the return of the revenge of just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. Prompts are boss. (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, a meme prompt, anything). Specify if there's something you do or don't want, otherwise I could throw anything at you: AUs, shippiness, awfulness. You've been warned, son.
1b. If you want to continue a verse we started in another thread somewhere, specify it in the comment or subject line. I'd be down for revisiting any of those.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with (including OCs, who have their own list), or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.
2b. Muses I would really love to play right now, in case you are having a hard time choosing: Hawke, Hannibal Lecter, Selina Kyle, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man, Serafina, Pepper Potts, Lois Lane, Jacen Solo.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

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Hawke!

[smelltheoppression]

[twinfang]

[ my hawke and fenris have the most strained relationship in her party, if only because of her outspoken pro-mage rights feelings, but they're still more friendly than rivaled and sometimes flirt because she flirts with everything that moves tbh. IS THAT COOL OR I CAN DO SOMETHING ELSE omg i'm not used to rping bioware protags life is hard ]

[smelltheoppression]

[THAT'S COOL WITH ME even when Fenris and Hawke are rivaled he's still ridiculously loyal and just finds a different way to show his affection HAWKE IS HIS FAV. Bring it.]

[twinfang]

[ it's been a helluva long day. after the mess with merrill and the keeper, after cutting down that entire clan in cold blood - no, not the right turn of phrase, there'd been nothing cold about it, hawke should have gone home for the night. to wash the stains of the fallen off her armor, if nothing else. but something in the act disquieted her, though she was loathe to admit as much out loud. this wasn't something she wanted to wash her hands clean of. she might have entreated merrill to let it go, to forgive herself and realize that they'd made their own choices, but her own words are rang rather hollow in her heart.

deciding who to talk to about it wasn't easy, either. she was closest to isabela, but that didn't mean that they often unburdened feelings of intense personal guilt to one another. not to mention isabela had expressed her approval for standing up to the dalish for merrill's sake. she doubted she'd understand, and at worst, she might laugh off hawke's sense of conflict.

merrill was still grieving, and anders-- well, she had a hard time imagining he could divorce himself from his political ire at the moment to really engage the conversation. no offense to him. aveline's straightforward morality ruled her out, and varric, while no doubt able to offer a willing ear, couldn't really relate, she was certain.

that was how she found herself wandering in the direction of hightown, curving her way towards fenris' home.

part of her was concerned about taking this to him, certain that it would set him off railing about blood magic and how no good ever came from it and how this was the inevitable conclusion of messing with such a thing--

but part of her wanted to hear it. felt like what she really needed was for someone to blame her in part for those deaths. the masochistic impulse wasn't like her, but then again, she couldn't remember ever taking so many lives that really tore her up before.

she was counting on his anger. it was something she could rely on, in a way, a part of who he was that she never blamed him for.

they sit in front of the fireplace as she relates the whole story, staring into the flames with a cup clutched between her hands, the liquid in it untouched. she doesn't look at him until she's told it to the last, finally glancing over to register his expression. ] Well? Let's hear it.

SORRY THIS TOOK A MILLION YEARS I'm here now.

[smelltheoppression]

[He'd begun pacing sometime during the telling of her story, arms folded across his chest as he moves back and forth in front of the fireplace, his own glass of wine set aside and forgotten as he mulls over each and every detail to the last, his white brows knitted together as a scowl slowly settled into place. It was a sign of his being thoughtful more than angry, but there's some of that, too, as there always was-- anger simmering just beneath the skin and prepared to bare its teeth and escape at the slightest provocation, but this, this--

It was more complicated than that. He never had much trouble sharing his feelings with Hawke, blunt and untempered, but she had come to him for a reason this time, for something more than simply unburdening herself. She could have gone to anyone for that, to those she was much closer to who would support her in whatever she did.

But no. That wasn't what she wanted.

He slows to a stop finally, exhaling as he turns his back to the fire, his gaze hard and shrewd as he levels it on her.]

I can't decide if you simply expect me to lecture you, or you actually want me to.

[The former, he'd expect.]

You look at me as a child would while waiting to be reprimanded.

/RETURNS THE FAVOR look we're even now, thanks laptop

[twinfang]

[ being called on it causes her defensive humor to bubble to the surface, and she smiles as lightly as she can manage at him as she quips offhandedly: ] Well, you're just so talented at it, Fenris. I do enjoy giving my friends the opportunity to play to their strengths.

/MAKES IT UNEVEN AGAIN :|

[smelltheoppression]

[He snorts derisively-- whether that bodes well or ill remains to be seen; his demeanor changes little no matter which way the conversation is swayed, generally.]

That's enough to make me consider the latter.

[Maybe his first call had been wrong. He folds his arms, rigid as he keeps his attention fixed on her.]

You want your mistakes recounted? For what? You know what's been done better than anyone else. You've never failed to recognized the weight of your own decisions.

WE'RE AMAZING

[twinfang]

Maybe it's that my decisions have never sat quite so heavily before. [ there's a note of her true conflict over this beneath the casual way she states the sentence, that trace of cynicism that she can't always hide with a quip. ] We've fought so many evils, some more personal than others, but it's difficult to see why this had to happen. The Dalish were not our enemies.

I AM A FAN OF US

[smelltheoppression]

No, they were not.

[That point, they can agree on. The rest, however, is muddy at best.]

The situation was not as clear-cut as enemies and allies. This was not a decision you made all on your own. Their actions also played a part.

B)

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Their arrogant stubbornness, you mean. [ hawke, don't speak unkindly about the dead. especially not the dead you unwillingly slaughtered. ] Really, they wouldn't even consider another option. I can't imagine what drives anyone to be so dogmatically homicidal. [ a pause, because while she can condemn them for lashing out so swiftly, she knows that they did it out of pain and anger over what they perceived as a deep betrayal. ] I keep telling myself that if I'd only managed to get another few words out, we might have explained.

But perhaps they never would have accepted our reasons. I'm not certain they would have wanted to.

[smelltheoppression]

I did mean that, yes.

[He lets out a withering sigh, pinching at the bridge of his nose. He'd attempted tactful, but he might not have the strength to do so again. He had grown tired of that particular stubbonness, personally, far too much to even attempt to disagree or disguise how he felt.]

The fact is, you didn't get those words out-- and I'm not convinced it would have helped.

[There's a hard edge to his voice, one that speaks of how little love he bears the Dalish.]

They were convinced they were in the right. No amount of diplomacy would have changed that.

[twinfang]

How dreadfully familiar this all sounds. [ she tosses him a Look, although there's just as much fondness as there is challenge in her tone, which becomes even clearer when she continues. ] Their convictions led them to die for something they never even really understood. They weren't willing to consider the circumstances.

You're not the only one of my compatriots with equally strong convictions at times, Fenris. I'd just to know that none of you will let yourselves become blinded by them.

[smelltheoppression]

As much as I'd like to be able to make that promise, I cannot.

[Anger is often too strong to be tempered by reasons, passion too powerful to be swayed if the cause is one he believes strongly enough, if those convictions of his are too unwavering. The kind of extreme she's speaking of may be rare, but he's aware of the fact that it is possible.]

Stubbornness is a double-edged sword. It makes us strong, tireless, but it can also be our downfall. I know full well it may be mine, someday.

[twinfang]

It's foolish, is what it is. They died for nothing, Fenris. It wasn't even about their convictions in the end. It was a waste.

Would you have me watch you throw your life away for nothing some day, as well?

[smelltheoppression]

You should know better than that by now.

[He grimaces, a low growl behind his words at the back of his throat. He could be reckless, certainly, but it was different, or so he chose to believe.]

If I lay down my life, it won't be for nothing.