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judgemewhole) wrote2015-12-20 06:31 pm
judgemewhole) wrote2015-12-20 06:31 pm
The Desk Of Knight Commander Norrington
Notes and IC journal conversations can go right here
That is just cruel, Adelaide. That might as well be grape juice doused heavily with water.
I suppose as we are...friendly associates now I can spare a bottle or two of proper Orlesian wine. Likely you are as in dire need of it as I.
Oh, like you would not believe. Your kindness is heavily appreciated.
[ True to her word one of her students makes their way to Norrington's desk, a bottle of Orlesian wine with a simple card attached. It reads: 'Thank you- A. LeBlanc' ]
[There is a note sent back, which simply states, Thank you.]
[Shortly after this announcement, James recieves a message via crystal.]
...James?
[His tone lacks the usual Orlesian zeal he's known for and instead been replaced by something akin to gloom. A similar gloom that gripped him not too long ago in Emprise du Lion.]
I was a fool. Here I was promising this "Detlef" a safe haven at Skyhold while unknowingly inviting the devil himself to our doorstep.
[He sighed heavily.]
I wear the mummer's mantle too well. I've been had the entire time by that disgusting beast and I didn't even realize it.
...James?
[His tone lacks the usual Orlesian zeal he's known for and instead been replaced by something akin to gloom. A similar gloom that gripped him not too long ago in Emprise du Lion.]
I was a fool. Here I was promising this "Detlef" a safe haven at Skyhold while unknowingly inviting the devil himself to our doorstep.
[He sighed heavily.]
I wear the mummer's mantle too well. I've been had the entire time by that disgusting beast and I didn't even realize it.
Edited 2016-03-08 15:29 (UTC)
Alayre?
What are you - hold on this crystal is blinking all over the damned place --
[A moment or two of pause.]
...Great Maker, Alayre! Tell me - tell me you didn't offer him our protection?
What are you - hold on this crystal is blinking all over the damned place --
[A moment or two of pause.]
...Great Maker, Alayre! Tell me - tell me you didn't offer him our protection?
[Hear that sigh, James? That sigh of clear distress? Clearly he did.]
What if I did? What if I told the very man who single-handedly lead Thedas down this spiral of doom a safe haven here? Then what?
[Alayre pours himself yet another glass of wine. He's going to drink his sorrows away today. Maker be damned.]
He not only had me fooled but the entire Inquisition as well. We've all been had, James.
What if I did? What if I told the very man who single-handedly lead Thedas down this spiral of doom a safe haven here? Then what?
[Alayre pours himself yet another glass of wine. He's going to drink his sorrows away today. Maker be damned.]
He not only had me fooled but the entire Inquisition as well. We've all been had, James.
[You hear that sound? That's the sound of James Norrington pinching his brow.]
Maker's Breath. Maker's Breath.
You know the other Knight Commanders will never agree to this. Andraste's Sacred Knickers, the rest of the Templar Order will never agree.
[Another pause.] I don't agree! There is no way in the Maker's Golden City that we are giving protection to the murderer of Grand Cleric of Kirkwall and countless other innocent clerics, mothers, and brothers!
Maker's Breath. Maker's Breath.
You know the other Knight Commanders will never agree to this. Andraste's Sacred Knickers, the rest of the Templar Order will never agree.
[Another pause.] I don't agree! There is no way in the Maker's Golden City that we are giving protection to the murderer of Grand Cleric of Kirkwall and countless other innocent clerics, mothers, and brothers!
If had only known who that man was, I wouldn't have made such a lofty promise.
[There's no amount of words for his digust right now. He's agitated.]
How much more of ourselves do we have to sacrifice for the sake of this wretched coalition? Surely this man, Anders, should face absolute judgment through our hands but they give him pardon instead.
The entire affair has me sickened, James. I know I played the fool in all this but I hold no power in this decision.
[There's no amount of words for his digust right now. He's agitated.]
How much more of ourselves do we have to sacrifice for the sake of this wretched coalition? Surely this man, Anders, should face absolute judgment through our hands but they give him pardon instead.
The entire affair has me sickened, James. I know I played the fool in all this but I hold no power in this decision.
Edited 2016-03-09 15:39 (UTC)
None of us do. The Inquisition has given him over to the Wardens and the Wardens are abiding by that decision. If we have anything to say -- we need to direct it to them.
[A pause.]
Who is their leader?
[A pause.]
Who is their leader?
[It takes a moment for Alayre to reply since he's sipping on his wine. He needs to drink a little before he tells Norrington this bit of news. He's been keeping an eye on things from afar.]
...Well, you could try your luck with that Kaisa. However, we would have more luck conversing with the air over her.
...Well, you could try your luck with that Kaisa. However, we would have more luck conversing with the air over her.
Edited 2016-03-10 17:59 (UTC)
[There's a longer silence, as Norrington rubs his face.]
...I would rather deal with Asher.
[Which is saying quite a lot.]
There has to be a place to leave these Wardens a damned letter.
...I would rather deal with Asher.
[Which is saying quite a lot.]
There has to be a place to leave these Wardens a damned letter.
There is but I much rather speak to this band of hooligans in person.
[Guess who's getting a tad testy here.]
The Wardens must answer to this unjust sentence.
[Guess who's getting a tad testy here.]
The Wardens must answer to this unjust sentence.
Well, we can always go and speak to them - but let us be clear, Alayre. We are not here representing the entire Order. Just ourselves, and our concerns.
[Because he's not willing to drag them all into a fight with the damned Wardens, but someone should say something.]
[Because he's not willing to drag them all into a fight with the damned Wardens, but someone should say something.]
That goes without saying, James. This is our fight and I will not sully the name of the entire Order for the sake of my personal involvement in this matter.
[His voice is quite stern now. Alayre is ready to go war over this nonsense.
He really is.]
Anders will not make a fool out of me twice. The Wardens must be swayed to reason.
[His voice is quite stern now. Alayre is ready to go war over this nonsense.
He really is.]
Anders will not make a fool out of me twice. The Wardens must be swayed to reason.
Very well. Burns has let me know that the Wardens have a drop-box of sorts. We can leave a message for their leadership there.
It is no note he sends, nor message on the crystals- Norrington had been quite open with his invitation and Zevran? Quite sincere in his intention to take the man up on it. Even with the confused jangling of his mind and heart an uncomplicated tumble is just that. An uncomplicated tumble.
Thus he approaches, pitching his voice low and honeyed with promise as he sidles up to Norrington at his desk. "In the long hours of the night
When hope has abandoned me,
I will see the stars and know
Your Light remains."
Thus he approaches, pitching his voice low and honeyed with promise as he sidles up to Norrington at his desk. "In the long hours of the night
When hope has abandoned me,
I will see the stars and know
Your Light remains."
Well, Norrington is glad to be uncompllicated for someone. Especially since he has been catching up on missives sent out from other templars in the field all afternoon, so as the sun stretched across his desk in the courtyard, Zevran's voice was a welcome one.
He looked up from his reports, green eyes brightening in appreciation, before he responded in kind. "And His Word became all that might be:
Dream and idea, hope and fear,
Endless possibilities."
He looked up from his reports, green eyes brightening in appreciation, before he responded in kind. "And His Word became all that might be:
Dream and idea, hope and fear,
Endless possibilities."
Zevran leaned a hip against Norrington's desk, eyes warm, body loose and languid. "Mmhmm. And we have such before us this day, do we not?"
Letters yet to be written and work left to be done- but he could wait. "Whenever you are free, Bello."
Letters yet to be written and work left to be done- but he could wait. "Whenever you are free, Bello."
"That we do ... once I am finished with my reports." James said, with a faint smile on his lips. He tilts his head down to look down at the letter in his hand, but it is mostly distracted now. Entirely because of the other man leaning on his desk.
"I can wait, no need to rush on my account." Zevran does absolutely nothing to make himself less distracting, peeling an apple from his pocket with finessed little flicks of his blade, slicing wedges to eat with soft little sighs of pleasure.
"Your patience is extraordinary, I must say." Was James's wry response, even though his smile lingered on his lips as the other man finished his apple. His writing, however, kept his words neat and not rushed, because after all, they did have all evening.
They are in no hurry- in truth Zevran was not entirely certain exactly how it was they'd be spending the evening. They'd teased one another plenty but James struck Zevran as a terribly impulsive or indulgent man. Going with whatever seemed most fitting could be quite enjoyable. "I have been praised for it, this is true."
"Well, I find it an admirable trait. Where did you learn such self control, I wonder?" He dipped his quill into the ink, almost thoughtfully. "Does it take a great deal to break it?"
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