sending crystal;

[inagutterson]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Yngvi
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Dwarf stuff
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Kirkwall; lurking about some dark corner
NOTES: possible tw for questionable child-rearing and discussions of violence

Right, gotta ask since it's been nigglin' me like a loose tooth for a bit now Inquisition, what d'you all know about dwarves? Rifters you don't get a free pass unless you fell out the skies yesterday, s'not like we're a rare sight but, y'know, 'specially since we've been here a while now and-- [there's a little edge to his voice, he coughs to clear that, can't sound like he gives a shit, just the damp and the smoke lingering yeah?] you've been with lots of dwarves. Lot of my family even!

Might get invited to Sunday dinner if you play your cards right but word to the wise, maybe don't? Politely decline. But not too polite yeah? [Don't know what you'll be served on a Darktown dinner table do you now?]

Comments

[inagutterson]

[Normally Yngvi's laughter is loud and obnoxious but it's a hollowed cracked little croak that escapes him.]

Yeah, thought I'd already done that. Then I'm here, legs kicked out from under me again; what happens when you leave and do a new thing and it's grand then that new thing drags you back into the old thing again but it's like someone swapped out your eyes?

[meds4sale]

My, my. It seems that you are tangled in a rather tricky situation.

With things as they are, what would you like to do?

[inagutterson]

[What would you like to do?

As if it's that simple. As if it's ever been that simple. Will ever be that simple.]

Tangled? Nah, tangled is when you take a shortcut through an old really elven bit of forest where the trees come alive and trap you then the giant spiders come out to have a piece. [This is a thing that may or may not have happened, Yngvi is proud of making up his life as he goes along. It buys him time, it's always bought him time. Currency has always been more than just coin.]

Set fire to a few things but don't fancy where the Inquisition might try locking me up if I go doing that.

[He's only half-joking.]

[meds4sale]

It is fortunate that the matter is not quite as pressing as a Tsuchigumo, but it sounds no less like a web.

[He can appreciate the sentiment about burning everything down, but he doubts it'll help much beyond making ngvi feel better for about five minutes before the city goes up like a powder keg.]

Have you made friends within the Inquisition?

[inagutterson]

[He wouldn't. This is his home, Kirkwall's been hurt too many times, he wouldn't hurt the people here again just because he's hurting.]

Yes. Some.

[A few casual, one from before made stronger, maybe some he's realising weren't friendships at all but it balances out.]