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[NSFW] Tentacles and Shields Series Pre-Poll

I'm not going to waste your time with bullshit terms and conditions. It's like it says at the top: I'm looking for ideas for my next serial. It's a smutty romance, about the only damn thing that sells on this planet. And since most people here have vivid enough imaginations to make a dwarf blush, I figure I'd leave it up to you.

In short: Submit your fantasies here. I'll make a poll from that and you depraved monsters will decide from there.

Winner gets a year -- or whatever that is here -- subscription to every Tentacle and Shields serial and a dedication in the first chapter. All participants will receive my unending judgement.

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You are serious? That is the only type of book that sells in this place?

[Disappointing. She is quite fond of stories of adventure herself, of heroes that travel great lands and leave behind a legacy.]

Unfortunately. But if you can convince me something else might sell, I might be able to produce something else.

You'd have to make a real nice offer though, princeess.

[”Princess,” he says. What an odd thing to call a stranger. The face makes itself.]

I do not know what constitutes a “nice offer” for... [What is he anyway? He doesn’t look like he’s from Earth.] ...those I am not familiar with. You are meaning in money? Or is it favors you wish to exchange?

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[Don't worry, Laura, he'll find an accurate nickname soon enough.]

Favors... That doesn't sound too bad. How about... you give me information when I need it, and I write you what you want?

[It’s okay, Varric. You can leave her out of that tradition. Please.]

Information. [Doable. Though she does not understand why this one should need it.] It is for your stories? [A guess, anyway. Obviously there are lots of things that could be done with the information she could provide.

Then again, he never quite specified what kind of information.] As long as it does not involve killing.

[She does not know him well enough for that.]

Sure, let's go with that.

[Living without information brokers had been difficult. Back in Kirkwall, it was easy enough to keep an eye on his friends -- he knew the right people to talk to and the right groups to shut up and listen around. Everyone in the town knew something, whether they realized it or not.

The same could, foreseeably, be said about Thisavrou. The problem was that he was one dwarf, and his connections had been severely reduced since being pulled from his home. Though he'd tried his best to cultivate a new network, it was still in its infancy.]

No need to worry about killing. All I need is for you to follow a few people from time to time, send me some observations, and let me do what I do best with whatever you gather.

[Sounds easy enough. She is good at tracking. The best. She was made for this. Even if not for the reward of a significantly less promiscuous tale, to have a task again would prove a good distraction. She had grown too comfortable. Felt safety. Belonging. But her dear friend is no longer here, and it is difficult to find meaning without some guidance.

Yes, she can hunt. She will hunt for this man.]

I agree to your terms. I will not fail you. [She realizes a bit belatedly that sounds too stiff, but she can’t think of how else to phrase it. She tries something less direct.] It is in my blood to observe, to learn.

[Too stiff? Definitely. But Varric had worked with worse, and had corrupted the uncorruptable. Whatever this girl needed -- time to relax, a stable "job," or hell, even a good read -- the dwarf could certainly provide it.

It was no different than he had done for any of his former spies. Maybe he was getting too attached, too quickly, but that was what he did.]

Just take it easy, alright kid? Don't get yourself hurt, or pull a muscle on the job.

I do not hurt easily. [A fact. A truth? Maybe not. Her heart is unease. She does not know where she belongs any longer. But here, this, gives a purpose again. And it is not the emptiness anymore. And this man, he does care, or he would not have said the words, she realizes.

Softly, she adds,] Thank you. For your concern. But I am good at these things. Made to be. If I am hurt, I will heal quickly. I was made to be as well. Your task is in no better hands than mine.

[Or maybe her other’s. Or the other Logan’s. But mostly hers because she does not wish this life for them when the others have found their new freedom.]

Doesn't matter if you heal easy. [For how lighthearted their conversation had been, Varric's tone quickly took a turn, becoming far more firm. Behind the screen, unseen by the woman, his brows drew tightly together.]

I don't want you getting hurt at all. Not for a shitty story. You do, and you have to wait a whole cycle for another chapter, okay?

[Another cycle? She scowls, though the man cannot see.]

That was not that deal.

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Don't get hurt and it doesn't have to be, kiddo.

That is not acceptable, little man. [She doesn't know he's a dwarf, okay...]

I am injured often. It is what I am. I cannot undo what was done to me, and so it must be that I will bleed.

[Her hands can only be this. Her blades can only be used this way. They are a part of her, and she cannot be apart from them.]

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Little man! [ If he were in video, Laura would have seen Varric reach toward his chest and clutch at the space above his heart. ]

It's Varric, sweetheart. None of that "little man" nonsense. And if you're so eager to get hurt just -- just don't let me hear about it.

[ But he would. Varric heard all. At least, he liked for people to think he did. ]

Varric. [She repeats it to remember. It is an odd name.] I am Laura. [The explanation is formality only.]

I am not eager, Varric. It is the reality. My claws will always cause blood, even if it is only my own.

[ There was a lot to respond to there -- and were he a well mannered man, he would have addressed her name before anything else. However, his mother was long dead and a planet away -- she wouldn't be troubled if he forgot a little politeness. ]

Er. Claws? Little odd, isn't it?

Yes, it is. I do not imagine most others have them.

[She doesn’t realize that’s an invitation to explain. Sue her.]

No, most others don't. So... why do you?

I was designed to. A clone of another. He had claws, and so I have them as well.

[She isn’t sure what else to say of it. She is not good at describing anyway. But now, she does wonder, if Logan had ever wondered these things when he was asked.]

They are very sharp. Adamantium. They cut my skin whenever they are drawn.

So. Your claws are inside of you, and made of some kind of weird... metal, I'm guessing?

[All this shit is weird...]

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