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Iᴏʀᴠᴇᴛʜ ([personal profile] aenseidhe) wrote in [community profile] therookery2018-05-06 10:14 pm

idk my bff minor vandalism

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Iorveth
RECIPIENT: All erry1
WHAT: Reacting to this, specifically the part about Rifter phylactaries.
WHEN: Right meow.
WHERE: Kirkwall, the Gallows announcement board
NOTES: Rudeness and vandalism. Open to crystal chatting and action!! Though he'll be storming off pretty fast after this.


[ For a long several moments, silence broadcasts over the crystal, Iorveth having just activated it after reading the announcement on negotiations results posted, lost for words. When they do come, it's like they're being spoken through a snarl. ]

You left to end the blood leashing.

Not push it off on the next lesser group.

[ there is a deafening thud that sounds before Iorveth's voice goes out, and anyone physically standing by the Gallows announcement board will have just witnessed Iorveth pull a dagger (with at least a foot worth of blade on it) free, and slam it through the notice and into the board, metal and splinters jutting out the opposite side, before walking away.

He mad. (And he'll come fix the board later, leave him alone) ]
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[personal profile] exequy 2018-05-07 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kostos, being both completely reasonable and completely charming and completely, safely out of anyone's sight, rolls his eyes elaborately at these details about this world he still does not believe actually exists. Less believable than frappuccinos.

As for soft-spoken and peaceful—well. Kostos is soft-spoken, at least, in an even, focused way that sometimes serves well for making people think he might murder them and use their corpses as possessed personal minions. Sometimes, but not right now. Not particularly. ]


You do know what a Templar is.
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private, because he has a little bit of a sense.

[personal profile] exequy 2018-05-07 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
They are not ordinary men, anymore. They can put out our fires as easily as we light them, they can cut us from casting entirely, they can—I do not know what they call it, but it fucking hurts. And when we are without magic, their tin suits and their swords put them at a small [ teensy, minuscule ] advantage. We were at war, before Corypheus arrived, and we were losing. If we return to war tomorrow, we will return to losing.

[ A lecture. He used to teach. He was pretty shitty at it. But, with that out of the way, and Iorveth's assurances he knows who deserves to be lit on fire in this situation, he is left feeling somewhat more charitable. ]

You would lose a war, too. And that is not what any of us wanted. Be careful.
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private ;

[personal profile] exequy 2018-05-09 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The only immediate response is a vague huffing noise. Agreement, maybe. Equally possibly it's skepticism.

Less immediately, after a day or two to identify which rifter exactly he'd been speaking to and where that rifter stays, Kostos leaves a tattered book wrapped in throwaway cloth outside his door—a detailed and Chantry-sanctioned account of each time the Right of Annullment has been invoked, with its dispassionate accounts of the executed broken down to clarify how many were enchanters, mages, adolescent apprentices, totaling far more than thirty-eight, and the justification each time being demons, forbidden magic, demons, demons.

Just so he knows what world he's dealing with. ]