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Inspiro - Fake Dating meme
Date: 2025-03-22 09:24 pm (UTC)Taking Jim with her, they will get the lead on and then go and rescue the Demon of Vyrantium to join their cause....]
shut up and dance with me - fake dating, dancing
Date: 2025-04-06 04:39 am (UTC)well, likely also the good kind, since she's invited jim to go with her. better to have back-up she can trust with this.
so, after gifting him an outfit that will work for this soiree, and teaching him as much about how to pass for tevinter as possible, she takes him up to the soiree in question. dressed in her own tevinter finery, she arrives on jim's arm, ready to look the part of an altus with her companion. her nerves are on high alert as they descend into the crowd. time to see if they can find this clue.
having given jim a briefing on what they're looking for — a relic that seems to have changed hands multiple times and might be related to a recent murder — she knows they are as prepared as they can be. ]
We're looking for anything that could possibly lead us to our relic. Time to mingle and listen. Ready for it? Just remember what I taught you.
God that dress is fire.
Date: 2025-04-11 12:49 am (UTC)The end result has made him a perfectly presentable trophy partner. All looks and charm with little else. He won't ever be fit to be the altus' husband of course, but plaything? Of course. Why not? He's handsome and fills out the attire he's been spoiled with quite nicely.
A lovely pet anyone could be jealous of.]
Of course, Amatus. [Teasing. But Jim's pronunciation is MUCH better than it had been. He's been practicing.] Smile on, ears open, teeth clenched so I don't give away my expression when the hate crimes start.
right??? it's really good for tevinter formal
Date: 2025-04-13 08:36 am (UTC)[ a return tease, as her fingers wrap a little tighter around his arm to show that she appreciates his presence. she's not much happier that they have to be here, among all these venatori and altus supremacists, the slavers and classists and all manner of others just as awful. but at least they aren't alone in this. they have each other, to talk to and get through this with. two heads, two minds of sanity amidst the horror. ]
All right. There should be a dance number soon, if the soirees I've been invited to in the past are anything to go by. We can use that to scout the other attendees, see who might be interesting, skirt by anyone speaking. For now... we mingle. Might be someone who catches our attention or whose attention we catch.
[ neve wasn't born into nobility the way jim was, but she'd had a decent enough education simply because she was a mage. the rest she'd learned by watching.
she turns slightly, guiding him around the edge of the ballroom as she casts her gaze around to find someone who looks interesting enough to intercept. ]
There's a pair in red and white robes off to the side. They've been watching us for a full minute. We can slowly drift over and make it look coincidental, but they'll know it isn't. They want to talk and I'd like to know why.
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Date: 2025-04-16 02:20 pm (UTC)It's a good thing we've been practicing. Shockingly, my upbringing did not include Tevene formal dancing, but it was easy to learn.
[Stiff he means, compared to what he's already been taught. Though it did make the going easier. Jim has still ensured he took the time to practice in the time he had to prepare for this event.]
Do we need to worry about poison in the wine? I'm resistant to such things but I wouldn't wanna spoil Your evening.
[A quiet murmur that's not even Half tease. It is a little, but only a little. Jim doesn't look at the couple Neve's describing right away. Better not to be obvious. Rather, he makes a show of reaching up to pat the back of her hand where it grips his other arm and gestures for her to lead them on.]
On it. Spotted a couple individuals doubletaking at us so far, but it looks just to be envy for the moment. None of the Help have so much as lifted their gazes to us, so no one's ordered anything rash that I can tell.
[His murmur is just as quiet as her own is, covered by the placid, handsome smile he keeps on his face to bely nothing of what they speak of.]
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Date: 2025-04-25 04:14 pm (UTC)his practice of customs and dances means that their chances of passing through unnoticed are even higher. ]
Always, [ she says, in response to the question about poison. they'd be fools to discount that. ] It won't be enough to kill, but certainly enough to make things interesting. I wasn't planning on drinking anything unless I need to. We can play it as true snobbery if asked.
[ only the best for this tevinter mage and her pet. whatever's offered here just isn't up to her standards. ]
Let them be envious. One of them might approach later to talk to you and we can twist information out of them then.
[ she guides him around the edge of the room, taking in the dance floor with the proper aloof interest. the two who caught her eye initially lazily meet them halfway. ]
Drink? [ one of them asks her, holding out a glass of what can only be wine.
neve sniffs with distaste, nose slightly wrinkled, but doesn't bother to even lift a hand in dismissal. ]
What they serve in these "parties" can only be described as mud. Our interest stems from a curious rumor. Haven't heard anything, have you?
I hear the host plans on presenting something to his esteemed backer tonight.
Hmm. Well, they're certainly doing a good job of making us wait.
[ she huffs slightly. the conversation soon turns to her companion and neve switches on the jealousy and protectiveness before extracting herself and jim to continue on their walk around. ]
That tells us something but not enough. Could be our relic, could be another.
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Date: 2025-05-01 11:06 pm (UTC)Jim spies one of the other Venatori moving to try and bump into Neve 'on accident', no doubt to start a fuss. Jim pulls her out of the way at the perfect moment, his eyes sparkling with interest for a particular opulent sculpture on display.]
Look, Amatus, I've been thinking of something that would go well by the side courtyard. What do you think of this Style? We'd need something that would match of course...
[He doesn't have to look. The 'tch' behind him tells him the man would have been trouble. He defaults back to Neve leading. All charming smiles when he's introduced icily. Perhaps too charming since the jealousy in Neve's voice is palpable. Her touch though, that's telling him he's doing just what they practiced.
'Tiberius' is charming, but not seemingly bright. To be expected of a mere pet soporati but my he must be quite enjoyable entertainment to be showcased on her arm out here. If nothing else he does clean up remarkably well, doesn't he?]
I dont know...when they say esteemed backer Here I've no idea if they're talking about the gods or just some other more powerful magister.
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Date: 2025-05-06 07:59 pm (UTC)something else buried in the depths shifts like something shuddering under desert sand, but she kicks it back down.
trusting him fully, she swerves as he directs, grateful that he saw the incident before it even happened. it allows her to avoid even glancing at the potential offender and her lips curl upwards with amused disdain at the annoyed sound he makes behind her. she gladly continues parading him about, letting her pet be the lower star to her constellation, the fascinating distraction to her main attraction. ]
Could work. Wouldn't be too hard to find a match in the right spaces.
[ her voice remains mildly disdainful, slightly interested in the conversation or something attached to the conversation. they move a little farther away from the crowd and she dips back into the deeper conversation. ]
Likely both. A magister backed by the gods. You know how it is. [ her smirk turns a little annoyed, like a proper magister who's feeling ignored and dislikes it. ] Couldn't be easy. If this is our relic, we'll want to grab it before the hand off. If it's not...
[ her head tips slightly. theoretically, they could take the relic after the pass, but that would be harder to pull off. worst comes to worst... they make a scene. as a couple. ]
Either way, they'll have it under guard. Likely by a nasty spell in a safe room or on the host's person. Let's see if we can stir up some more rumors. There's a couple in the corner looking surly. Want to try our luck there?
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Date: 2025-05-08 06:27 pm (UTC)[Jim doesn't dare drop his wide eyed and handsome smile even when his voice drops to more normal tones. Alert. On guard. Paying attention to Everything around them. He's out of practice in watching People quite the way Neve does, but once upon a time Jim knew this dance. He's only been on guard for Darkspawn for so long lately, is all.]
I'm not....sensing any Taint nearby, at least. If our relic is going to turn up tonight, it's not been brought topside Yet.
[Could be good news for them. Could be very bad. With Neve's jobs, it's never obvious how sideways things will go before the night's over.]
Which one looks more amenable to flattery? I don't mind playing the flirt if it'll help.
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Date: 2025-05-11 08:43 pm (UTC)[ if either of them drop their guard or their acts, that may well be the last thing they do. they can't take that chance, not here, not with venatori practically breathing down their necks. so he keeps his smile plastered on and she keeps her chin lifted and her smirk in place. ]
Hmm. Might be hiding it for an opportune moment, but at least that means there's no darkspawn.
[ because at this point, she wouldn't be surprised to have those crash the party. but he's right to expect things to go sideways. they always do for her. ]
Not sure. I'd say the woman, but you might make her partner jealous. Worth a shot. Maybe they can both be flattered into giving up secrets. Let's swing a little wide, see if we can't make it look like an offhand comment as we walk by.
[ she turns them a little, setting them up to walk by in half a minute so their path gives jim a direct line to the pair and whichever one he thinks might be more responsive to a little more-than-harmless flirting. ]
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Date: 2025-05-19 04:05 pm (UTC)[Which makes the woman the safer bet. Though Jim's not above giving the man an obvious up and down sweep with his eyes as though he's very pleased by what he sees before shifting to his date and pulling up a charming smile that's a little more full of intent than the wide eyed demure date he's been plaything all evening.]
Now, I'm not sure this has been a waste, dearest. There's so much.... [Another not-so-sneaky glance at the pair.] ...to admire about the evening. Ah, the Venue, I mean. You never take me out to socialize anymore.
[The barest of put upon pouts in his tone. Not that he would Dare complain to his patron, of course.]
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Date: 2025-05-22 07:08 pm (UTC)[ so jim's likely right on the money there. better not to risk causing too much fuss too early. as he slips more into the act they've both been playing, she steps into the other side, giving the couple a disdainfully appraising look, like she can't agree with her companion's assertion. ]
Which is why I brought you out tonight, [ she points out with the air of someone who is annoyed at having to share a prize. ] Thought you could use the enrichment.
[ her eyes follow his to the pair he has "chosen" and her chin rises slightly. the woman's head tilts almost imperceptibly, as she looks them over. curiosity perhaps. the man's eyes narrow. jealousy? hmmm... ]
Come now. Don't give me that look. Let's make a game of it. You find me someone worth your time and I'll bring you out more often.
Handsome companion you have there, [ the woman's voice rings out. not loudly, but pointedly, enough for jim and neve to hear over the crowd but not enough to draw extra attention. ]
Isn't he just? [ neve's possessive smile flicks to their two targets as the pair rise and meander over. ]
Pity, really. If he were altus... [ the woman gives jim another appraising look. neve, still playing the part despite the way her hair stands on end, shifts to hold jim's arm a little tighter. possessive but also comforting for them both. ]
If any of us were altus enough, would we be at this soiree? [ neve gestures around at the gathering. it certainly has the look of high society, but given the relic she and jim are here to find, and what she suspects it's here for, well... ]
Oh, we're all here for the same thing, [ the woman purrs, her eyes back on jim. ] Connections. So, tell me. How can I help your socializing today?
for @the_other_dellamorte
Date: 2025-05-12 12:09 am (UTC)[Placeholder - i'm gonna tag this i just wanted to get a captcha escape up first]
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Date: 2025-05-12 08:57 am (UTC)The true strength of the Wardens
Date: 2025-05-12 07:36 pm (UTC)It starts with a set of explosions loud enough to shake the trees. Draws out the darkspawn down the hill from the camp and toward the commotion. It's been slushy and muddy in Ferelden for weeks as the winter months loom ever closer. Prime targets for a supremely pissed off Warden with a penchant for dropping things on Darkspawn to trigger a slide in the cliff face. Bringing rock and mud and soil alike down like an angry river to clear out the masses while the Warden stays perched in his lookout firing arrow after arrow until his fingers are bloody from the drawstring picking off the stragglers.
The wet wood resists alighting when they fire back at him.
One of the arrows sizzles where its pierced through the toughened leather of his armor but missed the skin and bone beneath leaving Jim with only a graze. Harding's bow soon joins his from another vantage point. Neve's ice magic helps keep the ground unwieldy. The targets ripe for acquisition.
And when an ogre gets too close, roaring bile and blood up at them, Jim stows his bow, draws his blades, and leaps down to plunge one directly into the monster's eye socket without a shred of fear. He bounces when he's thrown but manages to turn himself over to skid to a halt. Rob's bruised. Maybe broken. Problem for later.
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Date: 2025-05-12 08:38 pm (UTC)The little one is screaming and crying as he grabs her up, shields her as best he can with his larger frame, and frantically looks about the ruins of Calenhad's Foothold—but it's free from Blight, and the majority of the Darkspawn are rushing down the hill, which gives him precious seconds.
"You'll be just fine, bambina." He says as he tucks her closer into his chest before he makes the desperate charge across the open space towards the only structurally sound tower. Darkspawn grab for them, but force of will keeps him going- before he launches himself up onto a ledge and catches it with his fingers. He's hauled himself up walls one-handed before, but not with the added weight of the child and for a moment he isn't sure his grip will hold- but then with a scrabble of feet finding holds in the ancient stones, they're up. Feet move fast across the narrow ledge, until he can clamber up onto another tier of stonework, up to the very top of the tower. Both he and the girl toss themselves behind the ruined battlements just as a projectile catches him in the thigh. Not an arrow, just a piece of the tower one of the big ogres has slung in their direction.
It takes him a moment to breathe around the pain of it, drawing the girl up to him again and murmuring some reassurance, before he sits up and looks towards the source of the explosion, expecting to see a horde of undead and darkspawn spilling out of the mountainside. But that isn't what he sees at all.
Jim. His Jim. Here. Even though Illario told him to stay away. He could curse him, watching and unable to do anything as Jim launches himself from his perch, crashing into one of the biggest darkspawn and stabbing that ogre in the face.
Illario almost feels the impact as the howling monster throws Jim to the ground. The world seems to stop, not moving for several long minutes, although it's probably less than a second because Jim is moving, getting to his feet.
"Get up, get away amore, come on, come on-" He repeats under his breath, but then there's the child's sharp, terrified cry from behind them, and he wheels around to see a darkspawn appear over the ruined battlements. There's no more time to watch Jim. Illario moves, a long, wicked dagger in hand, as he moves to put himself between his charge and the darkspawn, slicing at limbs and faces, taking a wicked pleasure when they shriek and drop down onto their brethren below.
The first wave, never more than a couple at a time, he can deal with, but it doesn't stay that way. Soon, there are half a dozen, and he feels the exhaustion in his limbs begin to slow him down. He knows he doesn't have many options left. And the Crow emblem remains pinned to his armour, a pretty decoration with a dark purpose.
He doesn't even have to debate the choice. Fingers move across the metal, the wings as sharp as the blade in his hand, scoring through skin and into the pads of his fingers, old magic stirring with the taste of his blood, freely given, and he feels the power in his life-force begin to gather in his hand. Half a heartbeat more, the tiny fog of blood pulses in his hand, full of raw power and like a true mage might throw fire, Illario throws the energy forward, knocking the darkspawn off the tower with a yell.
It won't keep them away, but it gives him half a second more to breathe, look over his shoulder, and find Jim in the chaos.
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Date: 2025-05-19 04:16 pm (UTC)"On it!" The stone beneath Jim's feet juts up so quickly he falls to his knees but manages not to slide off. She has been paramount to their bringing down the cliff face, as much as the blackpowder explosives Jim has used from his own stores to set off the reaction. From his newfound perch Jim draws back out his bow and works with the other two in clearing a path toward the only other tower where the darkspawn seem to be falling.
They're too far apart to lock eyes, but Jim swears they do for a fraction of a second and then the Warden is moving again. He leaps from ruined rooftop to fallen walls, skids under wrecked livestock fencing. Vaults over what's left of a stonework wall. He's closing the distance between the two of them (three of them, Jim doesn't know about the child) like a force of nature. Harding and Neve trail behind to keep the worst of the horde at bay while they move.
It's splitting the attention of the darkspawn trying to ascend the tower, but it isn't fully removing the risk as more reach the ramparts, trying to throw themselves over to get at the humans beyond.
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Date: 2025-05-19 04:45 pm (UTC)A rusted blade slices across his arm, biting into the flesh and scoring deep. Blood rises up, soaking his sleeve and the leather armour above before it too turns into s faint haze around Illario. The darkspawn pulls its mishapen arm back to try to land a killing blow, bht the fog of blood surges forward like a spear, plunges through the creature's chest and sends gore flying.
Illario pants for breath, but he can't stop. Not yet. If Jim can get just a little closer he can habd off the child and then he doesn't matter. So he turns, dealing with the next dark spawn and the next, but the numbers are dwindling. They might make it out of this.
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Date: 2025-05-21 10:36 pm (UTC)When he spies the section that looks best able to support his weight Jim's up like a shot. Utilizing every bit of that famed Warden stamina to climb like he hasn't just sprinted across an open field and fought his way through a deluge of Darkspawn to get to this point. His hand slips from its hold and he nearly tumbles straight down, but his other clings tight to a jutting of stone until he can get a foothold to keep going.
The scent of blood is heavy in the air the higher up he climbs. Maker, please don't let it be too late--
"Illario...!" Jim hauls himself over the far rampart in time to get grabbed by the shoulder and the neck by one of the darkspawn that have only just scrambled over themselves. "Not. You!" Jim growls. One of his blades comes up to plunge into the gap where neck meets shoulder in a gurgle of ichor but he's dropped back down to his feet, breathing heavily.
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Date: 2025-05-22 02:03 am (UTC)"I told you not to come. Thank you for ignoring me." He manages to slip into the narrow space between them and then tips his forehead into Jim's shoulder, just for a brief second, assuring himself that Jim is real.
"We need to get the Bambina out of here," Illario says, scooping up the little girl, trying and failing to ignore the way he wobbles as he picks her up or the wave of nausea that follows. I... you might need to carry her."
He can hear Harding and Neve below making short work of the remaining darkspawn, and he has never ever been so glad for Jim's friends. They're going to survive this.
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Date: 2025-05-23 01:14 pm (UTC)"Rook--!" Harding calls down from below. "You alright up there?"
Jim's gaze flits from Illario (softens immediately into desperate relief) to the little girl looking shaken but safe where Illario had her take shelter.
"There's a kid, Harding!" Jim calls back down. "Check the houses for something clean for her?"
"On it!"
Jim's shoulders slump and he takes a moment to lean down and cup the back of Illario's neck. Glances to the child with a reassuring smile.
"I'm a Grey Warden." He says. "Do you fancy a piggy back ride while I get us down from here?" She clings tighter to Illario at first so Jim glances to his love then. "I feel like I'll be giving Serah Crow a piggy back ride down too. Don't you worry."
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Date: 2025-05-23 01:44 pm (UTC)Illario's well aware of how bloody he is, covered in gore and the moment Jim touches him, he wants to break down. Lean into him and possibly cry a little bit. But he can't. The little one needs to know its okay. And Jim doesn't need to think things are worse than they are.
"I... I'll take her. We'll just go down slow." He says, shifting her in his arms a little and tucking her closer into his chest. "I'm alright, amore. Just tired. We need to get Bambina safe."
He offers Jim a smile to try and back that up, not sure if he pulls it of.
Illario moves towards the edge of the tower, looking for a safe way down when he only has one arm and a limited amount of energy left. But the ruined wall offers a few options now they aren't being pursued by darkspawn.