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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.
⊛ wanna do a picture prompt? we can do some picture prompts.
⊛ FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Finnick Odair ⊛ Belle Beaumont ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Commander Shepard ⊛ Piper McLean ⊛ Jordan Langley ⊛ Jaime Lannister ⊛ Eli Keaton
Sally Malik ⊛ Corey Carling ⊛ Shadow ⊛ Fenris ⊛ Meetra Surik
Revan ⊛ Keiko Nakagawa ⊛ Alyss Heart ⊛ Ava ⊛ James
Percy Jackson ⊛ Frank Zhang ⊛ Helen ⊛ Jason Grace ⊛ David Levin
April O'Neil ⊛ Galen Marek ⊛ Reyna ⊛ Jackson Swift ⊛ Jaime Reyes
Fran Zhang (AU) ⊛ Jasa Grace (AU) ⊛ Piper McLean (AU) ⊛ Gretel ⊛ Sirius Black
Cullen ⊛ Liv Durand ⊛ Maddie Moss ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Finley Odair (AU)
Persephone Jackson (AU) ⊛ Derek Hale ⊛ Raleigh Becket ⊛ Allison Argent ⊛ Liam Hunt
Seph McCauley ⊛ Jonah Kinlock ⊛ Edward Kenway ⊛ Aveline de Grandpre ⊛ Gale Hawthone
Will Scarlet ⊛ Korra ⊛ Carswell Thorne ⊛ Scarlet Benoit

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Re: Cullen | Dragon Age

[amageing]

[ The Gallows, they had called it. And looking around, it's easy for Amell to see why. Although it's been a long time since she's felt the urge to downplay her abilities as a mage, she finds herself shifting to make the staff strapped to her back appear less notable.

When her ship finally meets the docks, all she can think is how her initial impression of Kirkwall is the smell of fire.

And not just any fire.

The stench of a funeral pyre is undeniable. Blood has been shed here. And as a hand drifts defensively to grab her staff, the Warden-Commander eyes the pluming smoke with more than a little scrutiny. The scene that lays before her is not a pleasant one, and as she steps off into the gallows, Amell sees two things in piles that makes her tense.

To one side, there is a mountain of abandoned staffs.

To the other, ownerless swords and templar armor.

What in the Maker's name had happened here? Her presence here was a favor to King Alistair, but it's with a sick sort of dread that Amell realizes this is going to be hitting a little too close to home.

Mages and templars killing each other.

It was almost enough to make her miss the Archdemon.

Amell takes a deep breath and starts towards the gates. Someone there should be able to tell her what was happening to Kirkwall ]

[allnerves]

[ Happy thoughts never last long. She feels like she's lost a part of herself down there, even though she's so pleased to be with Percy, to be safe and in his arms and at camp. Things couldn't be better for them right now, but with each quiet lull comes something even worse. ]

I'd better write up an agenda.

[ She loves him. And she will make this happen for them both. ]

[excusing]

[ There is a pleased smile in her face when she turns away to put her things back accordingly. It is somewhat of a personal victory to have gotten this far, to have her accept an invitation. It's just like Heather to see how far she can push a person's boundaries, out of curiosity. The thing is that it only happens with people she's romantically interested in. Never mind that.

Heather jogs back, adjusting her rolled up sleeves again. ] Hey, let's walk?

[noleniency]

[There have been plenty of moments in his life where Cullen has questioned the choices he's made, and they are seem to circle around and around, like a serpent eating its tail.

He had been young and naive once, had thought mages were misunderstood. And when Ferelden no longer agreed with him, when he could no longer stomach being in the Tower there, he had left to find a place that would fit his new ideals, the change that was forced on him the moment that blood mage had taken over what had once been his haven.

So Cullen had come to Kirkwall where things were stricter. Where mages weren't your friend, but people to watch out for. And that had been fine. Meredith had been fine.

Until Meredith changed as well, and she turned a blind eyes to the horrors the other templars were committing, where she breathed poisoned about the blood mages and got under his skin. Not that it was hard to. The mages were already there.

This, though. The carnage. The insanity. This wasn't what Cullen had signed up for. Yes, most mages needed to be watched over, cared for, scrutinized. But the pointless death of so many? Not just mages, but innocent people, templars.

The Knight-Captain sits heavily on a broken patch of stairs, watching the final fires burning out slowly. He's distracted from his watch at a figure moving in the distance, and it's a sad reality when he can admit to himself - even after seven years - that he still recognizes the way she walks.] Solona.

[unifying]

[Said woman arches an eyebrow at him, head cocking a bit as a small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.]

Now, that would depend entirely on your idea of what's wicked. [But no, probably not. She doesn't have a need for mindless, blind followers anymore, and he seems like that type.] Darkspawn?

[amageing]

[ again and again, Amell is hit by the incredible reality that even outside of the tower, her life continues to be encircled. It doesn't take a moment to recognize the man sitting on the steps, and she approaches with caution. Because even if this is Cullen, someone she grew up besides no matter how complicated their stations were, there is still a pile of staffs and the smell of burning robes.

She clears her throat and tries to ignore the smoke stinging her eyes ]

Cullen.

[ and that is all the familiarity she can allow for now. Something of incredible magnitude for Kirkwall's circle has happened here, and she can't help that small, doubtful voice echoing in the back of her mind. The one that whispers of Cullen's words after Uldred, of the hardness that had entered him during his imprisonment by the desire demon. She doesn't want to think the worst, but there are dead mages and dead templars and Amell has sadly grown use to being disappointed in people ]

What's happened here?

[roseonthegrey]

[ Maker preserve him, he is starting to get that uneasy, headaching feeling that has so far only been created by Morrigan ]

Oh yes. Bad breath, lots of stabbing. Perhaps you've heard of them? They're only everywhere in Ferelden.

[ And he's not going to touch the wicked comment. Nope. ]

[brashy]

[He tries to not think about it, not when his nights are already full of thoughts of Tartarus, of pain and fear and things he doesn't really think have words.]

Doesn't it boil down to 'everywhere'? [He says it teasingly, nudging her a bit.] Okay, then I'll look into a boat. [That can't be too hard to do, right? Maybe he should ask his mom...]

[unifying]

Sounds like a bunch of people I know, but I wouldn't exactly call them darkspawn. Sithspawn, maybe. [There's a shrug of her shoulders, a nonchalance to her voice that says she doesn't seem to be too bothered by whatever he's describing.

However, there is something about him that makes her curious. He feels... wrong in the Force. Out of place.]

Never heard of the planet. Outer Rim?

[dutysexual]

[She waits, wondering what it is that's made her decide to do this. Loneliness? As much as she doesn't like to admit it, there's something definitely there in that regard. Reyna has been lonely for years, and it's no one's fault but her own.]

All right. [Reyna clasps her hands behind her back as she walks. What do people even talk about?] War games are coming up.

[noleniency]

[It's unbecoming of a Knight-Captain to sit around, Cullen supposes, so he stands as she approaches. He's broken, and he's not. It's a strange mixture of feelings swirling inside of him, but there's something else there now too. A strange light akin to hope. That's what he sees when he glances at Solona Amell and away again.

Oddly enough - or maybe not that oddly - it's the same feeling he has when he's around Hawke. They are family, after all. But where Hawke brings destruction where she steps, Amell brings... Peace.

There is a fundamental difference in the cousins and their actions.

Cullen wonders if she even knows about her family. The broken pieces that barely exist except for two Hawke siblings now and Gamlen Amell.]

Kirkwall. [His voice sticks, tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. There's smoke in his mouth and his throat, and it burns.] There's something fundamentally wrong with Kirkwall, beneath its streets and in the walls. [He sounds crazy, and maybe he is. Maybe it started with Uldred and the demons, but it's Kirkwall. The city should burn, he thinks.

He glances at the carnage before looking back at the Hero of Ferelden.] Mages revolted, and templars went mad. We're at war.

Olivia Durand | The Caster Chronicles

[galilei]

Madison Moss | The Heir Chronicles

[siphons]

Daniel Bianchi | Darkness Rising

[benandanti]

[smartassing]

And this one just seems apt for david and christopher im jussayin :|

[excusing]

I know!

[ That puts a sparkle in Heather's eyes and an added bounce in her step. ] I'm totally excited for that, actually. Been making plans with the team.

[ Look! She's being an active Legionnaire! ]

[dutysexual]

[There's something oddly intriguing about that look Heather gets, the way she reacts to the war games. It's both something she expects from her legion, and also something she doesn't expect from a daughter of Venus.] Have you? Good. I'm looking forward to seeing you in action. [in three...

two...

one.]

All of you, that is. [Oops.]

[rigidly]

[David is fucking tired. Tired. Capital T. Hell, all capital letters would do it, but it doesn't feel like enough of a description. There's a break for now, both sides of the fight retreating. He can't relax though, not now. Not when there's a war to win, gods to save, their own asses to save.

His fingers twitch against his thigh.

He's exhausted, but he can't rest, not with Athena's words in his mind and the screams of dying men and Senna...

Not with Senna still there, haunting him in a way that he can't get over, no matter how hard he tries. (He doesn't even try at all, to be honest. Her life and death is his penance to bear.) For Senna, he'll do this. Because part of her wanted Ka-Anor to be stopped, even if it was for selfish reasons.

The tapping against his leg is more like pounding now.]

[amageing]

[ she closes her eyes, resists the urge to rub her temples, and silently curses that completely underhanded man she put on the throne. First taking charge of an arldom where she had murdered her predecessor, and now being thrown into a- what had he called it? A "small snafu with one of those city-states. You'd like it, Solona. Mage diplomacy. And I'll add another shiny title to your name." ]

It...looks as though I've missed the main party.

[ she mentally steadies herself. As much as she wants for the best, the best doesn't happen often in her dealings. ]

And. [ she hesitates, looking at Cullen and desperately wanting to see something of the stuttering guardsman she had known at the Tower ] Are we still at war, then?

[ it's hard, but she tries to put on a smile like the ones she wore before the Blight, tries to bring a small amount of levity to this...carnage ]

Because it was a really long boat ride here.

[roseonthegrey]

[ absolutely nothing this woman is saying is making any sense. Sithspawn? And the only time he vaguely remembered something called an "Outer Rim" was when Elissa and the pirate woman were into their cups at the Pearl. A conversation he had stayed far, far away from.

There is something incredibly unsettling about her presence, however. Something that sends the skills he developed with the Templars into overdrive. It's clear she's not darkspawn, most of her skin is still in place and his Warden-sense has been distinctly untingly. ]

How about we skip the awkward small talk and you just let me know if you want to go all...gloom and doom and try to possess me?

[ if this is the Fade, the woman doesn't know Ferelden? How long has she been here? ]

[noleniency]

This is only the beginning. [His arms cross over his chest. It might have started here, but this was a revolt. Mages breaking free of their chains, fight back against the Chantry, the templars. Before him is an example of a mage who seems stable enough, but how many has he seen resort to blood magic and demons? First Enchanter Orsino, someone he had expected to keep his cool in Meredith's madness.

Kirkwall's madness.

There is evil in these stones, breathing, corrupting. Is he still the same? He hasn't been the same in years.

He sighs softly, bone weary, tired.] A renegade mage by the name of Anders declared war when he blew up the Chantry. I am not naive enough to believe that revolution won't spread. Other circles will hear of this. It can't be contained.

[Mages can't be contained. Templars can't be contained.

He grits his teeth.] I don't believe your boat ride will be of much waste, but I doubt Kirkwall will be your final destination.

[unifying]

Possess you? [There's a pause after she repeats those words before she bursts into laughter, pressing a hand to her stomach as she tries to settle herself again. What even is this about?] Who sent you here? Was it one of the Masters? Because if this is what they consider to be punishment in some sort of way, I believe they've fallen way off the edge.

[There's a roll of her eyes as she finally manages to settle back down.] I'm not very good at doom and gloom. [Anymore.] And I've never tried to possess anyone before, but I'm willing to try if you are.

[allnerves]

Of course it means everywhere, but you can't really do everywhere without some organization.

[ She rolls her eyes because, duh, Percy, you can't be totally impulsive when it comes to world exploration. Besides, she'll leave room for off the road discoveries. Chuckling, she just nudges him in return. ]

[excusing]

[ Whoops. That's just further incentive for Heather to show off. That might get her in trouble but it may other further this little experiment forming in the back of her mind. ]

I hope we do a good job, anyway!

[ There's her never ending supply of optimism. ]

[brashy]

Of course not. It's not like we've ever done anything without organization before. I kind of like fall- [He stops himself, and a dark look passes over his face before he tugs on a smile, even thought it's tight at the corners.] When we just find ourselves on an adventure.

[Falling is totally bad now. No more falling.

He nudges her back.

Also being impulsive is the best.]