[open] you're a picture of the devil's daughter

[lavelly]

Who: Lavellan and YOU, FRIENDO
When: End of July to the start of the August plot
Where: You pick, I'm flex. Lavellan is going to be all over the place trying to avoid people he knows.
What: Lavellan lost some control of his magic as resurrection damage. The result: shitposting.
Warnings: Silliness, secondhand embarrassment

Maybe you're at a restaurant. Maybe you're having a nice walk in the park, trying to avoid eye contact with the mistrustful natives. Maybe you're commiting petty larceny. Whatever you're doing, you're minding your own business, and certainly not prepared to get hit in the face with a magical prank.

Well, that's just too bad, buddy.

You may find yourself dealing with one (or more!) of several different bizarre experiences:

• You're pretty sure that meal you ordered was perfectly hot, a moment ago (or maybe it was cold, as it happens). Whichever it was, it's very suddenly the opposite now.


• Everything you touch shocks you. Not like a static electricity problem, you get an actual zap of pain. Not a bad one! But it quickly gets really annoying.


• Everyone around you is starting to move very quickly, to a superhuman degree. Or is it that you're slowing down? Every second stretches longer and everything around you accelerates as you gradually... come... to... a... stop.


• Your shirt is on fire. Or your pants. Or your hair. Sorry about that.


• There's a sense of dread. Everything that was perfectly innocent a moment ago seems like a threat, now. That flower right there? Fuck that flower. You want to be far away from that flower. Just look at it. It's sinister.


• Feel free to play fast and loose with any of these abilities if none of the above appeal to you! Use your imagination. Have fun with it. I'll roll with whatever.

Whatever it is that happens to you, there's someone in your periphery--maybe you know him, maybe you don't. But after a few moments it will pass, and he'll approach you, running his hands in his hair and generally seeming totally discombobulated.

"Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean--sorry. I don't know why this is happening."

[I will match format, go with whatever you feel comfortable with! And if you want a specific prompt or have any questions about how this stuff works, feel free to hit me up via PM or at listen.]

Comments

[lavelly]

[Lavellan's nodding absently, his gaze still elsewhere, wishing he didn't feel so uncomfortable. Wishing he had a reason he did.]

You're right, it's better than fighting.

[But there's already something--a hesitation. A doubt beginning to take root. He's spoken to Shepard already at this point, had his conviction shaken. Started to wonder. That there was maybe something else--something not right--

And then this man--

He shakes himself. He doesn't know enough to question.]

I'm sorry. Did you need something in particular?

[shashka]

Oh, nothing much.

[ yeah, there was definitely something that wasn't right here. it was... ]

I just thought it might be nice to talk to one of the only other non-Savrii here. Is there something wrong?

[ he adds a hint of concern into his voice. it seems real enough, but can one really be sure? ]

[lavelly]

[Lavellan shakes his head, a smile forcing itself back onto his face.]

No. No, sorry. I just haven't been able to focus very well, lately.

[...He misses the mediation center, thinking about it. It was easier to keep a clear head while he was there. There had always been people to help sort out his thoughts. Ever since he feels like he's been walking in a fog.]

It's a shame more of us aren't willing to listen to what they have to say.

[shashka]

[ there's more to it, but he's definitely not going to press the issue. the first rule of interrogation: never let the other person know how much you want the information that they have. besides, this wasn't an interrogation.

just a truly fascinating conversation that yielded some interesting results. ]

It might make things easier. Let them know that more of us just want to help.

[ ...people don't want to give up their individuality. that's really not shocking, is it? ]

[lavelly]

Yes. I--

[In the end, he lets his suspicions get the better of him.]

What made you see it differently? You're right that there are hardly any other people who came through the Ingress here at all.

[After all, Lavellan had distrusted them originally, too.]

[shashka]

Like I said, it reminds me a little of my homeland. And I'm nothing if not a loyal patriot.

[ and that wasn't a complete lie, though the connotations weren't entirely positive for the people that knew him well. but this guy had just met him. so... ]

[lavelly]

[A sudden, probably inappropriate curiosity strikes him, and he can't stop himself from asking.]

How do they do it in your homeland?

[How do they do what, moron.]

Ensure... cooperation, I mean.

[Something about that phrase sounds so wrong, but he won't let himself stop to examine it.]

[shashka]

[ he gives a genuine smile. what an "excellent" question. ]

They try the same thing. Talking to people, letting them know the right way of doing things. The problem though is that sometimes, people just want to fight back with force. Here, they don't have the same problem.

[ again, not a total lie, but definitely not really anything that resembles the truth. ]

We try our best. But our government could learn so much from the intermediaries.