Dorian Pavus (
tevintage) wrote in
thecapitol2015-01-17 12:45 pm
War Room One
Who | The Dragon Age cast and Friends
What | Dorian plans a covert meeting in the middle of the night so they can actually, you know, plan and shit
Where | In the Training Room
When | Right about now, but at 3 am in the morning
Warnings | uh, nothing I can think of so far
Jason had him on a leash tight enough to suffocate. It was simultaneously as binding as it was embarrassing, so he was loathe to bring attention to it. But they needed to meet. Iron Bull had just arrived - how many more of them would come before the next arena?
It had everything to do with planning and nothing to do with a growing anxiety about making sure they were all okay. Nothing.
The notes came first. Carefully drawn notes with the Inquisition eye at the top, and a sketch of the training room at the bottom, requesting the attendance of the Inquisition and any of her allies that they'd happened to make. He didn't send notes to anyone outside the Inquisition - he trusted them to bring anyone that they thought was worthy. They could use all the help they could get.
The time was set for three in the morning - late enough that Jason would not be awake to keep Dorian from slipping out of the District Suites in the middle of the night and taking the elevator right down to the training hall. (He was getting used to that box.)
He wrung his hands before he stepped into the room. He wasn't nervous. How utterly ridiculous.
What | Dorian plans a covert meeting in the middle of the night so they can actually, you know, plan and shit
Where | In the Training Room
When | Right about now, but at 3 am in the morning
Warnings | uh, nothing I can think of so far
Jason had him on a leash tight enough to suffocate. It was simultaneously as binding as it was embarrassing, so he was loathe to bring attention to it. But they needed to meet. Iron Bull had just arrived - how many more of them would come before the next arena?
It had everything to do with planning and nothing to do with a growing anxiety about making sure they were all okay. Nothing.
The notes came first. Carefully drawn notes with the Inquisition eye at the top, and a sketch of the training room at the bottom, requesting the attendance of the Inquisition and any of her allies that they'd happened to make. He didn't send notes to anyone outside the Inquisition - he trusted them to bring anyone that they thought was worthy. They could use all the help they could get.
The time was set for three in the morning - late enough that Jason would not be awake to keep Dorian from slipping out of the District Suites in the middle of the night and taking the elevator right down to the training hall. (He was getting used to that box.)
He wrung his hands before he stepped into the room. He wasn't nervous. How utterly ridiculous.

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"And how has our fair seeker been fairing?"
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"In truth, somewhat surprise it was you which decided to summon the war council."
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He was under no illusions about the amount of surveillance in this place, whether he could see it or not.
"Considering that we seem to be gathering more and more of a council, I thought it prudent," He said wryly. "Bull's just arrived, as well. I don't think we can count on the Capitol ceasing their abductions in Thedas."
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Which carried with it darker implications that Cassandra thought necessary to delve into. Everyone in the inner circle were intelligent, or at least capable. That they alone in a world (and apparently across time) were being targeted spoke for itself.
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Well, more like he had been avoiding thinking about it, but same difference, right?
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"They are not limited by time, or so it would seem."
Divine, Dorian. They named her Divine in some universe...but beside the point.
"Affiliation seems an odd restriction, yet it is not unique to Thedas. Commander Shepard's group seems to have been a target, as well. I would not be surprised if the same could be said of other worlds."