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Thread: Dragon Age: Shield Maiden's Journey

Aimil waved the waitress away even after the man before her ordered something, perhaps it was odd, by the look on the young wench's face but she said nothing of it. The woman slid into a comfortable spot and pulled off her gauntlets, they were well worn now and they clattered as they hit the table. Unwise, She repeated softly after he had finished, shifting noisily in her seat. Any attack on any house is unwise , Valerius. Aimil tilted her lips downwards, almost into a scowl, but quickly she was trying to wave it off, the pinch of her eyebrows betraying how frustrated she really was. She felt bad for taking it out on him, he was faithful and more than a servant to her family, he was a loyal friend. It occurred to her there that she hadn't been the most kind of traveling companions. She had the decency to look pained, I apologize. But we're so close, more waiting is just.. she shuddered, unbearable. If Howe is working for Loghain then his forces-- the King's forces would be against us. The knot between her brows returned and she pressed her fingers to it. We cannot take on an army.
Thread: Dragon Age: Shield Maiden's Journey

Dario had become a regular at the tavern, often sharing stories with mercenaries, prostitutes, and other vagabonds. Today, he had chosen to drink with a local group of Crimson Oars. They were a few pints in, when it became Dario's turn to share his tale. Before each round, they would smack their mugs against the table and chant some kind of cheer about being a Crimson Oar or something, Dario wasn't really paying attention. This was because he was too busy eyeing a woman sitting next to him, and he was a little tipsy. So there I was, right? It was me and this guy I used to know, named Felipe. Our mission was to snipe some Orleasian Ambassador and some other guy from Highever. This was like six years ago, they were doing some kind of peace meeting. So I-- Dario paused mid-sentence when some boy near the bar started to sing loudly. Soooo, I pulled the string on my bow back, waiting for my shot. Felipe was aiming for the Orleasian, I was focused on the other-- Once again he paused, this time the whole table stared at the man with the totem. A look of annoyance, furled in Dario's eye brows, as he once again tried to continue the story. ANYWAYS... we sync-- OH MY MAKER. I will pay the next man ten silver, if you manage to shut that drunk up. Another thug angered by the Dwarven tunes, got up and tried to deal with Nathan. After the boy and elf left, Dario stood up and made his way to the bar to order two more drinks. I'll take two pints, on the house? Dario said with a smile as he flipped up his eye patch and winked with a perfectly fine eye, before concealing it again. Oh c'mon, Dario, you've had plenty on the house today. complained the bartender. This is how you treat a friend? What about when I stopped that drunk maniac last night? Besides, there's this Crimson Oar who's giving me those puppy dog eyes, and I want to see what diseases I can fetch from her! pleaded Dario. Fine! huffed the tavern owner, as two drinks were poured for Dario. On his way back to the table, Dario dropped ten silver onto the unconscious man, a deal was a deal after all. He then chugged one of his pints down, and then gagged, almost vomiting. He regretted the decision before continuing his story and starting on the other pint. Anyways, we sync up our shots, and hit both ambassadors in the neck, AT THE SAME TIME. Blood was spurting everywhere. It was actually quite beautiful. The end. Now, how's about me and you go meet a mutual friend of mine at the Pearl? he said to the lady on his left, trying to finish the story as quickly as he could. I'm married. And I'm no longer interested! Dario exclaimed as he left the table and stumbled out of the tavern, passing a man in raggedy clothes on his way to the Pearl.
Thread: Dragon Age: Shield Maiden's Journey

Aimil pursed her lips at her steward, I'm not Your Lady anymore, she reminded him, her tone was soft, but the pain was there. At least they could agree that caution would win this for them, but the idea of allies was puzzling. Who would be willing to attack the right-hand man to the King Reagent? She asked in a hushed tone, leaning forward over the table. Aimil sighed heavily and folded her hands over each other on the table, wringing them to keep them busy. 'Who would have been willing to attack us?' her mind countered, she only became more sullen. And how would we find them? Put up flyers? There was a hint of old humor in her tone, but it was quickly swallowed up by the sound of combat in the other room. She tilted her head to the door when it was over in only a few moments. As the strangers emerged she eyed them up, twice on the tall blonde warrior, but the eyes of her father's oldest friends made her turn away. The banter was amusing, but the drunken words of a man at the bar caught her attention, 'and some other guy from Highever', it was enough to lift her head. She made a face at Valerius and sat up in her seat further to peer out. It seemed to be an unsuccessful attempt to bed someone, and the warrior woman settled back down. Perhaps we should buy some swords? She pulled out her own coin purse, no longer did it overflow, but she had enough to get them along for a little while longer.
Thread: Dragon Age: Shield Maiden's Journey

My Lady, surely you jest. Not my lady anymore? said the aging warrior, a fire growing behind his eyes. Now, in case you haven't noticed, would be the time to stop being down, grow a spine, and stop feeling sorry for yourself. The teryning is lost, your family slain, yet here you sit hopeless and dejected, acting like a starving kitten! he roared. Valerius was thankful that the room was away from the rest of the bar, and thus he could raise his voice in relative safety. You are the last surviving Cousland. You are LADY Aimil of Highever, and so long as you hold that blade of yours your family and your spirit cannot and WILL NOT DIE. Now stop feeling sorry for yourself and get MAD! he preached. In a way, Valerius knew on some subconscious level that he was also speaking words of encouragement to himself. So many lives lost, each and every one of them having died in place of he- a man who, by all accounts, should have perished long ago. Sitting down with a sign, he knew that frustrating the young woman and himself would lead them nowhere. They had to plan accordingly, but Valerius had never undertaken a mission of this sort before. Most of his combat experience leading others was straightforward military procedure. I suppose hiring sellswords would be the easiest course of action. We have few allies, and desperation is a smelly perfume. The only problem, apart from lack of experience, would be finding sellswords who are loyal. Mercenaries only lust after one thing- coin. Whoever has the most, in this case Loghain, is who they are loyal to. he said, his expression turning sour at the mere mention of hiring mercenaries. It was unmistakable, hearing the voice that mentioned something about 'some other guy from Highever' in an assassination attempt. No doubt it was likely some fool grandstanding in an attempt to try and bed a local tavern maiden, but the voice said it occured roughly 6 years ago. Valerius could vaguely recall a member of the Cousland family having been murdered on a diplomatic mission around that time, and as a rule the old warrior did not believe in coincidence. Rising from his seat, he made a motion for the young female to wait there as he donned his gloves once more. Making his way towards the source of the voice, he kept his senses on full alert for anything unusual. Finding nothing- the person whom the voice belonged to must have left- Valerius came back to the room looking a tad more angry than before. You heard that too, right?
Thread: Dragon Age: Shield Maiden's Journey

I hope Isabella is in today, most of the ladies can be a little too lavish after the deed. Do you catch my drift? Dario mumbled as he stood with one hand pressed against the building he was urinating against. The Chantry priestess was not impressed as she crossed her arms and mentioned for the Templar to apprehend him. Dario started to come to as he came to a startling revelation. Oh Maker, what have I done? Dario said as he had a momentary shock of sobriety. You've pissed on Denerim's most sacred temple, is what you've done! retorted the Templar. Oh no, not that. I forgot my weapons in the tavern. I can't go to the Pearl unarmed! he said walking briskly back to retrieve his bow and arrows. The templar and the preistess stood stunned, not knowing what to do. He stumbled back in, a certain growling in his stomach trying to exit through his throat. He returned to his table, and found his equipment surprisingly not stolen. He smirked and reached down for the armaments before falling off balance and knocking over a table. Some ale slid off and onto a fellow patron, who furiously stood up wiping off the spilled beer. As Dario slung his quiver over his back, he was startled to see the man towering over him with a fiery look in his eyes. Dario gulped and did the only thing that came to his mind. Excuse me sir. But I must apologize for my drunken nature. Dario said trying to stand. The man's scrunched face suddenly lightened as he said this. Oh, well. As long as you're sorry, everything's fine. he said laughing as he patted Dario on the shoulder. Really? That's grea-- HURALLLAAGGGGHHH! Dario tried to express before vomiting all over the man's chest. Well now you're going to have to die. I figured as much. Dario sighed cleaning the bile from his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

Autumn always bored Peeves. The worst he could do was track in mud from outside. Winter brought snow and he could pelt the students with slush or ice, spring brought the rains and soggy students looking to get dry only to find themselves pelted with water balloons. What did autumn have? Mud and leaves. Still, beginning of term was always better than the middle of the summer with no one but dear old Dumbles here, and he didn't mess with the headmaster. No, Dumbledore commanded even Peeves's respect. So with only ghosts and Filch to harass for three long months, autumn was refreshing in that he had so many more students to pick on. Term had technically started last Friday, being the first of September. The students had settled in over the weekend old friends reunited and new friends being made. Peeves could see that it had been very hard, therefore, for most students to get up and face Monday's classes. If only there were someone to make it just that much worse for them...oh wait. There was. The poltergeist was just trying to decide who to start with. Ickle firsties were always fun, but too easy. He wanted to start the year off with a bang perhaps literally, but the Weasley twins had gone. He was bobbing along the ceiling of a busy corridor when he spotted one of his favorites. With a grin he darted down three floors to the potions supply room. Maggie pushed her way through the crowd toward her first class of the year, Charms. She liked Charms and the kind professor who taught it. Of course, it was possible that being head of Ravenclaw that Professor Flitwick tended to favor her and a few of her friends, but Hermione Granger was a favorite too. People thought Hermione, who was in her year, to be naturally friends with most if not all Ravenclaws, but Maggie didn't actually know her that well. Someone waving caught her attention. Looking up, Maggie smiled and waved at Ernie MacMillan. She frowned, unable to make out what he was saying at this distance. She moved closer, but Ernie started pointing upwards. Slime. At the shock of the blow, Maggie had opened her mouth and got a mouthful of whatever it was Peeves had dumped on her. She understood a split second too late that Ernie had been trying to warn her. With a tired sigh, the sixth year wiped the slime out of her eyes and looked up to see Peeves cackle and blow a raspberry before zooming away. Shaking her head, she tried to wipe off as much as she could. What was this stuff, anyway? It smelled like it might be frog sputum...
Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

Blaise Zabini never looked forward to these dual sessions. He could get the basic reason behind them, sure. Fostering inter-house competition and friendships, if it came to that, but he usually found them dreadfully dull. The Gryffindor house but for the notable exception of Hermione Granger was a house full of dullards at best. The Hufflepuffs were, in their own special little way, even worse. He'd often viewed the house as the miscellaneous drawer of houses, with the others at least getting virtues, but the Hufflepuffs being relegated to Oh, but they try so hard!, a notion that bothered him. The Ravenclaws weren't quite so bad, though. Blaise had always prized himself for his intelligence rather than his blood purity. Sure, he played at the whole blood purity thing because his mother believed it, and his various friends in Slytherin were also proponents for it, but it didn't bother him so much. Were it not for his own ambitions and frank vanity, he would have likely been a Ravenclaw rather than a Slytherin. He was presently sitting towards the back of the class, looking over the rest of them. Presently, Draco was nearby, and was prattling on about something or another as Flitwick went on with the class. Blaise watched with some amount of curiosity as the familiar specter of Peeves slipped through the wall with a pot of... something... and promptly upended it over a blonde's head, several rows down. Blaise's eyes briefly narrowed as he looked her over from above, and several students in the class broke out in laughter, among them Draco. A Ravenclaw he recognized. He couldn't but a name to the face, but he knew here the same way many others did she was the deaf girl. He wasn't sure why he did it, but Blaise dug into his robe, withdrawing his wand a large, sleek black walnut wand cored by a dragon heartstring, before flicking it almost carelessly with a whisper of the spell scourgify . Almost instantly, the slime that Peeves had dropped onto Maggie's head disappeared without a trace. Draco stared at him openly, as did a few other curious students who glanced up his way, but Blaise paid them little attention as the slid the wand back into his robe. Of them, Flitwick was perhaps the one who stared hardest of all. Er, the little man began. He had been about to draw his wand to do the very same thing, and wasn't expecting to be pre-empted by any student. Much less a Slytherin. Ahem. Five points to Slytherin. In any event, back to the lesson, Flitwick said. He gave Blaise one last, curious look before turning back to the board he'd been writing on.
Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

Maggie didn't scream, didn't cry. She had flinched and gasped in surprise,but she was far too used to this by now. Since discovering that he could make all the noise he wanted and still sneak up on her, Peeves had been trying to get at her almost daily for the past four years. To be honest, it was getting very, very old and it was a wonder to her that anyone but first years found it funny anymore. She had been used to people making fun of her or treating her as if she was mentally challenged long before she'd come to Hogwarts, so that didn't phase her either. Instead with a weary sigh she reached into her bag to pull out her wand. By the time her hand had reached the bag she and her belongings were all clean. She turned to her friend Adriana, sitting next to her, and signed -thank you.- Adriana shook her head and jerked her head towards the back row. Maggie turned in her seat to see Draco Malfoy staring with some disbelief at Blaise Zambini. Personally she didn't believe it what she knew of Blaise, only by reputation of course, was vanity and arrogance. Still she gave him a small smile and turned back around. Five points to Slytherin still glistened on her paper before disappearing. So it was true. That was...interesting. In her first year, Professor Flitwick had shown Maggie how to bewitch her quill to write what was being said long enough for her to take notes, then disappear so it couldn't be considered cheating. She'd had a quick quotes quill before, but this was much more accurate and saved on parchment. If Flitwick had given five points to Blaise then it must have been him. Hey! Wait! After class Maggie pushed her way against the tide of students to follow Blaise. Finally she got to him and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. I just wanted to thank you, she said once he'd turned around, signing quickly as she spoke out of habit, for helping me in class, I mean. It was very...surprising, all things considered. But a nice sort of surprise. She smiled brightly, unable to hear that her own voice sounded a little odd. I'm Maggie, by the way. Maggie Cartwright. She stuck out her hand to shake.
Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

The rest of the class seemed to pass somewhat uneventfully. Blaise seemed to be getting the cold shoulder from his friend, which didn't surprise him so much. Draco had seemed a little distant from them anyway. He had his guesses as to why that could be, mostly gleaned from his ever-gossiping mother. As Blaise departed class, snaking in front of a couple of other students so as to leave Draco momentarily behind in the back row, he considered what was next. Lunch, of course, and then potions. Good lord, he couldn't stand Slughorn. He was briefly considering if there was anyway to ditch that class before he found himself in the grip of a Ravenclaw girl, grabbing him by the shoulder. He turned on his heel, looking down to Maggie. The girl he'd magicked clean, of course. Don't mention it. Peeves is a nuisance to everyone, Blaise said easily. He honestly still didn't have much of an answer for what he'd done, but hating Peeves seemed to be a pretty good excuse. He could probably spin some lie to the Baron to smack Peeves up one side of the castle and down the other. That'd bring a smile to his face. As she stuck out her hand to introduce herself, he hesitated for a moment before taking it. Cartwright he knew the name. Pureblood family. Blaise Zabini, he said back. He knew the girl was deaf, but apparently she could read lips. Well enough, he supposed. He glanced out of the corner of his eye Malfoy, who seemed to be a little bit steamed after being left behind so brusquely. Great.
Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

Maggie smiled. She hadn't expected to receive any sort of answer, so this was another pleasant surprise. Everyone deserved a chance, she figured, and was always pleased when someone went against the stereotype that Hufflepuffs were stupid, Ravenclaws cold, Gryffindors jocks, and Slytherins assholes. It was funny what you could find out about someone when you bothered to take the time. What the Hell, Blaise?! Why--? Oh... Draco came wading through the students up behind Maggie. I'll bet she's hot for you now, isn't she? he said just as loudly though still behind her back. Girls like that always are do something nice for them and they follow you around like some lost puppy. He rolled his eyes and sneered. Maggie caught that Blaise had seen someone behind her and turned around. She tried to smile pleasantly, but unlike the former with whom she'd had no prior experience she'd run into Draco a few times. She was unlikely to give him the benefit of the doubt. Hi Draco, she said pleasantly, keeping her voice even. She rolled her eyes when he mouthed wordless nonsense at her. I'm not an idiot, I know when you're actually talking. Thought we'd gotten over this childish crap years ago? Draco snickered. All just a bit of fun, don't get your knickers in a twist. He looked over her head at Blaise and pointed to her. Seriously though, what's with the voice? He made strange noises in the back of his throat, making it sound as if he thought her mentally challenged. Maggie, who'd been watching, turned pink and spun on her heel. I'll see you later maybe, she said quietly to Blaise, eyes lowered to the floor. Um...thanks. Keeping her head low and eyes down she disappeared into the crowd. Maggie was used to being made fun of it had happened all her life and was likely to continue into adulthood and she didn't really mind much, especially since she couldn't hear it. Draco Malfoy, the asshole, had picked the one thing she was sensitive about. She didn't know what her own voice sounded like, but she had been tormented enough in childhood about it that she preferred to sign so other people wouldn't hear it. There were some instances, like when people didn't know sign language, that it couldn't be helped and she'd have to speak. Often around people like Draco Malfoy she would regret it almost instantly and make a private, short-lived resolve never to talk again. Watching her walk away, Draco laughed. Fuck, you'd think she'd be used to it by now! So what, was she just giving you a pair of her panties or something? he snickered again. What was with that, anyway? Peeves was brilliant!
Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

Blaise favored Draco with a cool look. He wasn't the worst in the school, let alone Slytherin. But for all the intelligence he'd inherited from his father, Lucius, he seemed dead set upon wasting it all on petty insults. It was really easy to never improve when you already had it in your head that you were perfect. Goodbye, Maggie, Blaise said as Draco trampled over their conversation and drove the Ravenclaw away. Then Blaise turned an eye on Draco. I would think that there were better things to do with one's time then antagonize a Ravenclaw. A pureblood at that, Blaise said coolly. Besides. Peeves is a bothersome little tit, no matter which way you slice it. Would that Dumbledore make himself useful and have the thing exorcised, Blaise said wistfully. In any case, it couldn't hurt to endear oneself to the other pureblooded families. There are not so many of us left, and it doesn't hurt to consider that, hm? Blaise asked, as he turned from Draco, but not so quickly so as to leave the other student behind. Instead, they both had lunch just then, and the Great Hall was promising a late summertime feast, which was always appealing.
Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

Draco shrugged. What do I care she's a pureblood? They're no friends of my family, which probably means they throw their lot in with the Weasleys. He snorted derisively as he followed Blaise to the Great Hall. What, doesn't hurt to consider that there aren't many of us left? Draco arched an eyebrow. You sound like you're talking about breeding. He laughed as food appeared on his plate and he picked up his fork and knife. Because we're pure and elite doesn't make us animals, Blaise. He dug in hungrily, having skipped breakfast that morning in favor of a trip to the Room of Requirement--though Blaise didn't know that. As he chewed he spotted the blonde Ravenclaw signing rapidly with her friends between bites--she hadn't many, but the few she did have were very close--and an idea began to form. Blaise had been so keen on endearing himself to the pureblooded retard...How close was he willing to get? Seduce her, he said once he'd swallowed. Glancing sideways at his friend, or as close to a real friend Draco Malfoy could have, a smirk spread across his lips. You wanna endear yourself to her family so much, seduce her. Bet you a hundred Galleons you can't do it. He grinned, confident Blaise would turn down the challenge rather than lower himself to regular conversation with the handicapped.