entrancelogs | + Where Do Your Loyalties Lie? +

Who: Everyone
Where: The party
When: 7/21-7/23
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary:
The Story:
Orlais' current ruler, Lacie, has invited anyone of name, fame, and influence to The Winter Palace for three days of extravagant festivities surrounding the peace talks between her and Tillie, whose grasp for the throne has plunged beautiful Orlais into a dreadful civil war. Unbeknownst to both a third player, Elsie, has worked tirelessly behind the scenes to obtain her own share of power over the land.

Get ready for three days of fancy food, fine drink, good music, good entertainment, and just a little bit of murder, maybe? Your character has secured an invitation, and will join the illustrious crowd, become privy to the latest scandals and gossip, and observe as the struggle for Orlais' throne reaches its final chapter.

[OOC: This is an open mingle log for the Dragon Age event. The plotting post can be found here and event details can be found on the Bulletin Board.]

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But what if I get a taste of the fine life and start demanding more swords?

[It's everything she has not to keep from laughing at this point.]

Don't think you can say a few sweet words and get what you want, Dan. You want a challenge, you're gonna get a challenge.

[She might be resisting, but Danyael chuckles unrestrainedly at the very idea that she might do such a thing. It wouldn't be entirely out of character, now would it?]

Good.

[It's with the lightest touch that he brushes a wisp of hair off her face, his own returning challenge alight in his eyes. Dan, is it? How familiar.]

I'd be disappointed if I didn't.

[She's still grinning, eyes sharp and bright.]

Good. If I wanted to chase a doormat I'd work my way up to the rulers of Orlais.

[Shepard pls ur gonna get arrested.]

But if you're even a little serious, we can find somewhere quiet. To talk about specifics.

Oh, feisty.

[Maker, but doesn't he love her that way? Danyael wouldn't change this woman for anything - she's as fierce with words as she is on the field of battle, and there's a certain thrill of danger in this conversation alone.]

Somewhere quiet? [His eyebrows raise almost imperceptibly.] If you were anyone else, I might have some reservations about that request.

What, afraid I'm gonna stab you?

[I mean, those are applicable words coming from the person who openly brought a sword to this experience.]

Or do you think I've been running the long con? Truly, I'm the greatest player of the Game ever. With my feminine wiles and our years of service. All for one death. Sure.

If you were going to stab me, I don't think I'd get the chance to be afraid of it.

[He grins at her again, then laughs as she continues. Maker, but it's good to be able to rely on at least one person here to say what they really think.]

And I don't think anyone wants me dead that badly. I feel like I might have noticed.

[She shrugs.]

Everyone here wants someone dead. I just think few are fool enough to draw open combat with renowned soldiers if they actually want to win. Most of these people don't even know how to hold a sword, much less come at us with killing intent and hope to survive.

No one's gonna launch into open combat here. Not if they have any hopes of being invited to the next one.

[And everyone wants to be invited to the next one. That's what slow-acting poison is for.

But they're getting distracted, and still standing so close that he'd almost swear he can hear her heartbeat through that armour.] Besides, prefer to keep my mind on things that aren't who I'd like to slide a dagger under the ribs of.

Or survive to the next one.

[Because good luck with getting ignored by assassins if they think you're a problem. She's got her eyes open for exactly that reason. But now, back to the part of this conversation she cares about more.]

Well, I think that can be arranged.

[Shepard grins, catlike.]

C'mon. Let's get off the main floor.

It'd be my pleasure.

[He grins in return, a near-roguish half-smile as he playfully offers his arm to her. Maker, he doesn't think she'll take it, but it's meant as more of a taunt in any case.]

The lady's choice.

[She snorts at his arm, giving it a gentle backhanded smack when offered. She can pretend to be ladylike for a bit, but not that far.

Instead, she takes his hand. That feels right.]

Come on. I know just the place.

[Of course she's do that. It's not pride - Maker, no, he'd not think that - but she was never going to take his arm like some demure courtly lady.

Danyael knows why he draws glances as they walk across the room, and it's as much for his bare face as the company he's keeping. People like him can be a source of scandal and intrigue both, and it's only that delicate balance that keeps him from being poisoned.]

Surely you haven't done this before? [He's grinning at her, still.]

[Trust her Dan, if she could get away without the mask, she would. But it was necessary to make sure she got in the door with the rest of the outfit she was sporting. Still, now she's pushing the crowd from her mind, resolving not to give a shit as they make their way off the main floor.]

I mean, not here.

[She winks.]

But shouldn't every good soldier know multiple places to access? A quiet room to recoup? I did my scouting.

You've got me, there.

[As if he couldn't have found them at least three places to go where they couldn't be found, but letting her lead this is far more fun. Watching the scandalised expressions of the people she pushes through is more than enough to keep him entertained.

People like them should never really be invited to places like this, and yet, the mistake keeps being made.]

I always knew I was doing the right thing, throwing my lot in with you.

[At this point, the crowd is just spurring her on, the excitement of it all buzzing through her. That's right, mutter on. She'll be off enjoying herself.

Before long, they're off the main floor, her eyes carefully watching as they slip down a badly lit hall.]

Course you did. And I wouldn't pick anyone else to watch my back. Speaking of, make sure we're not being followed. I'm really not interested in an ambush right now.

Mm. Keep goin', I'll make sure of it.

[There are always ways to conceal yourself in the Winter Palace. Even a sparse corridor might be home to several hiding places. Oh, Orlais. Never change.]

Shout if I need you.

Let's just try and stay quiet. Squeeze my hand if you see something.

[But they'll press on together, off to catch a moment alone for as long as they care to be missing. Take that, fancy ball. They'll do whatever the hell they want.]

+ Where Do Your Loyalties Lie? +

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