#occultacultro

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X Files AU [fite me <3]

AU HC MEME | still accepting

1. Meredith is the person that doesn’t believe in extraterrestrial life at all. She thinks all the theories are crackpot and that people who are serious need to reevaluate their lives.

2. This is all fine and dandy until weird shit starts happening in the small town of Kirkwall, like the deaths of live stock on the outskirts and people vanishing out of the blue.

3. Her paranoia starts to pick up when one of her coworkers who has always reported in, suddenly turns up dead.

4. Upon meeting Mulder & Scully, she tries to explain that the prison has yet to be affected by whatever This Weird Shit is. She rather takes to Scully but she can’t figure out exactly what it is about the agent that she enjoys her company so much.

5. Meredith’s death comes at the hands of aliens and no one wants to touch her statue’d corpse.

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occultacultro liked for a banter starter...

“I don’t know how the Inquisitor finds you useful, you almost got us both killed.”

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Calpernia

Send me the name of a DA (Canon) character and I’ll try to make up a Banter between them and my muse. || Still Accepting!

Mihtriel: Faster vash.Calpernia: .... Pardon - ?Mihtriel: Ah.... Fasha dass.Calpernia: Are you ill?Mihtriel: I’m trying to - hold on. -clears throat-Calpernia: -stares-Mihtriel: Fasta dass.Calpernia: ..... Fasta vass?Mihtriel: YES. That.

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There is a beautiful crystal bottle of Orlesian perfume waiting on the desk for Cauthrien. It's finely crafted and filled with a pale amber liquid that smells faintly of delicate flowers. A note written in stiff stilted writing is attached to the cap. "Even a dog likes to smell pretty now and again." If the soldier decides to break it or jostle it violently it will turn into a potent stink bomb, if she treats it well and uses it as recommended it remains a fine perfume.

Cauthrien notices the small bottle with some understandable about of caution. She is well beyond physical acts of annoyance. This enemy is an unknown quantity and Cauthrien is a cautious and distrustful person in general.

She leaves the bottle exactly where it is for some time, gauging whether or not it will blow up on its own. When that fails she pokes it very gently with the tip of a sword. When that produces no results, she at last, tentatively picks it up and examines it more closely.

The Orlesian menace is thoroughly wrong, Cauthrien could not care less what she smelled like and she certainly didn’t want to smell Orlesian.

However, before she throws it away, a thought comes to mind. It is a bit of an evil thought, though is rooted in practicality. If she has no use for it, then why let it go to waste? 

The next time Loghain meets with Arl Eamon, Cauthrien casually gives him the bottle. 

“I think your wife would appreciate it more than I.”

When she later learns that something stunk out the rooms of the Arl and Arlessa of Redcliffe, Cauthrien finds herself feeling a small amount of warmth for the small Assassin.