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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.
how could this happen to meeee.
You think I can't? Shot one of those gross deer on my hands and knees. [But he shook his head.] You're not worth Bianca's time.
[Not to mention the fact that, while he was petty, he wasn't about to bloody his hands over a disagreement. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but killing someone who didn't appear to be a demon or bandit just for insulting Bianca was just a little outrageous.]
i made my mistaaaakes
You shot a deer with a crossbow. [ See how impressed she is? (Hint: she's not.) ]
[ Lena snorts with amusement. ] I think my pride will survive bein' snubbed by a crossbow.
[ No, she's not letting the crossbow thing go. Some people just don't understand, Varric. ]
Whenever you decide to stop being a nutter, you know who to talk to. She'll help you, even if you're rude.
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Yeah, yeah, I'll go talk to your backwater sawbones. And you know who to talk to when you stop snubbing beautiful women. [Beautiful crossbows. Same thing.]
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Right. Good luck, then, I suppose.