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[limier]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Wren Coupe
RECIPIENT: All y'all
WHAT: Vital questions
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Near, far, wherever you are
NOTES: There will be prizes.

Indulge me: The best advice you have received. Explain why, if you choose.

Comments

[limier]

The old standards usually are. Would 'muddle on until you simply cannot' be a fair translation?

[kartereo]

Not so much. The sentiment's more go through all the hard stuff and see it gotten through and, if at all, fixed.

[limier]

An aspiration after my own heart — and of course, the Inquisition's. Is it too late to enquire of that absent context?

[kartereo]

It isn't too late, but it is something I'll politely decline, as it was said in circumstances that I don't discuss much.

Iskandar, however, might be more willing.

[limier]

Ah, my apologies. I would not wish to pry,

[ that's a fuckin lie ]

Even through another. Though I fear we have not met — were the two of you acquainted before or after your arrival?

[ the former would seem a ridiculous notion, had others not recently spoken of it. to be pulled across worlds, together, into one new? absurd. as is everything of late. ]

[kartereo]

Nothing to apologize for. You didn't know. [Evasive answers he thought were a giveaway, but apparently not.]

Mmm, we were. We've been dragged here about oh, from points in time that are about ten years apart from each other.

[limier]

[ digging at unpleasantness is her life's work. it's half the reason now to busy herself about the crystals — the other half being: what in the void is she going to do with all these awesome posters ]

A horse that does not intend to kick might still break a knee.

[ ten years apart, maker. 'that must be difficult' she thinks about saying, and doesn't bother to. of course it's difficult. waver's not an idiot, there's no reason to condescend,

not when there are questions to ask. elliptically, because fuck if she'll ever have her head fully wrapped about this. ]

It seems many more of you are familiar with — ah — incidents of. I believe the popular term has become time travel? Than the rest of us.

[kartereo]

True enough, but seriously, don't worry about it.

[Because if not, this would fall into a polite apology feedback loop, and those are some of the most dangerous loops of all.]

Well, yes. But I have a leg up only because the idea of it is embedded in our entertainment culture. When you grow up with stories that include time travel, you tend to flow with it a bit better.

[Also magi back home know of it and sometimes attempt it. But sharing his own mage status is something Waver is more cautious with in Thedas.]

[limier]

It is a tale only, then? There have been others that speak of it firsthand — the only unity between their accounts seems a lack of any.

How would they interpret this difference with your companion, were we in a story of your home?

[kartereo]

It is as of my current point in time. I don't underestimate the idea of later scientists making it real.

And I think they'd just call it a plot device for a reunion of characters and move on, truthfully.

loling irl

[limier]

[ later scientists, as though they wouldn't inevitably become former, and,

maferath's balls, this is never going to cease being a headache. ]

At times I feel as though we are all trapped in some cheap novel —

I hope only we are the protagonists.

ehehehe

[kartereo]

[That gets a pause, then a short, gruff laugh.]

But what's the ideal end point?

[limier]

Corypheus is defeated, the Venatori fade into obscurity, and I retire to the seaside. Warm sun and sand. Perhaps I take up a hobby — I have heard such fine things of those —

For yourself, Monsieur?

[kartereo]

Home with the giant oaf, I'd hope. [But not likely.]

But tell me, have you considered what hobby you might take up?

[limier]

[ two important bits of information have come of this:
1. iksandar, whoever he is, is apparently large
2. waver gave him a nickname. das cute ]

Not the faintest damn clue.

[ because she intends to do none of it at all. the ideal end point was never a possibility. there will be no beach, there will be no retirement. not if she can bloody well help it. ]

Chess? Can one play chess, against oneself? I could build castles. Collect shells.

[kartereo]

Well, you'd become skilled at playing against yourself. Castles sound fun though. [Wait, hang on.] Sand castles or actual architecture?

[Both sound fun, come to think of it. And an architecture firm is more like firm retirement income.]

[limier]

It would be properly Orlesian of me, would it not?

[ playing against oneself. civil war: chess edition. ]

I suppose that if we speak of stone, I might afford to construct a very, very small castle. Perhaps to house the many homeless ants of Thedas. The Maker smiles upon charity.

[kartereo]

It really would. But it is also predictable, which seems a detriment.

[Besides. Architecture is fun.]

If you wanted to cultivate an air of mystery or strange, you could get us rifters to help with bringing in designs from our homes. [Oooor] Or you could actually build luxury castles for ants. Like bird houses, but even smaller.

[limier]

Predictable, perhaps. But only if your mind is not changeable, no? Are the designs so very different, in your own world?

[ architecture is so fun. it's also never been something within reach. ]

I've a volume on Tevinter structures, if you should rather exchange.

[ it's in tevene. but there are pictures. ]

[kartereo]

They definitely are. The styles here are in our past.

[Waver's not an expert by any means, but he can at least draw.]

You do realize that an exchange mostly means I'm going to be throwing sheets of paper at you and trying to remember technical terms I barely understand, right?

[limier]

Maker, no. Not throwing paper,

[ a small, amused huff. ]

I shall promise to understand them no better than you. Any areas of particular interest, that I might translate ahead of time?

[ because it's a slow fuckin process ]

[kartereo]

Give me two days to find said paper then and have enough for a decent rockslide.

[Stick figures will be included, if only to indicate scale.]

Pick maybe, hm. Two or three things? Translation is less important than just looking at images.

[limier]

Very well. Perhaps something on the Imperial Highway.

In the mean, where should you like your reward delivered? For answering my question — consider it a bribe, if the notion is less tasteless.

[kartereo]

That actually does sound like useful information to have.

[Roads conquer worlds, after all.]

Would you accept an in-person pick up, if we're to see each other anyway?

[limier]

Of course. I am working from quarters at present — if repairs to the libraries have quite finished, that may serve as well. I am most free in the evenings; if this does not suit, perhaps another time might be arranged.

[ she isn't exactly looking for an excuse to beg off of work, it's just. there's like, a lot of it, and it all involves sitting still.

waver's a rifter, that probably means he counts as —

— well, something diplomatic, anyway. the excuse checks out. ]