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[ofkirkwall]

[ The bar is nothing special, she notices boredly, it's as seedy as one can possibly find with it's dank smokey air and that pleasant aroma of stale piss and vomit. It is one of those bars you'd happily skip towards when you're looking to smash a face through a wall before the night is out. The kind of place you expect to be served trouble rather than be served you drink.

Yet it is missing something vitally important, she decides after as scuffle breaks out behind her. She pays it little mind, dragging a finger over the journal with a wistful sigh. ]

I miss the Hanged Man. [ :( ] I miss Varric.

(ooc; so very open! in person and over the journal.)

Comments

Dictated

[unnaturalpause]

You miss playing hangman? [Guess who misunderstood that Hawke?] I'll play if you want. I'm bored.

[ofkirkwall]

No, no, no, the Hanged Man it's... [ You know what, nevermind she's bored and it's probably not a good idea to explain to a child what the Hanged Man is. ] Refresh my mind for me, what is this game you're talking about?

[unnaturalpause]

[Aww come on, he's 10 he can handle that! But he does grin when she agrees even if she can't see it.] It's a, word guessing game, where you have lines [And he draws in] __, like that! And you guess the letters that go in it. If you don't get the right letter you draw in one of the parts of the person being hanged, and you lose if you don't get the word before he's all drawn.

[ofkirkwall]

[ . . . ]

That sounds rather morbid. [ For a child to be playing anyway. ]

[unnaturalpause]

Not really? I mean they're just stick figure, people. [And yes he's totally drawing in a little gallows with a dude hanging from it.

No this isn't morbid, really it's normal.] And it's not like it's not all that weird, and stuff.

[ofkirkwall]

[ NO IT'S MORBID FOR A KID IN HER MIND OKAY. But totally unimportant. ]

Well, I've got nothing better to do. Let's play while I wait for my next drink.

[unnaturalpause]

[Wow Hawke :| But yeah he's totally ready for this!]

Are you guessing or is it me?

[shipper_on_deck]

[settling in the seat across from her with a drink in hand]

I could make up lies about you if you want.

Dictated forever

[wolfuncaged]

It isn't quite the same without him telling stories in bars and getting us into trouble, is it?

[Which is as close as Fenris will come to admit he misses the poison dwarf too]

[ofkirkwall]

I'll guess. Take it away, my good man.

[ofkirkwall]

My dear Isabela, while I have the utmost faith in your ability to bullshit it simply would not be the same. [ A beat. ] For one you're far too tall.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Dramatic sigh. ] No.

I'm even starting to miss when he narrates my actions out loud. [ DWARF BRO ;; ]

[shipper_on_deck]

Is this your way of telling me to get on my knees?

[ofkirkwall]

Maker no, I'd be much more blunt about it if I were.

[wolfuncaged]

That is desperate. Perhaps you are feverish?

[ofkirkwall]

I feel like I'm on fire. [ Dramaaaaa. ]

[wolfuncaged]

Perhaps you should lie down?

[ofkirkwall]

The floor is covered in puke.

[optimystic]

Varric. [why does she know this name] He was someone who was here for a little while, wasn't he?

[exanimatus]

And who is that, hm? [story time? C:]

[assassino]

[Eugh, hanged men.

You can just tell he's grinning on the other end.]

I could keep you company.

[wolfuncaged]

The you shall have to lay on a table.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Can you feel the squinty look of judgement through the journal, elf? Can you? ]

Have you tried laying on a table before? It is about as comfortable as laying on a pile of darkspawn.

[ofkirkwall]

He was, but the tricky dwarf managed to get his get out of jail free sign earlier than the rest of us.

[ofkirkwall]

My trusty dwarf, best friend, unlocker of chests and embellisher of stories.