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@nobarrier
tfw your muse’s new mission in life is to befriend a turtle
{--shedancess;;}
nobarrier.
❝You’re a curiosity even among your own people. More-so than any average surface Dwarf. And yet that doesn’t bother you, does it?❞
“Oh, not at all!! It’s kind of fun being the odd one out, actually. The looks I get to see on strangers’ faces when they learn what I do make the effort more than worth it. It’s not bad to be different. I think Dwarves could stand to learn a little bit more about the world -- even if they can’t directly control pieces of it. Not everything is made of stone.”
{--isalarevas;;}
✗ || "What part of ‘please don’t cut open me or my hand’ at all are you not understanding? It will very much hurt– like probably a lot!"
“Oh, but it wouldn’t! I’m not barbaric -- I would give you something to numb it first! Just think of everything I could learn! ... Probably. It must be affecting you somehow. I wonder if it’s done any damage to your hand... Does it ever hurt? Or burn?”
‘ { Ignores Personal Space Barriers more like } ‘
cENAH I JUST WANT TO HUG YOU............r anchor. for science
{--boundstaff;;}
Dagna was a very chipper girl. Many often described her as being excitable, giddy, and–odd. Those reasons were why Clancy, as often as possible, avoided the dwarven woman like the plague. He’d even stopped going to the armoury once she showed up. So to suddenly have her in front of him, just as giddy as described, the mage quickly stepped back, tensing. “What gave it away, the robes, the staff, or the fact that i am literally carrying a bottle of lyrium?”
“Just so, as a matter of fact! Although it is hard to tell, considering how many different people visit Skyhold. If you took away the staff, you’d look like a noble. Well... not an Orlesian noble. There aren’t enough feathers in all of Thedas -- oh! Sidetracked! I’m sorry.” Dagna bowed her head, her enthusiasm fading away to awkwardness, although not for very long. She was energetic; never one to stay bothered nor, by the looks of it, one to be disheartened by those with more attitude than she. If his sarcasm was meant to be hostile, she either didn’t care and chose not to react or simply didn’t notice at all.
“You and I... we haven’t crossed paths before, right? Were you one of the mages who joined the Inquisition alongside Fiona? Or did you end up here by some other means? I know this is out of the blue, but I want to make an effort to at least know the mages here! Such an admirable bunch!”
{--isalarevas;;}
✗ || "—-We’ve talked about this."
“Okay -- what if I just took a little bit from AROUND the Anchor? I won’t touch it and it wouldn’t even hurt... that badly!”
{--semiaqun;;}
If someone had told him he’d get hit in the head by a glass that morning, he would have laughed. He would have more easily believed someone chucking a tankard at him instead. But for it to happen just as he’s walking through the hall - he was caught between cursing and laughing at how ridiculous it was. His hands rub at the top of his head as his gaze shifts down to the vial on the ground. Cracked but not completely shattered. Tough glass.
A soft groan escapes as he looks up to Dagna, brows furrowing before he nods his head once.
“ Yeah! I’m good… Can’t say the same for your glass, though. ”
He wonders if he should be worried about what was in it.
A hand rose to awkwardly squeeze her ear between her fingers, her lips thinning into a shy, unsure smile as she watched him from above.
“What? Oh, no! Don’t worry about the glass -- that’s...!!” Jolted from her trance, she quickly pushed away from the railing and bounded down the stairs. She was glad, at least, the Blacksmith’s building was usually void of visitors; no one was really around to see the mishap.
She stopped just short of running into him, thankfully, and stayed quiet only long enough to notice the crack in the glass.
“Did any of the liquid inside come out? Did it leak? Not! Not that it would be bad if it did -- there’s nothing poisonous inside or anything: I swear on the Ancestors! It just... might be good to get it off if it got on you...”
isalarevas || { starter call }
“ ... can I poke at it just a little bit?”
{--tethrxs;;}
IT’S A FEEBLE ATTEMPT to leave before his name rings out in the hollows of Skyhold. While he might have termed himself as an adventurer, the possible definition of adventurous did not exactly resound within. The eagerness splayed across her face gives pause to the wince mounting on his lips, cracking instead to a jovial smile, and airy laughter. “ – You know, I was just starting to get this idea for my new book and I just, “ he stops himself, inhaling sharply; ancestors preserve him, he can’t resist a face like that even if it meant bodily harm. “ – What is it? ”
“Hmm, what was that?” Dagna, wrestling to keep her balance without dropping the -- recipes? -- in her possession, wouldn’t have caught his attempt to excuse himself even if he hadn’t cut off. Once she’d composed herself, she squared her shoulders, flashing him a smile far too bright and enthusiastic for anyone else’s own good. Her happiness oft came at the price of others’ comfort. “Oh! Yes, well! You see, I’ve been poking around at the red lyrium samples brought back in order to find weaknesses in Samson’s armor, but there are a few quick tests I want to run that would be so much easier with a helping hand. I’d normally ask Harritt, but he refuses to go near the stuff.” She spoke as if she couldn’t understand why. “I know you aren’t very fond of it either -- but these tests will be quick and harmless, I promise! And you don’t even have to do anything complicated. Pretty please?”
While I blog hop working on drafts here & elsewhere, here’s another starter call for something smol probably!!
THERE’S NO BARRIERS TO WHAT MAGIC CAN DO. ↪ no matter WHAT they say.
ofunlikeliness -> nobarrier.
URL change bc I’m trash. :^)
wiftyboy || { starter call }
“ -- so you’re the potion maker, I take it? Ooh, you must be! How fantastic! I’ve been dying to meet you, since I’m sure you and Harritt will be the two faces I see most often around here. I’m so excited to be working with you -- not that I’ll touch any of your potions or anything, of course, but we are sharing a work space and... Ah! Forgive me. Introductions! Pull yourself together, Dagna. I’m the new Arcanist. Starting today, I’ll be spending practically all my time here in the Undercroft.”
❝You will die. It will be awful.❞ {-- SHUT THE FUCK UP MYRTLE I H8 U}
BRAVEHEART.
“Well, maybe -- but don’t you think death would be kind of exciting, too? I mean, it’s sort of an adventure, right? To finally see what’s beyond all of this... Ancestors, I can only imagine! So many stories with so many guesses. I wonder which one of them is right? If any at all! Who knows, maybe none of us have it correct! It’s kind of fascinating to think on, right? Oh, not to say I’m in any hurry to die or anything. I’d prefer the Inquisitor succeed to getting swallowed by a demon -- that would be awful, but... Well. It is fascinating!”
centrifold:
heres a joke: my father
{--spiritxfanguish;;}
“You met the Hero of Ferelden a very long time ago…”
“Oh, yes...!! Meeting the ‘Hero of Ferelden’ -- wow, such a well deserved title! -- is the most important thing that ever happened to me. Such a wonderful person. All those stories of how great they are happen to be true, you kno -- ... Have we met before?”