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thecapitol2015-01-17 12:45 pm
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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Gracious, indeed. This place was simply drenched in morbid adulation for the 'tributes,' people clawing for any interaction with those condemned to fight to the death. Cassandra found it repulsive. Bull, however, had slightly...different ways of handling things.
She gave a shake of her head. It was not her concern how he may feel about the attention.
"You have been informed concerning the spymasters of this new world?"
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As far as he knew...there were no followers for him. Was that a thing in this place? He had no idea.
"You mean the people who decided it was such a great idea to have us here?"
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She opened her mouth to continue- then stopped. It hardly mattered if Bull took that as a challenge to act as obscenely as possible. If anything, she may just approve of such a quest given the circumstances.
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They certainly were making him feel that way as it was his job to know everything and everyone, skilled in the line of reading people, using anything he can against them.
"Frightening, isn't it?"
Instead of it being the Inquisition and the Ben-Hassrath who know it all, it was these people. How unsettling.
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She looks as displeased as she sounds to admit it, but there was little point to telling an obvious lie. She could not understand the motivations of these people, could not see the point. A far more frightening thing than any mage bent on obtaining godhood.
"They possess the means to rip us from worlds, through time. Then chose to simply sit and watch for amusement. What but fear can meet such a combination of madness and power?"
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"We'll stick together, we're stronger that way."