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#mun's thoughts

John stood outside the Chantry, looking down at Haven with a frown on his face. He was lost in his own thoughts, when he heard his name. The former templar turned around, seeing the Commander approaching him. He considered Cullen a friend, at least off duty. But now, he was on duty, so he saluted.

"I don’t even know, who this girl is, Commander. Varric didn’t tell me, either. So I’m stuck in the dark." Anyway, he grabbed the forearm of the other man and nodded. "Always happy to help, though. But maybe you could bring light into the darkness of my mind, yes?" Something was not right with this girl. He didn’t know what, but it was just.. something.

"You are a good man, John, and a good soldier to boot," remarked Cullen, growing a little quiet to him asking about the young woman and leaned against the wall of the surrounding wall of Haven, looking out to the battlements with the soldiers training and sparring among themselves. "The young woman is named Dinyla Roque," started Cullen after a long moment of silence. "I first met her when I was with the Circle of Magi, a templar of the Order. She was with the Hero of Ferelden…and I bumped into her again when I was stationed in Kirkwall, helping the Champion himself."

"Dinyla’s father was a Dalish elf and her mother from Val Royleux. Her parents were both…blood mages and she was born after they had turned," he said a little cautiously. "Dinyla does not possess any magic but she is a little more resistant to it and…more prone to being possessed by demons, especially when she sleeps. She is…unique to say the least."

#closed rp #john stop being sassy to cullen...#v: Dragon Age #timeline: Inquisition

"She was at the Circle Tower? When everything went to hell?" He frowned deeply, crossing his arms over his chestplate. The long Silence he kept, before telling him about Dinyla was odd. "If she was in the Circle Tower, I didn't noticed her among the demons. You know, I was there, too. Down in the Mainhall, fighting with some insane mages.."

John pushed the memories aside. He was always friendly to the mages, they were people, too, but the day everything went to doom..

The mention of blood mages, let him feel absolutley uncomfortable. "You of all people, I know, Cullen. You let the daughter of two blood mages near you? I'm impressed. So you want to tell me, that inside there, next to Varric and Mother Giselle, is a girl, who can easly be possesed by demons, when she sleeps, what she is doing now? Awesome.." The sarcasm in his voice was unable to overhear.

Double Trouble - closed rp for Normandyscourage

The curious crowd dispersed, and Katya put her head in her hands. “Oh god…I’m sorry John. I just…I’ve been very stressed lately, and I let it get to me, and I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

She sighed, then made a face at the hannar comment. “God, never again. It always sounds like a good idea at the time, but they’re all hands, in all the wrong ways.”

Trying to brush off her embarrassment, Katya cleared her throat. “Um…sorry, what was it you were saying?”

He laughed, simply laughed. “Don’t be. I understand. Was just teasing you. But no..I don’t want to know about Hannar. Noo.. Big stupid jellyfish..”

He leaned against the wall and looked down the corridor. “I asked you, if you want still go to the Citadel, or if you and your men want to stay? We got enough space for all of you.”

He felt kind of stupid to ask something like that, but he had to..

"And I said, that madness comes with the surname."

Katya coughed, smiling. “Well, they do have their moments…”

She blinked. “What, have my people come here? Live here? With you? Won’t that be….confusing?”

"When we are on a mission, we can continue to use your old ships name if you wish."

Katya considered it. “You don’t think it would be…disrespectful?”

She knew just having this conversation meant she was weakening. Who didn’t want to be a part of the Normandy after all? For Gods sake, they had real water showers. And thalanx cannons! Wait until Steve heard about it….

"If you do not wish you use the name of a ship that no longer exists, no-one would think poorly of you, but, neither would they mind if you did."

Katya gave John a small smile. “I guess, we’re in.”

#gotmyshareofscars #v: brother and sister #*laughs*

John smiled at her. "I agree with EDI. We can give each other codename's our such, if you don't want to use ship names." Then he looked down at the floor. "And we found each other just, I don't want to lose you to alliance-bureaucracy."

And then, she accepted. "Great! I will make sure everything goes it's way. Please send the data's of every crewmember to EDI. She will sign them onto the Normandy. You should tell them."

He titled his head and grinned, pulling her into his arms for a quick hug. "Glad you're all staying."

theoutcastedsoldier

Still scrapping her nails ever so lightly on John’s scalp to help him relax, Sage blushed to his large hands resting on the small of her back. “I should say the same about you…” she cooed gently. “You have not slept well for several months. You don’t eat enough and the others worry about you…I worry about you,” she said gently, resting her hands on his cheeks to make him look up into her sapphire eyes. “Won’t you just rest…just once?” she begged.

#theoutcastedsoldier #closed rp

John chuckled against the skin of her shoulder, but it died down fast, as she mentioned his sleeping habits, which were.. not existend. He sighed and looked at Sage, leaning into her touch. "Sage.. I'm a big boy. I can handle myself. I know you're all worried, you the most, but honestly. I'm fine. I feel better. And you have to say, that I'm not only having coffee for breakfast anymore." He smiled slightly at her.

He looked around. A tavern, that was good. On his right he saw soldier’s practice their acting with a sword. Most of them had to learn a lot before they were ready for a real battle.

A female voice, that sounded more sure, than he expected as he saw…

A hard snort and she shook her head “They have ta be. Someone has ta take care of da stuff I dont know how ta do, balencing coin and counting stock and all that. So tha higher ups do that stuff. And sure. I’m a door keeper and I spend my days just lolligagging around waiting fur sumone ta show up. That’s my job, lazing about.” She narrowed her eyes a little when he mentioned the Templar order, only just recognizing him for what he was and let out a sigh. No he wasn’t some ninny like she had hoped he was,

"It’s a little similar. I mean. You do what yur good at and someone else does what they’re good at and maybe they stop that evil thing from killing everyone." A soft shrug, "ya get what ya need, and even what ya want some of tha time, and if ya cause problems then ya get a week of construction work, hard labor, moving stuff around fur those who know how ta fix da walls, and the second time ya get ta do cleaning and tha like for a month, and tha third time they generally kick you out." She tapped her chin and shrugged a little "There’s a list of rules, but I can’t right read. I just figured it says something along the lines of be a good person, help others when ya can, don’t cause problems, or steal, or hurt people on purpose. "

John looked slightly amused. “You welcome the people here, guide them and don’t know the excact rules of these organization? How odd.” He looked at a building, which was hidden behind the tavern. This girl seemed not really believe into the cause of this Inquistion. As he had heard, things were different with the other members.

The quatermaster was really strange. Orlesian type of guy, with this stupid accent. The former templar had to force himself not to laugh.

"And you are?" The man looked at him with a skeptical look on his face.

"John Shepard. I’m here to join the Inquisition’s Forces."

"References?"

John frowned. “Serving in the Templarorder since I was a kid, stationed at Ferelden Circle Tower before the blight, 2 handed sword.”

"Need Lyrium?"

He nodded.

"Good, you, girl. Take him to the barracks and then get him to Knight-Captain Rylen."

She practically sputtered for a moment once he said that and she huffed and crossed her arms. Did this person not hear a joke in her voice? She knew her accent was heavy. She had just been about to slip back outside when he told her to keep playing tour guide. She muffled her groan and sighed. She found herself waiting on him, better to keep this short and sweet. He might start asking questions soon. Bleck.

" Here’s tha barracks. Pretty simple, there isn’t a. Uh. A. Uhh. A like space between boys and girls. Everyone just takes a bunk fur the most part." She gave him a moment to look around, waiting until he seemed ready to continue on.

Within short order she had made her way to where she was pretty the Knight Commander was. Spoting him she made her way over and then gently tapped his shoulder, having to practically tiptoe to do so “Knight Commander Rhys? We got another Templar in. Quarter master told me ta bring him to you.”

Interestingly enough, she was trying really hard to correct her accent.

#v: Dragon Age #timeline: Inquisition

He walked behind her in silence, observing his surroundings. The Barrack here were better, than his home in Redcliffe village. John followed without hesitation. This girl was strange. He wasn't even sure, if she should work. She seemed so young..

Knight-Captain Rylen stood over a desk, ordering his recruits around. He turned around, when the girl tapped on his shoulder. He glared at her. Didn't seem to be on good terms, these two.

"It's Knight-Captain and my name is Rylen.", he corrected her and reached his hand out to John. "And you are?"

"Shepard, John. Senior Templar, stationed in Ferelden Circle Tower, after the Blight guardsman in Redcliffe.", he introduced himself.

"Ferelden, huh? You must know Commander Cullen. I'm from Starkhaven Circle."

"No way? Commander? The stuttering little boy is Commander now?" He bit his tounge after this words. He shouldn't has said that, right? "Starkhaven, right.. All nobles and stuff. So, I'm going to get my things into the barracks. Come on, girl. I may need a hand."

He smiled slightly, saluted to Rylen and walked out.

||: Siblings in Hell :||: Closed RP :||

Of course Joker was flying, what else should he do, then? Dance around in the ship?, he thought bitter and followed his sister. He knew, that some turian sniper was working at Omega, what really sounded like Garrus, but you never could be really sure with those guys.

"Why? Tali used to be on the Normandy.. I guess she couldn’t left her work at the flotilla, then.."

They walked down a corridor, into a room, where the galaxymap used to be. “Yeah, sleep sounds good.. My head is killing me.” He wasn’t sure what to expect from their little trip. He wasn’t even Alliance anymore. Nothing more than a merc, now…

When Jane mentioned Kaidan, he looked down on the floor. “I met him.. Once.. At your funeral.. Yeah, hell a funeral.. Didn’t went out pretty well…” He sighed.

Sʜᴇ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ Kᴀɪᴅᴀɴ. Esᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ sɪɴᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅɪᴅ. Pᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ Jᴀɴᴇ ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Nᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴅʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ sᴜᴄʜ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

Wᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, Jᴀɴᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʟɪᴛ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪɢʜ-ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟs ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏʀᴛ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ɪᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴡ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ɴᴏᴡ, ᴡᴀs Jᴏʜɴ’s. “Yᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ. I’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ CSC ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ.”

#bellusxvotum #oh john *laughs*

He did, as he was told. John got some sleep. Maybe two or three hours. Enough to clear his head anyway.

So he got up to his feet, dressed himself in some sweatpants and his N7-Hoodie. Barefoot, he walked down the corridor, to the elevator. This woman, Miranda was her name, tried to talk to him, getting nothing but a deep growl from him. Hell, that girl was annoying, but, at least, her ass was nice.

He walked out of the elevator, looking for his sister. All this unknown faces were staring at him. John was well aware off, that he still looked sick and exhuasted. No reason to stare, anyway. So he started searching for Jane.

While Dinyla was reunited with her old friend, still laying sickly on the table, Cullen had made his way past the room to check on his old friend before marching out to check on John himself. John was one of his best soldiers, always loyal to the cause and a great friend. He managed to spot him just outside of the Chantry doors and rushed to his side.

"John!" he called, catching up to him while his armor glistened in the sunlight. "Good work. You saved one of our oldest friends today…I really appreciate it," he thanked, holding his arm out to shake his.

#withoutbloodmagic #whoa i managed a post...#*sighs*

"I don't even know, who this girl is, Commander. Varric didn't tell me, either. So I'm stuck in the dark." Anyway, he grabbed the forearm of the other man and nodded. "Always happy to help, though. But maybe you could bring light into the darkness of my mind, yes?" Something was not right with this girl. He didn't know what, but it was just.. something.

// ugh.. We got a complete new living room stuff.. and I'm tired now.. Posts tomorrow... *yawns*

#from the commander's quarters

Double Trouble - closed rp for Normandyscourage

Katya could feel her internal temperature rising as she fought to hold onto her temper.

She bit her tongue, but when John changed the subject, she lost it.

"You know what? I’ve had a lot of romantic encounters in my day, and I never had to be rescued from any of them! The last thing I need is a brother, who I didn’t even know was my brother until today, presuming to lecture me about who I have relations with! I’ll have you know that before I met you, I slept with a lot of men and women and-“

Katya suddenly realised how quiet it was. Slowly, as if in a dream, she turned her head. Right. They were in the crew quarters. People were looking at the two of them, wide eyed. She could feel a blush creeping up her face as she stared back at the room.

"Awkward." she heard someone mutter.

"She’s a Shepard all right." someone else said.

John stood in front of his sister, armes crossed over his chest, as he looked down at her. How could they possibly be twins, when they were so different? The only thing they shared on the outside was their eyecolour. Maybe on the inside it didn’t looked so different.

When she started to complain and cursed, he simply smiled, well knowing where they were and that they were not alone.

"Indeed, dear sister. It’s interesteing how your sexual life went so, keep talking.." His eyes were full of mischief and he grinned widley. And then she blushed. It was over. John started laughing.

"I’m sorry, Katya, but I don’t care if you’re sleeping with a Elcor or a Hanar or god knows what else, the only thing I asked for was to not distract my second in command for so long." He turned his head a bit, to notice, that the person talking was one of his navigators. "Madness comes with the name, right?"

The others laughed. ”Right, Commander.”

"Back to your duty’s then."

The curious crowd dispersed, and Katya put her head in her hands. “Oh god…I’m sorry John. I just…I’ve been very stressed lately, and I let it get to me, and I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

She sighed, then made a face at the hannar comment. “God, never again. It always sounds like a good idea at the time, but they’re all hands, in all the wrong ways.”

Trying to brush off her embarrassment, Katya cleared her throat. “Um…sorry, what was it you were saying?”

#gotmyshareofscars #v: brother and sister #haha xD poor kay xD

He laughed, simply laughed. "Don't be. I understand. Was just teasing you. But no..I don't want to know about Hannar. Noo.. Big stupid jellyfish.."

He leaned against the wall and looked down the corridor. "I asked you, if you want still go to the Citadel, or if you and your men want to stay? We got enough space for all of you."

He felt kind of stupid to ask something like that, but he had to..

"And I said, that madness comes with the surname."

||: Siblings in Hell :||: Closed RP :||

He looked at his sister, a slight smile on his face. In this light, he could actually identify her. It was Jane, without a doubt. “It doesn’t matter if it’s Cerberus. More important are the people, who are on board. Anyone of our old crew?”

He followed her without hesitation. “So, what is our biggest problem at times? Anyone, who wants to destroy the galaxy?” If there was someone, he felt sorry for them. Both Shepard’s were on the road again. Together. John locked the pain away, which still burned in his chest and decided to move forward, for the moment.

The filtered air of the Normandy flooded his lungs. Since the destruction of the first Normandy, he hadn’t set foot on a ship. It felt familar. Like home. Like some place he belonged, but this could be a trick of his mind.

“Jᴏᴋᴇʀ’s ғʟʏɪɴɢ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ Cʜᴀᴋᴡᴀs ɪs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ. As ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, I ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ I’ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴʏ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪɴ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. I ᴡᴀs ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴʏ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ Tᴀʟɪ ʙᴜᴛ…ᴡᴇʟʟ, sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ. Exᴄᴇᴘᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ.”

Gᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴘ, sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs. Sᴜʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴀsᴇs. Nᴏɴᴇᴛʜᴇʟᴇss, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ Nᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. “Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ. I’ʟʟ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ sʟᴇᴇᴘ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ.”

Jᴏʜɴ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ…sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ. Nᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴅʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ…sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. Rɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, sʜᴇ’ᴅ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ.

“I’ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ…ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ Kᴀɪᴅᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?”

#bellusxvotum #v: brother and sister #timeline: me2

"Why? Tali used to be on the Normandy.. I guess she couldn't left her work at the flotilla, then.."

They walked down a corridor, into a room, where the galaxymap used to be. "Yeah, sleep sounds good.. My head is killing me." He wasn't sure what to expect from their little trip. He wasn't even Alliance anymore. Nothing more than a merc, now...

When Jane mentioned Kaidan, he looked down on the floor. "I met him.. Once.. At your funeral.. Yeah, hell a funeral.. Didn't went out pretty well..." He sighed.

"So, where did you found her?", Varric asked on their way up to the chantry. It was pretty cold. John was happy to wear his armour, it kept him warm. The dwarf beside him seemed to never freeze. May comes with the species.

"Outside of Haven. Cullen put me on patrol on the outer borders. I was walking down to the sea and there she was. Covered in Blood, barely alive. Poor girl.", he told him, when he pushed the door open. The warmth of the inside hitting his face. They walked through the main hall and then went to the left.

"So, here he is." John stepped aside and leaned against the nearest wall. He wasn’t really interested in the relationship between these two. Slightly his sight went dizzy and then it was clear again. He needed his Lyrium and that soon. Instead of leaving he stayed for a moment longer, to see what’s happening. Well, if he told the truth, he was afraid, that he couldn’t walk straight. Damn the addiction..

Dinyla remained on the bed motionless, whimpering to Mother Giselle still working on her wounds as her sun-kissed skin remained pale, some of her raven hair matting to her forehead from the sweat beading across her brow. Sleeping sounded so promising…that alluring feeling of safety and security to simply close your eyes and let your body rest for all of eternity. The thought quickly disappeared when she heard what sounded like a door opening, her sapphire eyes slowly opening to look towards the door entering the room.

Through the cloudiness of her blurred gaze, Dinyla found herself tearing up with joy to see a familiar, short blonde haired man approaching the group, her hand slipping between the sisters, fingers shaking to reach for Varric’s hand. “Varric…” she breathed weakly, praying to the Maker that this wasn’t a dream. That one of her dearest and oldest friends was actually there…he had to be real…he had to.

#withoutbloodmagic #up to you where you want to take point then ^^#v: Dragon Age #timeline: Inquisition

He looked at Varric for a moment. The dawrf seemed upset. A emotion, that he never saw on him in the last weeks, after he joined the Inquistion.

"Ah, shit..", he heard him mutter.

John felt displaced, so he pushed himself from the wall to get to the barracks and get his Lyriumdose. "I'll be back to duty then. If you need anything, Mother Giselle." The older woman nodded at him and he left.

He took the knife to cut the old wound, on his arm, open, carefully injecting the light-blue fluid. John felt his senses come back to life. The dizzy sight was gone and far more clearer than before. He covered the open skin with a small piece of cloth and pulled back on his chain gloves.

"Guide me through the blackest nights. Steel my heart against the temptation of the wicked." He murmured and got on his way, back to his duty then.

He looked around. A tavern, that was good. On his right he saw soldier’s practice their acting with a sword. Most of them had to learn a lot before they were ready for a real battle.

A female voice, that sounded more sure, than he expected as he saw…

#v: Dragon Age #timeline: Inquisition

John looked slightly amused. "You welcome the people here, guide them and don't know the excact rules of these organization? How odd." He looked at a building, which was hidden behind the tavern. This girl seemed not really believe into the cause of this Inquistion. As he had heard, things were different with the other members.

The quatermaster was really strange. Orlesian type of guy, with this stupid accent. The former templar had to force himself not to laugh.

"And you are?" The man looked at him with a skeptical look on his face.

"John Shepard. I'm here to join the Inquisition's Forces."

"References?"

John frowned. "Serving in the Templarorder since I was a kid, stationed at Ferelden Circle Tower before the blight, 2 handed sword."

"Need Lyrium?"

He nodded.

"Good, you, girl. Take him to the barracks and then get him to Knight-Captain Rylen."

theoutcastedsoldier

Sage kept glancing over the datapad in her hand, fingers gliding through the information seamlessly. She gasped softly to the kiss on her shoulder, lowering the datapad onto the table in soft surprise as she cradled John’s head to her shoulder, scarred fingers running along his scalp gingerly to let him relax. Shifting in his lap, Sage’s hips pressed down more into his, the other sleeve slipping to show off her other untouched shoulder while her thighs squeezed his waist gingerly. Hints of her bandages and scarred body peeked under the loose clothing as she kissed his forehead.

#theoutcastedsoldier #closed rp

John closed his eyes and felt the tension in his body fade. How long was it since he really had relaxed into another human's touch? Far too long. His hands resting on the small of her back. Shepard took a deep breath, when Sage pressed herself closer to him. "Sage.." He muttered. "Stop the teasing. You're still hurt and you should be sleeping.." As much as he enjoyed this, her health was far more important, than himself.

||: Siblings in Hell :||: Closed RP :||

John stood in the small room, he called his own since the destruction of the Normandy. He looked into the mirror and had to admint, that he didn’t know the person, who was looking back at him. So he took the razor-maschine out of the locker and started to cut his beard, until their were only some stubble left. After that, his long grown hair said goodbye to his head. It took him some time, but he nearly looked as he did two years ago. He couldn’t hide the broken look in his eyes and the tired face, but that would go away itself.

After two hours, he stood in front of the ‘new’ Normandy. She looked nothing like their old ship and the Cerberus.symbol at her sides was annoying him. The big backpack over his left shoulder, with his armour and clothings, and his shotgun in the right hand, he walked upon the dock.

In front of the airlock, he stopped and simply looked up at the ship.

Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴsᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴜʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴜᴘ, Jᴀɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴋs, sᴇᴇɪɴɢ Jᴏʜɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. Sʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ, ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ. Sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀs ɪғ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ.

"Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɴɪᴄᴇ," sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ. Jᴀɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ. "I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’s Cᴇʀʙᴇʀᴜs…ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ." Sʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʜɪs sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ. "Bᴜᴛ, Cᴇʀʙᴇʀᴜs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs. Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴛ’s ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ."

#bellusxvotum #v: brother and sister #timeline: me2

He looked at his sister, a slight smile on his face. In this light, he could actually identify her. It was Jane, without a doubt. "It doesn't matter if it's Cerberus. More important are the people, who are on board. Anyone of our old crew?"

He followed her without hesitation. "So, what is our biggest problem at times? Anyone, who wants to destroy the galaxy?" If there was someone, he felt sorry for them. Both Shepard's were on the road again. Together. John locked the pain away, which still burned in his chest and decided to move forward, for the moment.

The filtered air of the Normandy flooded his lungs. Since the destruction of the first Normandy, he hadn't set foot on a ship. It felt familar. Like home. Like some place he belonged, but this could be a trick of his mind.

Da-Verse: Open

He looked around. A tavern, that was good. On his right he saw soldier’s practice their acting with a sword. Most of them had to learn a lot before they were ready for a real battle.

A female voice, that sounded more sure, than he expected as he saw the person, who belonged to it, ripped him out of his thoughts. John jumped a step backwards.

"Sweet Andraste’s Ass! Don’t scare a man like that, girl." He took a deep breath. She was a young woman, very young. A look on her hands told him, that she was training with the sword as well. She could lift a sword? With these small hands? Suprising. "Yes, I’m here to help. Who’s in charge here? I want to speak to him, or her."

A hiss and a shake of her head, she muttered something under her breath about loons before she exhaled “I’ll take ya to the quarter master, He’ll get ya settled inta a room and introduce ya ta who ya need ta know, then he’ll sort out wut would be tha best job fur ya. Those who’re in charge’re busy. ya can only really meet them wen y’re a fancy person.” a soft snort “Seem ta me like yu’re closer to us than them. Fur now at the least.”

She shrugged her shoulders a little and began to turn, waiting on him to follow her. He’d have to learn that everyone was treated equal. She had to wonder if she could best him in fighting, and what his face would look like if she did. She was small and fast and had been taught to fight mean. A little grin played across her lips “Ya comin or wut?’

#v: Dragon Age #timeline: Inquisition

He followed the girl with a deep frown on his face. Of course, he was no noble and for serving years at Ferelden's Circle Tower there was no reward.

"Those, who're in charge are always busy. Never was different, right? So, who are you? The doorkeeper?" He smiled half-heartly, still looking around with distrust in his eyes.

"So how does your Inquisition work? I'm only familar with the rules in the Templarorder."

Dinyla’s fingers remained weakly on the man’s hand, feeling it free itself from her weakened grasp as he turned to walk out. Everything sounded so muffled…faint…distant and as much as she tried to get herself to come to and wake up from her haze, they kept moving farther and farther away. In the midst of the sisters trying to put her back together, Dinyla felt her mind slip back into her fond memories with her old friends…

Varric…one of her dearest friends of all. He had always been the charmer and joker but he was always a little softer to her. She could remember the endless nights of him staying up with her to ensure she wouldn’t have another nightmare, holding her hand to give her a physical connection to make sure her mind didn’t wander too far in her sleep for the demons to torture her with nightmares. He would help her with her burning tattoo of Andraste, covered in blood while the sisters and Mother Giselle worked on her in real time, that stretched across her entire back. How she would be so happy to see him again…if he was there…he had to be…

Laying on the table, Dinyla’s sun-kissed skin looked pale, her eyes closed as her raven hair, caked a little in blood and dampened from the snow, fell over the side of the table. Her breathing was a little labored as whimpers escaped her velvety lips, her faintly pointed ears peaking from her raven hair.