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[champions]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Marisol
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: sup losers
WHEN: early Wintermarch, handwaves vaguely etc
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Marisol's info is over here but still in progress, feel free to shoot me a pm if you'd like some deets or to hammer out past cr

Good morning, Inquisition.

( It’s early afternoon, easily. She sounds very relaxed, and it would not be inaccurate to imagine her reclining on a sea of cushions and eating chocolate. Her accent is distinctly Antivan, and probably should be accompanied by a montage of vineyards and orange blossom. It’s just the kind of vibe she gives off. )

I wanted to apologise for any inconvenience caused the last few days by my arrival; the family estate in Hightown was not yet ready to receive me, it seems, and so there has been some to-ing and fro-ing. I understand one of the birds caused a little confusion.

( It trapped Finch in a cupboard. ) Please rest assured all the flamingos have been moved for their safety.

( And the safety of the Inquisition. )

I am Lady Marisol of the Houses Vivas and de la Nieve, Asturias and Hierro. ( Merchant Princes, nobility, pirates. You may remember her from such mage empowerment videos as GO REBELS GO and IT’S NOT SMUGGLING, IT’S SPECIALISED TRADE. ) You know, I had planned to be here a little sooner, but the weather in Antiva was so fine. I couldn’t bring much winter sunshine with me, but the Inquisition’s supplies have been replenished a little.

So! Is anyone here from the Rialto Circle? And can anyone explain why it is I should bring ships and staff to an Inquisition that took to destroying the Necropolis? I have some aunts and uncles who are very upset about it.

( She, personally, does not sound seriously concerned, but apparently she doesn’t sound seriously concerned about anything. )

Comments

[exsecutus]

He has. Me.

We don't look that alike.

[champions]

To the trained eye, no. ( Nikos has some beer induced cuddliness. ) Not everyone is so refined as I.

[exsecutus]

Is that what you call it. [dry.] Perhaps you can offer refinement lessons at the taverns.

[champions]

Refined, charming, enchanting. I call myself many things. All of them are factual and true.

[exsecutus]

Is enchanting meant to be a play on words.

[champions]

Would I ever be so crass as to pun?

( c: )

[exsecutus]

I have not seen you in some time. Might have taken up crassness.

[champions]

That is very hurtful. Can you hear that strange creaking sound? That is my heart starting to break.

[exsecutus]

Please. I will not be fooled. Your heart cannot break. It is very small, for one. And made of iron.

[champions]

Iron, yes. Because it is so heavy from these insults.

[exsecutus]

Oh, yes, now I feel sorry for you.

[the deadest of pans.]

[champions]

So you should. Don't you know the women of Antiva are delicate, and in need of protecting?

[exsecutus]

Ha,

[Nikos says. It's a laugh.]

Delicate and capable of kicking me in the back hard enough to give me a permanent scar. It's still there, you know. The scar and my back. Despite your efforts to the contrary.

[champions]

I have no memory of this. I think, perhaps, you are mistaken. I'll forgive you, though, it sounds like a traumatic experience.

( If she is recalling his protests at the time correctly. )

[exsecutus]

Deeply scarring. As I have said. I'll remember it for us both, forever.