Cage squinted up from where he had been sitting on the porch, legs sprawled over the stairs. He had considered not entertaining the question with a response, but after a moment’s thought, decided a statement so stupid could not have been left unanswered either.
“Of course literally, how the hell else would I mean that phrase? Have you never seen a dog fight, or something?”
Normally such a chastisement would have left Emelius red in the face from anger not from embarrassment, but whenever he was around Cage, it was like a constant reminder of his own ignorance as a dog. It was impossible not to feel so utterly exposed around the first person in Emelius’ life who wore his emotions on his sleeve and said exactly what he was thinking. It was relieving, just as it was terrifying.
“Not… Not exactly, at least, not the kind you are describing,” Emelius said, clearing his throat as he tried to regain his composure. “Fights in the slums may be a fight to the death, but it is not common practice to kill purebred dogs unless neither master is willing to back down. They’re too–”
“Expensive, valuable, precious?” Cage said finishing Emelius’ sentence before he quickly stood to face the other dog. Even though Cage was more than a head shorter than the butler, the radiating heat of his anger made up for the rest of his missing height. “How else would you like to shit on my existence, huh? Remember, Dmitri asked me to fight for him, not the other way around, alright?”
“I did not mean–”
“I never cared about the opinion of a purebred dog and I’m not about to start now, so you can save your breath, pretty boy.”
Cage did not even bother to give Emelius a second glance as he stormed inside, leaving Emelius unsatisfied with a half finished cigarette in his fingers and an unspoken argument lodged in his throat.
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Hey if you feel so inclined, send me a prompt and I’ll write a little something for it, most likely Until the Last Dog Dies related (maybe some GanLink thrown in as well)!
Kennedy - ▼ - childhood headcanon∇ -. old age/aging headcanon | Eden - ☾ - sleep headcanon
Kennedy (Childhood)
Kennedy used to get teased by boys as a kid for being so meticulous about her hair. Until she had a growth spurt and everyone decided to hush about it.
Kennedy (Old Age/Aging)
Kennedy doesn’t get to grow old. She dies doing her duty.
Eden (Sleep)
Eden likes falling asleep with Al cuddling her, and sometimes she attempts to be the big spoon.
6) What’s their alignment? (chaotic good, neutral evil, etc.)
(Bear with me, I don’t have a very good grasp on the alignment system. Need more D&D)
Before becoming the Inquisitor, she was firmly in Chaotic Neutral territory. She was very self-serving, despised the rules and restrictions placed on her by her noble family, and wanted little more than to run away into the sunset. Even after waking up beneath a big green swirly of Thedas threatening death, she doesn’t really change much. Not until certain events that happen later. And at that point, I would shift her to Chaotic God.
Answered 10!
18) Who will they romance, if anyone?
/AGGRIEVED
Natia has never needed a man in her life, and never really wanted one. She is a one woman team, a perfect solitary unit. She will even butt heads with many of the important men that will be in her life once she becomes an Inquisitor. But that doesn’t stop her from flirting with them, and makes friends with more than a few. In the end, however, and for reasons that start with ‘A’ and end with ‘ddiction’, she will fall for Cullen. It won’t be pretty for a while, but in the end, it will work.
19) Do they have any scars? What are they from?
She has a long scar on the right side of her face—stretching from brow to chin—caused by a rather terrifying fall from a tall dead tree. On the way down, a jagged branch sliced her face open, nearly taking her eye with it. She’s always been a little self-conscious of the scar; she doesn’t like to lie about how she got it, but she’s embarrassed by the memory. To draw attention away from it, she got bright red tattoos around her right eye. Now people simply ask about the tattoos and not the scar. Another lies on her belly, above her left hip, where a different branch rather abruptly stopped her fall. She likes that one better, because she’d be dead otherwise.
He’s fun to wrap my head around. Fourteen-year-old lawful good jedi punk. Is it cheating if his aesthetic is my favorite part? Grungy cities, neon colors, up to no good for the sake of good, fiercely fighting for what’s right even if it’s not popular, the difference between “nice” and “kind”, invoking the name of the law in between mouthfuls of sear words.
What I dislike about them
The fact he might die? Does that count? Is that cheating? Honestly even his bratty-teenage moments are fun to write as is his rather black and white view of things. It helps I can pretend he will grow out of bad habits one day. :P I suppose he is really stubborn in every sort of way and that causes problems, but it is also fun pushing Gavyn as well. Sorry Gavyn.
Favourite moment
I dig when he does awesome force stuff. Like you know, force lifting the entire party and escape pod, literally catching it as it fell from orbit, while driving, and setting it nicely down. Emotionally though, any time he is having fun with Gavyn. Snowball fight is the best thing ever. Followed by other cute stuff like “omg grueling exercise is my favorite with Gavyn”. Apart from how that ended, adorable. Also kind of love his too-cool-for-school-ness on Coruscant/around his friends. Teenagers.
Least favourite moment
When he got all high and mighty and not needing friends nonsense and was a total dick to Tar. Ugh. Also turning Gavyn down when he was omg so excited about new padawan. Broke my heart.
A situation with this character that I want to see explored more
Tyro’s extreme and probably rather black and white opinions on justice. He and Gavyn should catch some more criminals, or at least that is what Tyro probably thinks. In game, adventures with holocrons, and as much as I simultaneously fear it, Tyro’s former Master.
An interesting AU for this character
Always favorite Christmas Tree Farm Indie Movie
A crossover
The Last of Us? Walking Dead?
Or if we want something not close for the crazy fun of it, like…Harry Potter. Haha the idea of some total punk wizard kid. Gryffindor. Looks like a total miscreant/slack-off but is just stupidly amazing at charms. Enjoys combining magic with modern tech.
OTP (or OT3+ etc…. just… favourite ship)
Tyro + The Force :P #good jedi.
Other ships?
Like maybe I’d ship him with Copper one day but right now that would be super weird. Other than that I dunno O.o
BROTP
Ace n’ Tyro. Sitting in speeders, listening to Sublime.
NOTP
Heartless. Stay away. Also Tyro’s former master, that had better not happen ever again.
An assortment of headcanons (these are really hard because I feel like you, Liz, know most by now or I am intentionally keeping others secret, so some of these can be for my organizing because we have never published anything online with them, and I’ll see if I can think of new ones. Here goes)
Favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry. nom. Natural hair color is strawberry blond. Coincidence? Actually, yes.
As much as Ace bothers Tyro for being totally, entirely against all the rules, Tyro is also jealous and does not recognize that. As unhealthy as it was, he was used to being the only thing at all in his former master’s life, and he is still adjusting from that.
Whenever Ace and Tyro do get along I’d like to imagine that Tyro decides he is cool dad and gets really excited that he when he makes up new games or new recipes and stuff. I would also love to imagine him asking Ace for permission to get up to stuff Gavyn would never approve of :P If he has permission, it’s not breaking the rules and disobeying right?
Off that though I like to be clear that Tyro is not someone who bends rules, he thinks rules are there for a reason, regardless of the fine print. People who do that are a huge red flag to him (see: old master, anakin). He does however have his own strict internal justice system and way of seeing things and will not take what someone says are the rules over that.
Since Tyro holds his mohawk up with the force, I always like to imagine it as rather animated. Like Miyazaki movie animated. Gets all slouchy when he is tired or complainnninggggg, stands up all perfect and straight when he is all on the job good jedi, more fluffy when he’s having fun, does cute little shocked stuff when surprised or scared, totally wilts like a sad charmander tail when he’s unconscious or really hurt, or floats all over the place (as does he and his clothes) like anime magical girl hair when he is doing crazy powerful force stuff.
Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. | Any Character
Petrina Devereux walked into the brothel with her hair pulled into a tight bun and her chin tilted upward. There were a number of confused faces looking upon her, and she didn’t much care if they knew who she was or not. Though she did recognize a few of them from the University.
Regardless, Trina had it in her mind to take over the establishment. If the men and women at Espergild thought her a whore, then why not play the part? It didn’t matter what she did now anyway. Her reputation was tarnished and her research no longer had funding. A reliable source of income was needed, and sex was always a profitable source of wealth.
“My name is Petrina Devereux. I have acquired this business as my own. Those who work here, stay. Those who pay for company, I ask you all to leave.” She eyed the men who were ready to protest, and tilted her head. “Sir, if you care to keep your sole reason that you have a need to be here, I suggest you bite your tongue.” She clasped her hands together. “You will be fully refunded, and given extra for the inconvenience, of course.”
Slowly but surely, the men trickled out, and the women gathered to meet their new Madam. “I do not care about your life stories. I do not really care about you at all. What I care about is that you are all in good health and good practice and will make me money. Your past is your past, as mine is mine. Eyes toward the future, ladies, and we should have no troubles.”
Trina smiled, and all the women could tell they needed to keep their mouths shut. “Now. Where is my office?"
