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thisavrou2016-12-31 01:40 am
neverheardofhim) wrote in thisavrou2016-12-31 01:40 am
Quest 001: A Favor for a Favor
[Varric had lost track of the days he'd been on this backwater planet. New time systems and science involving orbits and science the likes of which he'd never had the time for made him feel a bit... temporally lost. He'd spent most of his time fiddling with his new devices, wandering about and grousing about how he was effectively useless, thanks to his weapon being strapped to his back.]
[But there was one thing missing.]
[He'd done enough fucking around to figure out just how the TAB worked. He'd experimented by sending a few small videos to the contacts he'd gathered up -- mostly insisting that the Hawke's eat their meals and drink whatever water they could find. The usual stuff.]
[Now it was time to get down to the important business. The feed clicked on, with Varric's face perfectly in view. He gave the device both a crooked smile and a nod of acknowledgement.]
A message to whoever's listening. You don't know me, I don't know you. That's all well and good, but I make a living off of knowing people. [Varric lifted a bottle of clear liquid into view.] So. What better way to bond than over a drink or two?
[He lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig from it. When he looked back, his lips cracked into a grin.]
You can have a bottle all for yourself if you do me just one favor. Find me a quill, some ink and a decent notebook, and it's all yours.
[But there was one thing missing.]
[He'd done enough fucking around to figure out just how the TAB worked. He'd experimented by sending a few small videos to the contacts he'd gathered up -- mostly insisting that the Hawke's eat their meals and drink whatever water they could find. The usual stuff.]
[Now it was time to get down to the important business. The feed clicked on, with Varric's face perfectly in view. He gave the device both a crooked smile and a nod of acknowledgement.]
A message to whoever's listening. You don't know me, I don't know you. That's all well and good, but I make a living off of knowing people. [Varric lifted a bottle of clear liquid into view.] So. What better way to bond than over a drink or two?
[He lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig from it. When he looked back, his lips cracked into a grin.]
You can have a bottle all for yourself if you do me just one favor. Find me a quill, some ink and a decent notebook, and it's all yours.
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[ A while being from before she'd been stationed at Yemen. ]
Basics, alright. I grew up an only child. I took piano lessons growing up. I took some courses to prepare me for a degree in journalism but got caught up in a survival reality show that I'd scored second place in.
Your turn.
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[Varric wished he had the notebook already. This was the kind of information he needed. Character building. Setting the foundations of a potential protagonist.]
You don't seem like a second place kind of girl. [Varric let a smile curl over his lips.]
Grew up in Kirkwall, I'm guessing Hawke told you about that place. Second son in the family, so I didn't have to deal with the responsibilities. Took a seat on the Merchant's Guild and ignored it as much as possible. Met a beautiful woman. [Varric instinctively bumped his elbow against the crossbow. Wrote a few books. Met another beautiful woman, this one with dark hair, who wound up changing my life.