.

[ A pause. ]

Delacroix. Was that a goose hissing?

[ It doesn't have the same sound as a snake. It's more throaty. ]

crystals;

[wythersake]

[ HEY...........BUDDY............. pal. friend. friend-o. aren't they such good friends, definitely, isaac wouldn't come here just because he wants something. ]

What's a warden useful for?

[inagutterson]

[New crystal who dis?]

Doing fuck all until all the bad shit happens. Dying. Sucking up to Orzammar. Feeding to Darkspawn probably dunno why we're keeping so many with us assuming that's the back-up plan there.

[Did the cat piss make you stupid or do mages lose their brains outside Circles? New question for the next time he's bored at 3am with the nugs.]

[wythersake]

Both ends of Orzammar, do you think?

[ yngvi can assign his own head and hind ]

a very late mysterious invitation

[matchymatchy]

[ When Yngvi wakes, he'll find that he's received a terribly mysterious tip-off: A wealthy merchant has been called away suddenly to Tantervale, leaving his Hightown home unguarded. A hunting enthusiast, his walls are decorated with the heads and hides of rare beasts — sort of a dick move, but one that could be profitable to enterprising dwarves.

Unknown to Yngvi, a stranger (terrible, mysterious) has received the same information.

The servants seem to have gone away with the merchant, leaving the house peculiarly empty. And the prized taxidermy is, on closer inspection, mostly a series of very elabourate masks. They're quite wearable, and almost certainly worthless. But there’s also a very well-stocked larder, and a few stepstools left suspiciously near the high cupboards.

Yngvi doesn’t have to actually follow the tip — not intentionally. Should he ignore or otherwise attempt to circumvent its summons, a chain of coincidences (terrible, mysterious, you get it by now) and well-timed accidents will conspire to see him there.

OOC Note: Jester is played by Cee. Feel free to play out a thread, handwave things, or ignore it entirely, but check with each other first! ❤ ]