Sorry I’ve not been here for the last day or so. I’ve been making my OC. I have a lot of work to do on that account but if you’re OC and multifandom friendly, I’d appreciate it if you could follow her so I can get some interactions going.
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[ Thief ]:
‘So —’
Stride is an unusual slow as she nears the elder woman hands behind her back & a grin that stretches ear to ear. If SHE was smart it was an obvious the rogue was up to something ( which by now does not come as a surprise ). If only she could distract Cassandra; though the woman was attentive as always ( shit – ).
‘You busy?’
If there was one thing that the Inquisition had taught Cassandra so far, it was to be more open minded about different types of people. Some of the recruits were weird but strangely wonderful at the same time, Sera being one of them. Though still, the Seeker was wary and would keep a keen eye on those thieving hands.
Narrowed eyes watched the thief approach and so Cassandra altered her posture, standing upright with her head held high - an almost angry way of standing but without the anger.
“What is it to you if I am busy or not? Whatever you’re planning to do, don’t. By the look on your face, it is only going to land you in trouble.”
[ Unknown ]:
❛ -you display self-restraint, but I see a fire within you as there is in me. ❜
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“I only display self-restraint in public, for want of not taking out my sword and hitting things in front of those I’m supposed to protect.”
[ Spirit ]:
“When you interrogated the Inquisitor. Were you scared? Did the Inquisitor scare you?”
“No, I was not scared. When the Inquisitor and I first met, he was nothing but a prisoner. But now that he has begun to shape the world like he said, I suppose I do fear him. Only because of what he is capable of.”
[ Arcanist ]:
“That is… that is fantastic. And quite a useful tool for a Templar-hunter, it sounds like. Or do you not like to be called that? You asked me to slow down, I am so sorry. It is only that I have never met a Seeker before. It is quite exciting for me.” She cannot stop a bright smile from forming on her face. “One question at a time, then. I’ll try to remember.”
“Red Templar-hunter might be more... appropriate, considering we’ve formed alliance with the few, sane Templars that remain.”
Digits of the Seeker’s left hand curled around the grip to her sword, partially out of habit and partially because she felt like unsheathing it and taking a swing at something. But, she contained her frustration and in place of hitting things, she engaged in pleasant conversation - a rare notion.
“Do you have anything else you’d like to ask?”
[ Solas ]:
“You have never asked, I assumed you were not interested.”
Of course, Solas had been thankful for her continued silence on the matter. Typically when they asked questions about him, it invariably led to questions concerning his past. Such things were best avoided. Still, to dodge her inquires would appear more suspicious.
“What is it you would like to know?”
“Of course I am interested. I do not wish to work with strangers.” However, now that the Seeker had gotten this far, she was at an obvious loss for what to ask. Conversation was never one of her stronger points. She took a few seconds to think, looking down as she pondered. “Well, how did you come to know so much of the Fade?”
[ Advisor ]:
The blade was lifted but not to threaten, only to be sheathed over her back. Still, the former Knight-Commander did not relent. “And tell me, girl, what you are going to do about it?”
A gloved hand found it’s way to the hilt of her own sword that was attached to the Seeker’s side, taking precaution since the Advisor was the unpredictable type. “Girl?” Cassandra questioned, instantly furrowing her brows dispassionately. “Do NOT call me girl.” a heavy sigh was breathed. “Why must you make things so complicated? Just move.”
[ Arcanist ]:
“So…? Talented? Stunning, and smart?”
“But yes, I am settling in quite well - I have worked in far worse conditions than this, so don’t worry. There was this smithy in Antiva… but I probably shouldn’t be telling that story to a Seeker. You are the Seeker, right? I’ve always wanted to meet one, I have so many questions. Are you allowed to answer? You’re all so secretive, but I was wondering where, exactly, your powers come from. Is it lyrium? I heard you don’t get the same side effects as the Templars do. How can that be? Is it safe?” She stops for a moment. “Will you have to kill me if you answer any of that?”
Suddenly Cassandra had found herself to be overwhelmed - barely able to keep track of what Dagna was saying, since she seemed to spout random things at an incredible speed. However, the Seeker’s lips pursed in an attempt to keep herself from showing any kind of a smile. It was almost refreshing to have someone so young and so eager among the Inquisition. Everything was so serious and honestly, Cassandra was relieved to have some life around Skyhold. Aside from Sera, of course.
“Please, slow down Dagna. It is difficult to answer questions when I cannot understand what is being asked. Lyrium effects individuals in different ways each time it is used,” a shrug was given. “It also grants its’ user powers that can very with each person. For example, I can set the Lyrium in a person’s blood stream aflame. And Lyrium is never safe, for anyone. Although some have a resistance to it.”
[ Ambassador ]:
The Seeker’s tone puts Josephine on edge. Yes, perhaps she can understand why she is being extremely difficult–no, impossible is more like it–when it comes to her family, but for the life of her, she cannot fathom why she cannot swallow her resentment for a few months. The Inquisition needs all the help it can get–and Josephine is damned if they are unable to secure the aid they need from Nevarra just because of one muleheaded princess.
“Yes, I did.” Her voice is calm, but steely. She dislikes arguing, especially with a fellow advisor and someone she would like to think of as a friend, but she is prepared to stand her ground. “We are at our wits’ end, Lady Pentaghast. Opposition in Nevarra is the last thing we need–and your family is best suited to counter that so that the Inquisition can move in to deal with the rifts.”
A gloved hand was slowly lifted and fingers pinched the bridge of the Seeker’s nose as if it would help to dull her frustration. This was truly aggrivating, considering she and her supposed family had never been on very good terms since even before the loss of her elder brother. Having to deal with the many nobles that lingered around Skyhold was enough and she would have hoped that Josephine was clever enough to see that she did not need this added weight resting on her broad shoulders.
“I cannot belive that you of all people would go behind my back and plan such a thing. The Pentaghasts--- Nevarra--- will be of no help to us in the least!”
Cassandra breathed a loud, dismayed groan through chapped lips - shaking her head as she tried to comprehend the Ambassador’s argument. She understood that the Inquisition could use all the help it could get, but what was the point of inviting nobles over that would only cloud one of the advisors’ way of thinking?
“Some families are better off left to do whatever they do, alone and away from war. The majority of Nevarra’s nobles are an example of those that should just be left as they are.”
“You are Dagna? The Archanist? Well, I didn’t expect someone so... Nevertheless. I trust you’re fitting into Skyhold and the Inquisition nicely?”
“You there! What are you doing? How did such a person even come to know of Skyhold? I demand you give me answers.”
“Solas, I think it’s due time I knew more about you. You seem to know a lot of me and yet, despite the length of time we’ve worked together, I know barely anything about you.”
“Josephine have you been in contact with my family? Even when I specifically told you not to. I had to fight off one of my very distant cousins only a few hours ago as he thought he had been invited to Skyhold to see me!”
