Just a bit of voicetesting and pestering this muse

[uhitwasntme]

You're not funny in the least.

This is a very serious matter, so I don't like being called out of Darktown just to... Entertain you or.. something.

... Anyways, I'm not going to some bubble or tower or... Wherever else you said.

No questions, I'm just not going.

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[double_edged]

I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice in the matter. The Bubble takes all prisoners, dead or alive.

[uhitwasntme]

That doesn't sound terribly convenient, I--

[Are you.

A

Giant cat?

He's staring, and he might be reaching for those ears in a very concentrated manner.]

[double_edged]

[Aaaand we're

Backin' up, backin' up, backin' up--]

Can I help you?

[uhitwasntme]

You're a... Giant cat.

[But kittyyyyyyy D:]

[double_edged]

Y... es, I believe that's quite obvious.

[You're frickin weird, man.

Get away from him.]

[uhitwasntme]

[Maybe this bubble won't be so bad if kitty is there. :D]

How exactly did that happen? A spell? Is it permanent?

[Just.

Let him give you scratchies.]

[canandhave]

You get that much of a say in where you'll go?

[uhitwasntme]

Apparently I have a say in anything.

Whether or not it's actually paid attention to is another thing.

[Grumble.]

[canandhave]

Better to focus your energies where they count, surely.

[uhitwasntme]

Depends on if any of my actions actually count for anything.

In most situations, it seems to be for naught.

[canandhave]

Perhaps if you chose a better direction. You know you're making a difference when you heal, don't you?

[bitofanarse]

Magey.

Oh god I always let Carver die how do I interact--

[uhitwasntme]

Carver.

[lifeward]

Well, if your scribe wished you to entertain them, it would be in private. Dim as it might seem, it is a bright side. Sort of.

A bubble? Really?

[ she is intrigued. ]

[uhitwasntme]

I'd rather that than whisked off to Andraste-knows-where.

[Heaving sigh.]

Apparently it's a giant Bubble under the sea. Or a murderous Tower. My lot in life really has looked up.

[embellisher]

Woah, woah, back up. Did I hear you right, Blondie?

Did you just say "bubble?"

[uhitwasntme]

Yes. As in soap, or apparently a big bubble under the ocean housing people from... everywhere. I don't exactly know what all I'm being thrust into.

[embellisher]

Okay, this is normally the part where I imply that you're kind of unhinged in a roundabout affectionate way but...

I know exactly what you're talking about.

[uhitwasntme]

Of course. I don't--

What?

[embellisher]

My mun wants to send me there. Bubbleland, that is. If things go her way, I can probably kiss sweet, sweet air goodbye.

[questionablewit]

Just because it's a serious matter doesn't mean you can't joke about it. Best time!

But how is your mun going to fit you inside a bubble? That's a good trick. I didn't know they made bubbles that big.

[uhitwasntme]

There are some things that shouldn't be joked about.

[Huff.]

Apparently it's a very large Bubble.

[questionablewit]

[She actually agrees that some things aren't joking material, but admitting it? Never!]

It'll have to be, if it's going to hold you, Varric, and a large enough audience to keep Varric happy. I apologize in advance for the people who'll come up to ask you if I really did behead an ogre with a spoon.

[uhitwasntme]

[If Marion Hawke admitted that there was a time where you couldn't choke, Anders would eat his left boot.]

Apparently it's an enourmous thing, but I don't trust anything that sounds like it's going to trap me.

[questionablewit]

[Not even Varric will take that bet.]

Fair enough. Though I can't say I've noticed you trust anything, full stop. Except cats, which are downright diabolical. Sometimes I wonder about your priorities.