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[loveardently-blog1]

howprettyareyou replied to your post: ❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make...

“Yeah, but Red Jenny plans don’t use magic! Or weird stuff! Just good, old fashioned silly stuff… sometimes just arrow to the face stuff… but still!” Sera huffed. She still didn’t completely understand the plan, and she hated it when she didn’t understand things properly.

  The witch gave a patient sigh, nose wrinkling to show her true feelings on the discussion. Not at Sera or her words...More at the reminder they provided her: her lack of vision held her back. Always made it more difficult. Her tongue drew across her lips, fingers scratching absentmindedly at her temples. " Sera, I can't shoot an arrow in someone's face. I don't know where their face is half the time. If you just get them to make enough noise, I can shock them -- LITERALLY. "

[lcthallin]

“You should have seen the other guy.”

[ Send me “You should have seen the other guy.” for my muse to patch yours up after a fight ]

Nelras chuckled, tying off a bandage on her arm.

“I have no doubt the other guy was an absolute wreck, Sera.  Do I even want to know what he did to warrant a fight?”

As the Inquisitor, he was technically supposed to tell her off and prevent her from fighting, but honestly, he kind of wanted to hear her side of things first.

[loveardently-blog1]

❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞

KIA IS SECRETLY A BIRD | not accepting! @howprettyareyou

Lips twitched, brows knitting together as the witch leaned ever forward. Their conversation meant precisely to between but their ears and no others. Yet Sera’s expressive response would elicit some attention, would it not? “ Most Red Jenny plans make little since yet they work marvelously in the end. Besides -- thought you’d find it entertaining. ” Saskia took her hands, motioning as if she were yanking someone’s pants up high in the air. “ Let a nobleman taste his undies in his throat, ya? ”

[fadetouchedcadash-blog]

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“There’s three arrows only in this red templar’s groin area. The grouping is spectacular but why?”

She wasn’t really as exasperated as she sounded, tugging the arrows from the poor man with a wet sound to be returned back to the owner.

“The other one had three in his gut, the one before had three under his armor joint. Do you pick a place in advance or is it just where you aim once you’ve fired one?”

[autosoterisms-archive]

howprettyareyou replied to your post “❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞”

"I figure out how to get out, yeah. Usually, an arrow to the head kills most people. Or the heart. Sometimes the kidneys, too." Sera shrugged a little, grinning back at him. "But I don't make up special plans or anything. Not for killing."

❝ A sword to the throat works just as well. Though, I do like to think about how to incapacitate them non-fatally. That often goes over better, and I do like a challenge. ❞      A hand toyed almost reflexively at the sword on his hip. He hadn’t needed it for quite a while -- Desk work replacing fights. ❝ Not that I’ve needed to use those skills for quite some time now. ❞

[rebelliontales-blog]

"Other Sera! Awesome Sera!" no but honestly your url was the first one I saw when I got back on today for the first time in forever and I was very happy it was =3

   ( What’s my reputation? )

   Ahhh, thank you!! This is so sweet! I wondered   where you went & I’m glad to see you’re back.   Two nerds who love a nerd, what can go wrong?

[daggersandsparks]

✉ (if you're still taking them~)

{ morning after note }

“I’ve taken your clothing with me. But I left you one of my shirts. I’m in the baths if you want them back. hehe”

[ofdxlish]

{ howprettyareyou }

“ E u g h.”       A clear grimace followed by her tankard placed rather roughly back on the table. Mihtriel needed alcohol - though the shit they had at Skyhold could hardly be called that. She needed something that could actually get her drunk without having to pay for so many watered down drinks. Either way, she continues to sip at the nasty concoction, or rather a piss-poor excuse for ale before grumbling and slumping forward.