On reaching the furthest point I've ever gotten too.

[fluffybeard]

Well I'll be Andraste's uncle. You actually managed to go through with it. I'm impressed, It only took you what? A year? I'd get more done in a day if you just happened to let me have the controller.

[He shakes his head.]

And honestly, stop blubbering over Bethany's letter. It said she was happy. I miss her, but don't you think we tried what we could to get her out of there? It was a bitter pill to swallow but as long as she's happy I'm not starting a full-scale rescue mission on the circle. Period.



[OOC: Don't worry about Spoilers. I've read the wiki I'm just doing my actual playthrough now. |D;;]

Comments

[circler]

You believe me, don't you, Brother? I'm fine. Really, I am.

[fluffybeard]

Sister, I'm the only one allowed to ask silly questions.

[circler]

I'm glad. It's nice, you know. Not having to run in fear of capture all the time. And some of the templars are actually quite nice. I think one of them is sweet on me. [BLUSHING.]

[fluffybeard]

My sister! Tempting enough to charm a Templar from his armour, well I have to say I am impressed Bethany.

[He chuckles, before opening his arms wide.]

Come and give brother a hug.

[circler]

[Still blushing, she runs up to him, immediately throwing her arms around his neck and sort of hanging there because he's kind of a lot taller than she is.]

I do miss you, though, Brother.

[fluffybeard]

I miss you too Bethany. More than I can tell you.

[He enveloped her in a hug, making sure to squish her extra tight.]

I'm glad you write. I hope you get my letters too. Thanks for tipping me of to Alrik by the way. He was fun to chop to pieces.

[circler]

I do, and I think the templars respect you enough not to read them beforehand.

[She smiles into the hug, into the fluff of his beard.]

Shh, don't tell me!

[But she smiles mischievously]

...I hope he screamed. Just a little.

[fluffybeard]

A lot actually. Justice paid a visit. Have I ever told you how I make the strangest friends?

[He chuckles lifting her off her feet and swinging her around like he and Carver used to do for her when she was little.]

Come on. Dinner, on me. The Champion can treat his little sister when she's not under the Templar's thumb.

[circler]

[She giggles as she clings to him, feeling young and bright and cheery again, like she's a young girl trailing after her older brother.]

All right, show-off. As long as it's not anything like the Hanged Man.

[fluffybeard]

You wound me! I'd never take you to the hanged man for a meal.

[Evil big brother grin~]

The Blooming Rose it is then.

[circler]

[She smacks him lightly on the arm, but she's laughing.]

Honestly, Brother! Be serious!

[fluffybeard]

I'll have something prepared at the house. You should come and see what Brother's done for Mother.

[He chuckles and rests a hand on her shoulder.]

And what you'll be coming home too if I can help it.

[circler]

You certainly know how to flatter a girl. Have you found yourself a lover, yet?

[kirkwallstories]

You with the controller? Hawke, we'd never get out of Kirkwall again and you know it.

[Not touching the Bethany issue with a twenty mile pole. Nope. Never again.]

[fluffybeard]

Well once I got my head around the insane speed you have to hit that attack button for no reason at all I'm sure I'd be very good at it Varric!

[He grins.]

If not I'll just position the camera so I get a good view of everything.

[kirkwallstories]

Somehow, I think you'd be better off just swinging your sword around. Leave the controllers to the people who can't do much else.

[But have a grin right back. He's missed his old drinking buddy...even if he doesn't know you, specifically.]

Oh, so your mun wasn't screaming at the camera like mine? Clearly he's better at controlling the blighted thing than she is, but that doesn't take much. [chuckle.] She kept running it and us into corners.

[fluffybeard]

Oh no, He just has this knack for positioning it on Anders's posterior, or your chest. Or Isabela's bust. It's quite a talent.

[He points to the magically appearing Hanged man.]

Pint?

[kirkwallstories]

Considering how much Rivaini moves around? I'm sure it is.

[Hmm..one moment, Messere. Does he---ah-ha. Silvers. Perfect.]

It's on me this time, Hawke. You're going to need it to get to where you're going.

[Probably more than a pint, really. But in they go. Drinks, drinks, where's that barkeep?]

[fluffybeard]

Oh don't worry about that Varric. I'm good at survivng.

[He chuckles. He's just going to forget his troubles for a while.]

Oh goody. I was wondering how long it would take for you to start using that coin you got from spinning your tales.

[kirkwallstories]

[A nod, and--ah. Finally. There's that barkeep. He'll just get off the topic and order them a pair of pints. Hawke does get an affronted look, though.]

You wound me, Messere. Who do you think funded most of Kirkwall's rebuilding in the last years? I didn't see the Templars doing it!

[fluffybeard]

I wound you because I care Varric. I can't have my forbidden love thinking I don't care.

[He bats back chuckling.]

How have you fared friend?

[kirkwallstories]

Maker forbid that ever happened. Merrill would be beside herself. To say nothing of Fenris and all his prickly brooding.

[smiiiirrrkkk. Ah, there's the pints. He'll just take a sip, thanks. Good old Kirkwall ale that never fails to taste like piss and ragwater.]

Quite well, actually. I rather enjoy not getting out into the fresh air, believe it or not. [a pause, then:] Though I suppose I can admit I miss the excitement running with you would create. It's too quiet up here sometimes.

[fluffybeard]

Well we could go see what trouble is brewing. But I don't have enough alcohol in me to care enough yet. Maybe if I have one of the rat-tonics they have here.

[He looks over at the barkeep.]

Or 'whiskey' as they call it.

[kirkwallstories]

[That gets a laugh out of Varric--right until he sees Hawke trying to flag down the barkeep and...whiskey? Oh, old friend, let him stop you!]

Ah--I wouldn't try that if I were you. You wouldn't want to find your stomach on the floor, would you? They don't call it rat-tonic for no reason.

[fluffybeard]

Well, Isabela isn't here. Which means I can safely drink it without something of mine going missing!

[He teases before waving the barkeep away. No, he didn't fancy rat-flavored whiskey.]

I'll just settle for the rag-ale.