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Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Commander Shepard ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Isabelle Beaumont ⊛ Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Elijah Keaton
Jordan Langley ⊛ Prince Charming ⊛ Finnick Odair
Meetra Surik ⊛ Sir Gwaine ⊛ Tristan
Belgarion of Riva ⊛ Shelby Rook ⊛ Galen Marek
Alyss Heart ⊛ Revan ⊛ Quincie P. Morris
Annie Cresta ⊛ Sally Malik ⊛ Simon Bae
Shadow ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Fenris

Comments

[failedhorribly]

She groans, letting her head fall back. "You and I both. Sometimes I dream about telling Meredith that Orsino cursed her bloomers pink and watching it all fall to chaos around me."

That gets a chuckle out of her, lifting her head back up to give him a lazy grin. "Careful, now. I may swoon. I doubt you will." Her hands go to her breeches, fingers working the laces and easing the pants down her legs with a faint hiss as the material drags over the wound.

lmfao one day i will look up shit about injuries, but today is not that day

[magicalfisting]

"I would think Meredith would have more sense than to believe such a ridiculous lie, especially if it was coming from you." Meredith is a no-nonsense woman, even if she is a little... unhinged. Even Fenris can see that.

He smiles back, though his eyes remain dark with concern. "Hawke. What made you think that you could walk with such a wound?" There isn't much in the way of blood, which he's thankful for. "It does not seem to be too severe. A poultice should help. And bandages."

nah fuck it

[failedhorribly]

"Honestly, at this point I have my doubts about it being a lie. They're both like ridiculously overpowered children with Kirkwall as their toy."

She wins a smile, and makes a pleased hum in the back of her throat because of it. "The fact that I didn't fall over may have had something to do with it." She winks at him, in spite of the pain in her leg. "Kinky."

fghj

[magicalfisting]

"Mages and their ridiculous waste of magic," he mutters darkly under his breath at the idea. "Mages and their overbearing templars."

Maybe he's been around Hawke long enough to feel some sort of distasteful way toward the actions of a few select templars. A small few.

The smile grows a little wider at the hum. "You could have made it worse. Or bled to death." Take better care of yourself, woman. "Let me grab them."

After a few moments, he returns with bandages and a poultice. He knows rudimentary first aid, but it's enough, he thinks, to help her out. His hands are gentle at the moment, moving carefully over her leg as he treats it.