#stenachoriia

[dragonagecompanions]

Could you do both Inquisition and Origins companions reaction to the Warden being the one who got the Anchor and being the one who becomes Inquisitor?

INQUISITION:

Cassandra: This is not how she expected things to go, but…well, at least they got one of the leaders on their list one way or another? 

Varric: Damn, he knew he should have written up the story of the Blight and the ragtag bunch of loners who saved Fereldone from the oddest Blight to ever strike Thedas. Because this would be a perfect sequel, and he hasn’t even started.

Solas: This is…unexpected. He wasn’t planning on any of this, and particularly not a being with so much political power being so close to his power center. Things may need to change.

Blackwall: This is not what he wanted when the Inquisition rolled into his tiny training camp. Fereldone’s Warden-Commander is standing in front of him, and it is time to go.

Vivienne: This is perfect. Having Ferelden’s hero and champion as part of her circle might not do much for Madame de Fer, but their presence may well draw off that Apostate wench cosying up to Celene, and get the world back to normal.

Dorian: Being able to talk intimately with a Gray Warden is a huge opportunity, and if there is one goal Dorian has it is that after everything goes down Felix Alexius goes back to Tevinter the first Warden magister and with at least some chance to live longer. 

The Iron Bull: The warden saw and killed an arch dragon. Everything else aside, the Ben-Hassrath wants to hear all about it. And getting some reports on just what the hell the wardens are doing wouldn’t upset Par Vollen either.

Sera: This is the biggest little person Sera has ever met, and while Warden Commanders have a lot of problems she can trust this person to do what’s right.

Cole: “You’re very bright, and very loud, but you want to help. I can too!”

Leliana: They may have just lost Justinia, just lost the greatest leaders on both sides of the chantry’s conflict and the world may be teetering on the brink of both conquest and civil war, but their Warden is here and things are going to eventually be okay.

ORIGINS:

Alistair (King): Is anyone surprised? Because at the end of the day finding out that the Warden Commander has gone out and put themselves in charge of another complete mess isn’t a real surprise to Alistair. The minute he hears it though Ferelden’s official stance on the Inquisition drastically changes and they start off collaboratively.

Warden: Well, it’s time to start riding for Haven. His commander needs him. He is not  going to let some monster man swoop down and start problems with the wardens without Alistair Therein there.

 Swooping is bad.

Zevran: Well, surely now it cannot be said that their warden will sit and let the world have momentous changes without supervision. When the word comes into Antiva that the Conclave has failed and the Warden has somehow been named the Herald of Andraste, Zevran finishes up current to do list and boards a ship for Val Royeaux. His warden needs their ever watchful assistance, and he does not ever disappoint.

Morrigan: Well this is not wholly unexpected. There had been rumors creeping through out even Orlais that the blossoming plans amidst the Divine and her Hands was to reform the Inquisition and strike a blow for balance and great many other noble ideals. They might never come to fruition after the loss of Justinia and her guiding influence, but with the Warden at the helm this little Inquisition has the potential to become much larger.

And a tidy tool in the belt of Orlais’ newest Arcane Advisor. After a brief discussion with Celene Morrigan is on the road, bound for Haven and the ever evolving power center that is her former companion.

Oghren: Ancestor’s tits, they just can’t stay out of trouble, can they? Once Oghren might have jumped at the chance to join them, but now his life has taken a different course. Still he raises a glass to them from afar, drumming up what support he can and keeping the peace in his own part of the world.

Sten: He’d heard little of the Warden after he returned to Seheron. He had professed their actions and honor, but he did not expect to see them again, least of all after his promotion to Arishok. But one such as the Warden will never be far from the greatest moments in time, and it is no different here. The urge to go to them is strong for a moment, and yet as a leader himself that is no longer an option. But there are others he can send, who will be able to lend them support where he cannot.

And if he spends a long time looking over the information on the Hissran they want to send, and knows well that the Warden will see the same flaws he does and turn them to strengths….He can trust him friend to welcome The Iron Bull with or without the Qun.

Dog:

Mod Fereldone

[fantasiiia-archive]

. @stenachoriia​ and I plotted a thing. The emotions in the room swirled around her, the entire building gave her the worst vibes. And honestly, she didn’t exactly enjoy being in it. And the older woman in front of her gave off not so pleasant vibes. Elizabeth could tell that she was there to serve as a means to an end. As was everyone else who had ever entered this building. She definitely didn’t like that. Still, she stood at ease, fingers fidgeting behind her back as she faced the woman at the desk. The white flowing pieces of her hero uniform fluttering in the breeze brought about by a floor vent not only a few feet away.  She felt anxious. That was her own feeling. As the woman stared her down as if to assess if her presence was really required. As if to question if she’d been sent the proper hero for the job she needed done. And she was so tempted to say something. But kept her mouth shut more so out of fear of being a further disappointment to this woman’s expectations. 

She continued to watch her, those same edge of disappointment swirling around her, around them. “Can you please stop sizing me up like I’m some sort of disappointment, ma’am? I assure you that my presence is not a mistake and I am highly qualified to fill your needs.” She kept her tone soft, polite and less frustrated that she wanted to. She’d rather avoid creating trouble for the woman who was pretty much her boss now.  The woman quirked up a brow at that. The President of the Hero Public Safety Commission was no woman to scoff at. She held most of the power over the entirity of Japan’s hero society--- And fuck that was intimidating. “Alright. But that still remains to be seen, Swansong. Prove yourself to me, and my opinion might change. Consider it motivation.” The older woman said, “Hawks should be joining us momentarily, you’ll be paired with him for the duration of your assignment here.”  At the woman’s words, something new edged it’s way into her senses. And she found herself dropping her hands to her sides and turning briefly towards the door. 

[decayman]

@stenachoriia​ liked.

Tomura approaches Hawks calmly, his face concealed by Father. It’s been some time now since the hero supposedly joined the ranks of the PLF and made friends with one of it’s core members. “What’s the number 2 to gain from all this? Information? Further fame?” Tomura halts only once he is uncomfortably close. Even if Hawks dared to attack him, he wouldn’t make it out of the building alive. Surely, he knows that too. “Or could it be you are genuine in your criticism of hero society?”

[bcnnymama-a]

@stenachoriia Stop, you have such a nice voice!!!

Ma’am, are you in love with pain????

[animaaudax]

@stenachoriia​ said:

Hawks has left the group chat

“This is a verbal conversation, feather boy,” she said, grabbing him by the back of the jacket and hauling him back.

[decayman-a]

@stenachoriia / plotted starter

   Tomura observes their newest addition with a stern, unblinking eye. His own face is covered behind father as he sits; his broken leg elevated and his mangled hand resting in his lap. Even in his injured state, Tomura isn’t concerned about meeting with Hawks. Dabi and Twice are nearby, listening in on their conversation just in case it should escalate.

   “So you’re this new recruit Dabi dragged in,” Tomura starts, his gaze still firmly resting on Hawks’ form. “I’ve heard much about you, Number 2.”

[quirkhotpot]

@stenachoriia​ said: ❝ Wanna get sashimi this weekend? My treat! ❞

unprompted ask // always accepting

“Wha- Are you serious?” he asked, trying not to show too much interest in the idea. He hadn’t had sashimi in way too long, but he knew how expensive it was and Hawks was already too kind to him. 

“I mean, that sounds great if that’s what you want...”

[truexman]

@stenachoriia​ ❝ You're looking at me like I've done something wrong. I'm not like that finger destroyer kid.❞ He remarked with a jovial laugh. Though, if he was being honest, he had almost flown into a window. In his defense, he had been distracted, thinking about everything he had discovered over the past few weeks.

“Was I? I hadn’t realized that I was. Must just be how I usually look.” Though that was concerning. If he looked at everyone like they’d done something wrong, he wasn’t very approachable was he?

“Are you on your way to the commission?”