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thecapitol2015-01-03 11:10 am
darmisu) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-03 11:10 am
turn down for
Who| inquisitor lavellan & YOU
What| a challenger appears. said challenger weighs ~100lbs soaking wet.
Where| el training center.
When| in the downtime between arenas.
Warnings/Notes| none atm, will update if necessary.
A. Central Commons | OTA
This is all fucked up, but it's not the place of Inquisitor Lavellan, Herald of Your Mother to show it. She seems convivial enough, and is trying to compensate for how she clearly stands out. She hasn't seen another elf, and her ears (and the tattoos on her face, and the diminutive height and shape of elves in general) make her stick out. It's not that she minds sticking out, precisely, but she'd rather have it on her terms.
She spots someone with something of interest-- clothing she doesn't recognize, a bit of technology (she comes from a medieval world, after all) she's never seen before, it doesn't matter. She walks up, eyes wide, and speaks in a gentle, friendly tone.
"Oh, what's that? We don't got it where I'm from."
B. Training Center | OTA
That's a lot of knives. Lavellan goes over to the table on instinct, and begins, well, fiddling with them. An observer will notice that she's clearly worked with knives before, from her ease handling them. She begins spinning them, stops, puts them down, picks up a new pair... eventually, she throws it toward a target.
She misses by a wide margin, and the knife skitters dangerously near whoever was observing earlier. She rushes over, swearing. "Shit, sorry. Trying to find a pair better balanced-- well. You got all your toes?"
C. Floor 4 | District 4 Folks
Lavellan is standing in the common room by the light switch. She flicks it off. She flicks it on again. She flicks it off once more. She's watching for the source of the light, and she'll do this several times if no one stops her. Eventually, she might press her hands to the wall, feeling around for something, before going back to the light and fiddling with it again.
I hope you weren't trying to read or something.
D. Wherever | Canonmates Only
Due to the peculiarities of Lavellan's canon, she knows what her canonmates look like, but they don't know what she looks like. Thus, canonmates, feel free to describe what your character is doing, wherever they are, and I'll have her bug them. I'm pretty flexible and have no problem reacting to whatever you throw at me. If you'd like more of a prompt than this, just say. Thanks!
What| a challenger appears. said challenger weighs ~100lbs soaking wet.
Where| el training center.
When| in the downtime between arenas.
Warnings/Notes| none atm, will update if necessary.
A. Central Commons | OTA
This is all fucked up, but it's not the place of Inquisitor Lavellan, Herald of Your Mother to show it. She seems convivial enough, and is trying to compensate for how she clearly stands out. She hasn't seen another elf, and her ears (and the tattoos on her face, and the diminutive height and shape of elves in general) make her stick out. It's not that she minds sticking out, precisely, but she'd rather have it on her terms.
She spots someone with something of interest-- clothing she doesn't recognize, a bit of technology (she comes from a medieval world, after all) she's never seen before, it doesn't matter. She walks up, eyes wide, and speaks in a gentle, friendly tone.
"Oh, what's that? We don't got it where I'm from."
B. Training Center | OTA
That's a lot of knives. Lavellan goes over to the table on instinct, and begins, well, fiddling with them. An observer will notice that she's clearly worked with knives before, from her ease handling them. She begins spinning them, stops, puts them down, picks up a new pair... eventually, she throws it toward a target.
She misses by a wide margin, and the knife skitters dangerously near whoever was observing earlier. She rushes over, swearing. "Shit, sorry. Trying to find a pair better balanced-- well. You got all your toes?"
C. Floor 4 | District 4 Folks
Lavellan is standing in the common room by the light switch. She flicks it off. She flicks it on again. She flicks it off once more. She's watching for the source of the light, and she'll do this several times if no one stops her. Eventually, she might press her hands to the wall, feeling around for something, before going back to the light and fiddling with it again.
I hope you weren't trying to read or something.
D. Wherever | Canonmates Only
Due to the peculiarities of Lavellan's canon, she knows what her canonmates look like, but they don't know what she looks like. Thus, canonmates, feel free to describe what your character is doing, wherever they are, and I'll have her bug them. I'm pretty flexible and have no problem reacting to whatever you throw at me. If you'd like more of a prompt than this, just say. Thanks!