crystal | to the dogs or whoever.

[poleaxed]

FORM: voice / crystal
SENDER: Jone of Denerim
RECIPIENT: Everybody who wants to deal with this bullshit
NOTES: Swearing, possibly actual violence.

I seen what happens to folk with no hope left, or no money, or no food, and how it changes a lad. I seen how it makes them weary and easy bait for sharks and conmen and the worse sort of evil that simple humans bring. Slavers and turncoats have their reasons, but they made the choice. They don't deserve sympathy.

I also have dreams, fearful things and not, about folk betraying or hurting me. And if I woke from that dream with the thought, I better get meself some revenge on those cunts, I'd be even more a bell end than I already am.

But I understand some of you lot want revenge for your dreams. And if you daft cunts really need it, have it out. I killed more than I can proper remember in that bloody dream, and I enjoyed it. I was a monster in both, because I'm always the monster, but I'm sure you lot will only care for the one where I betrayed you, and I did. And I had fun with it.

For every one of you wants revenge on some bugger had the poor luck to end up in a dream where they hurt you, come at me. You lot get one hit each, open or closed hand, I don't care where. No weapons or gauntlets. I'll be in the training yard, easy as fuck to find: I'm the six foot bitch with red hair.

And if that don't satisfy you, will killing a fool really do it? Will rounding 'em up? Shunning 'em? Seeing as they ain't done you no harm but a nightmare.

And, Si? A word, mate.

Comments

[okayimin]

Do not break anything.

[poleaxed]

That ain't for me to decide.

[okayimin]

Then I'll fuckin' remind whoever shows up to take your offer. Someone wants to take a swing over this dream business, fine, but I didn't make it off that blasted mountain to worry about dusters' busting skulls of their own crew.

[poleaxed]

Then you should stop worrying.

[okayimin]

Can't, it's in the job description.

[poleaxed]

You've put yourself in a box that just leads to grousing, you know?

[okayimin]

[ Primly: ]

Suits me. Plenty of you need grousing at.

[poleaxed]

I'll be dead clear, mate. I don't.

[okayimin]

You fell and broke your nose on the floor.

[poleaxed]

On purpose, to prove a point. And t'were fixed without your blather. I don't have time for nags, and even less patience.

[okayimin]

[ She needs a minute. ]

You broke your nose to prove a point.

[ Yes, that's the only part that registered. ]

[poleaxed]

Yes.

[She considers a longer explanation, but decides she doesn't owe one.]

[okayimin]

[ Which is honestly enough like some nugshit thing a Carta boy would hand her after showing up with his arm hanging by a thread, she can only sigh in response. ]

You're one of those two-hander fighters, aren't you.

[poleaxed]

[Not gonna confirm or deny that, because as someone who uses a truly gigantic weapon for reasons that definitely don't involve compensation and security, she respects the fuck out of fist-fighters.]

Clever folk don't end up killing for money, luv.

[okayimin]

[ Yup, that's a two hander all right. So Sawbones saves the "Just because you can take a hit doesn't mean you should" and says instead: ]

You got someone there in case things do turn to bone breaking?

[poleaxed]

I'm in with one of the mages, Corrin. Finicky little thing, but he's a right cunt.

[Said in the tone that indicates (perhaps only to Fereldans of a certain class and geography) right cunt is a compliment, not an insult. It's all about context.]

[okayimin]

[ She assumes that mean Colin. ]

Well, there's that at least. Tell him to yell for me if he ends up with a bone he needs help setting.

[poleaxed]

[She definitely meant Colin.]

I shall.

...I'm a Reaver, luv, pain makes me stronger. I've lost the natural fear of it. I don't mean to make your job harder, but it is what I am, and caution's more like to get me killed.

[okayimin]

Well, you lot are an expected difficulty at least.

[ Dealing with stubborn warriors is not in her job description except for how it is, but: ] It's getting tossed into this dreaming shit and not know where or how my crew is that I can't abide. Should've gave that blasted spirit a piece of my mind when I had the chance.

[poleaxed]

I can't think of a better target for your nagging than a bloody religious figure, but that might be all the head injuries talking.

[okayimin]

The Chantry disagrees, but a good number of them could stand to be called out for acting like lyrium addled shitbrained nugfuckers.