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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

Comments

[kingslays]

He makes a face at the nudge, still uncertain about these casual nudges and touches. It's not very common for him. Rare would be a better word for it. "For what reason? It's a good sized ego, I would think. Especially for a one-handed man."

Right, of course that's it.

"There is nothing that I seek from your bosom, Hawke," he says even as he glances down at it, wrapped in armor as it is. He might be a celibate man, but he is still a man.

[failedhorribly]

"Well, people keep informing me that having a large ego is an unattractive trait. I wouldn't want you to mar an otherwise impressive record in the attractive stakes." Honestly, she's noticed his uncertainty about the way she gets up in his space, which might be part of the reason she does it. This isn't Fenris, after all; he's not about to put a hand through her if she breathes wrong.

She arches an eyebrow at him. "And how would you know that? There could be any number of interesting thinks rattling around in there." She taps on her breastplate.

[kingslays]

"You're a brash wench, flirting so blatantly. It's true, I am impressively attractive, aren't I? You should have seen the gold hand," Jaime mock whispers. And then realizes he mentioned a gold hand. The bastard, Jaime Rivers, would have no golden hand. But he doesn't let it known that it was a slip up. After all, he's an egotistical shit.

Why not have a gold hand?

"Yes, and I'm sure the mage has thought about it often. And about half the city that isn't terrified of you coming to breathe down their neck for something. Perhaps the pirate wench as well." He knows her name is Isabela, but he's a little irritated, a little preoccupied.

[failedhorribly]

Gold hand? Marian absently files away that comment even as she laughs at him, the sound rich and vibrant. "A gold hand? I can't think of anything as useless as it would be pretty. And I am the brashest of wenches, it's true."

That wins him an eyeroll; she remains unfazed as ever by his comments. "That's hardly fair. I almost never breathe down people's necks. That would be - well, creepy. And the pirate wench most certainly has. Perhaps I'll tell you about it, someday." She neatly skips over the mention of Anders, because some things even she doesn't want to get into. Her gaze turns serious as she takes in the sight of Jaime. "Are these 'statues'--" she does air quotes, "--going to get you into hot water? Because I'd rather know now if I'm to call in the cavalry at some point."

[kingslays]

"Think of the weight it would carry though when someone thought you were useless and you used it to knock sense into them otherwise," Jaime laughs. Not that he ever did that, but he imagined it plenty of times.

He makes another face at her, at the idea of being told about her and Isabela. He's... not really intrigued by the idea, when he knows some men would be. Then again, his ideas of attractiveness have been a little skewed for most of his life. "You know who would be interested in the details? Varric. He could spin it into a book."

A frown twitches to life. "Have I done a single thing since joining you that would land me in hot water?"

[failedhorribly]

"Why on earth would I need a gold hand for that? The giant phallic symbol strapped to my back does it well enough." Still, she's pleased that he's laughing, and it shows on her face. Hawke appreciates her companions, even though she spends half her time wanting to throw them off a bridge.

She finds it fascinating that he doesn't react to that, because he's certainly the sort of arrogant ass who seems like he would. It gets filed away as well, a note to poke and prod at it later, or at least remember it should it become relevant again.

The frown earns a laugh from her. "Absolutely. You joined me, didn't you? Can't imagine what you were thinking."

[kingslays]

"A higher sense of nobility, of course. You'd do well to find yourself in that particular mindset. If you can do it, what's stopping you?" Jaime shrugs easily enough, that grin still firmly planted on his handsome face.

"Can't really say that I was, if you're seeking honesty here, Hawke." Jaime's been a loner for so long, but once he had taken command of the Kingsguard, that sense of companionship, of brotherhood that he was trying to forge, he missed that. He missed the ease of friendship he had with Brienne.

He missed people when he had never cared about them before. That's why he joined her.

[failedhorribly]

She's already scrunching up her face by the time the word 'nobility' is half out of his mouth. "The mess." That's her answer to his question, at least. "Bodies explode enough around me already, I'm not going to invite--" Wait. "--I'm not going to invite it even more than I already do."

If he were a little less twitchy, she'd sling an arm around his shoulders. As it is, she just nudges him again. "See? That's why I let you stick around." Crazy people only, apparently.

[kingslays]

He has met few people unsuited for the role of noble, but Hawke definitely fits the mold on that one. It is messy, tricky, a world of pretty smiles and even prettier daggers in your back. Not that he says that. He's a bastard, after all. "You might find yourself without that choice one of these days."

He rolls his eyes again. "Let me stick around, do you?"

[failedhorribly]

"Nonsense," she breezes, and tries not to think of the all too many moments in her life when she's had her choices stripped from her. "If there isn't one, I'll create one. My giant sword is a multi-purpose implement."

She raises an eyebrow back at him. "Well I haven't chased you off, have I? You're a moderately unpleasant individual to be around half the time, I doubt anyone would blame me."

[kingslays]

"Swords are sometimes the only weapon that doesn't seem to get the job done correctly," Jaime murmurs with a distant look, but then he shakes his head and grins. "I've heard crossbows can work out just as well, should the need arise. Varric might be the smartest one you've captured on this journey."

And then he snorts. The idea of anyone chasing off him is absolutely ridiculous. Unpleasant, annoying, a bastard, these are things he might be. But even one-handed, there is no man like Jaime Lannister.

Or Rivers. Whoever he is.

"Are you sure you're speaking of me and not a few others you call your friends?"