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brickbybrick2014-03-29 01:36 pm
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and now it seems like the whole world's waiting
↪ Pick one of my characters (speed will depend on how rusty I am with them) OR drop any character of yours in and get a random choice.
↪ Use RNG and enter 1-14 for a scene; roll again for specifics.
↪ Or cheat and just pick something.
↪ You can also just throw a picture, quote, or whatever kind of prompt you want.
↪ OPTIONAL: combine a bunch of memes and scenarios and go nuts.
↪ NOT optional: HAVE ALL THE FUN OR ELSE.
I. BED INVADERS
A. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous CR, etc.)1. WAKE THEM UP. You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
2. PRANK! Oh, this has just got to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
3. CAN'T BEAT 'EM, JOIN 'EM. Push 'em over & snuggle up. You're too tired to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
4. LET THEM SLEEP. Whatever. It's noon. They're asleep and you've got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.
B. Decide you have NO CLUE who is person is! (No CR, castmates who have never met, crosscanon, etc.)5. SCREAM 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP!' Really. Default action going on here.
6. PRANK! What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise what you do.)
7. GENTLY AWAKEN THEM. Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted, but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
8. GET TO KNOW THEM NON-BIBLICALLY. Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. AS a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
9. TIE 'EM UP. FUNCTIONAL typing up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.
C. Decide - fuck the police. You heard. Fuck 'em.10. YOU MOVE FORWARD AND MAKE YOUR OWN FATE.
II. ROAD TRIP
1. BREAK DOWN. Oh snap. Your car decided to break down out in the middle of nowhere. WHAT DO? Is that Leatherface? Will this be "Children of the Corn"?
2. HITCHHIKERS? Is this even a good idea? Threads may also have a third participant. Go wild.
3. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HIT? Dude, I hear deer mess up cars... Or I think that was a deer...
4. DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND. Alas. You're the parent or disgruntled friend who has had it up to here with all the fighting in the bakc. This thread may also have a third or even fourth participant, if you can wing it.
5. OMG, I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS LANDMARK! No, no, and no. You tell that person that they're going to be driven around and they're going to like it.
6. THE GREAT ESCAPE. Either dinosaurs or the mothman is chasing you. Don't stop now.
7. MAKE OUT. For whatever reason, the person you're traveling ith in the car. You would love to make out with them and then some.
III. CUDDLES
1. SWEET DREAMS. It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
2. STORMY WEATHER. The heavy rain, thunder, and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
3. SLOW DANCE. It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
4. SURPRISE ATTACK. Time to invade someone's personal sapce. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
5. MOVIE NIGHT. It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
6. I LOVE YOU, MAN. It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
7. JEEPERS CREEPERS. Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
8. HURT AND COMFORT. Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped, or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
9. SUNDAY MORNING. Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there's just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart's content.
10. MOMENT AFTER. You just had incredible, vigorous sex and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
11. MENAGE A TROIS. Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
12. PLAYER'S CHOICE. Pick one or make up your own!
IV. HURT/COMFORT
1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though.
6. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to make up.
7. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
8. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheat on, abuse, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
9. LOSS. You've experienced a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
V. FIGHT
1. FISTFIGHT. Straight-up, unfussy, no-holds-barred facepunching. Clearly you're emotionally invested in this argument. Or maybe you want some stress relief.
2. BAR FIGHT. Someone's had one too many drinks. Curses are being slurred, bottles are being smashed. Just don't be surprised if you get thrown out.
3. VERBAL. A caustic, intellectual battle of wits? Or just immature playground insults? Either way, the fighthing here isn't physical; sticks and stones can break your bones, but we'll see if words can hurt you...
4. WEAPONRY. Fencing practice or a real swordfight? Paintball or battlefield gunfight? The only limits are your imagination (and the extents of human military engineering, of course)!
5. SPARRING. Maybe you're a streetwise punk teaching the new kid on the block the ropes of self-defense. Or perhaps you just want to get some practice in before your karate exam.
6. SEXY. That collar-grabbing led to a kiss, that knee stayed in a place a little too long, those gazes got a little intense... There's heavy breathing here, but it might not be because you've been exerting yourself.
7. DUEL. You insulted the wrong person. Or got caught cheating at cards. A duel, sir, a duel! The glvoes are off (and slapping you) and it's pistols at dawn.
8. COMPETITIVE. Boxing, wrestling, martial arts, the possibilities are endless. Just remember: the first rule of Fight Club...
9. OTHER. Combine any of the above, or make up your own!
VI. BODY HORROR
1. WATER-DWELLING. You've grown gills, or your skin is turning translucent, or you're sprouting fins, or maybe you're outright turning into some form of sea life. It doesn't matter what you're turning into - what does matter is taht you're slowly losing the ability to breathe air, and there's no water in sight.
2. ANIMAL. Something bit you, and you're turning into an animal. Your bones lengthen or perhaps shrink, break, twist, and reform. Your teeth lengthen or shorten. And above all, you feel your instincts being overridden. Your senses sharpen; you notice smells you never did before. Your vision becomes more sensitive to movement. If you're a predator? Man, these people look mighty tasty. Prey? OH GOD. EVERYTHING IS TERRIFYING. Lizard? Enjoy your new inability to regulate body temperature. Bird? Have fun with the whole beak and hollowing bones. And don't get us started on insects and arachnids.
3. PARASITIC. Something's inside you, and it's changing you from within, chewing up your insides and altering your thoughts. You're not sure how much longer you're going to be you, and when the parasite's going to take over completely...
4. DEMONIC. You've been meddling with dark powers beyond the ken of mortal man, and it seems you've accidentally sold your soul. Will you be the traditional kind of demon, horns and hooves, or something far more terrifying and ineffable?
5. UNDEAD. No doubt about it, you're dying. But as you are, something's been altered in you. Maybe you're becoming a vampire - and not the fun kind either; we're talking ugly, ravenous, and mad. Maybe you're a zombie, or a ghoul, and human flesh looks mighty tasty. Or maybe you're just turning into a ghost bent on vengeance. In any case, death is never fun.
6. CYBERNETIC. Get captured by the Borg? Strapped to an operating table? INjected with nanites? Whatever happened to you, you're slowly turning into something half-human, half-machine, and your squishy bits are being replaced by mechnical components.
7. LOVECRAFTIAN. You've heard their song, the terrors from beyond the stars, and even no they sing in your blood as your frlesh transmutes into something ineffable and unknowable. You revel in the pain. You feel even as you seek to spread it, to herald the end of all things... Or maybe worse. You're aware of the transition as your mind becomes not your own.
8. FUSION/HIVEMIND. Youv'e begun to fuse with the first person who tagged you - physically, mentall, or both. Soon, you can't tell who is who, which one of you is the real you, as yur thoughts become one. Join in the fleshsong, mortal.
9. INANIMATE. Your body slowly petrifies and hardens, tuning to stone, wood, glass, or somethign stranger still. Or perhaps you liquefy or maybe you dissolve into the air itself.
10. WILDCARD. Pick whatever you like, combine a few options, or make up your own.
VII. HIGH SCHOOL AU
1. CLASS TIME. Pick your class, pick your seat. Whether you're paying attention or goofing off, you're interacting constantly with someone else.
2. BREAK TIME. Those precious minutes that aren't lunch, usually half an hour if you're lucky. Are you hanging out on the grass, rushing to get homework finished, or bunking off school early?
3. LUNCH TIME. Food, glorious food! ... As long as you're not eating the school lunches. What sort of chaos will you get up to in the endless queue that is the lunch line?
4. FOOD FIGHT. The natural reaction to being served school lunches: throwing them as far away from you as possible. You're caught in the middle, or maybe you're instigating it. Who knows? No one can tell.
5. STUDY PERIOD. Yeah. "Studying." They mean catching up on gossip, right? Or watching that crappy TV in the common room? Or maybe you really want to study. I'm not judging.
6. SKIPPING SCHOOL. Did you even get to school before you bunked off somewhere? Or did you just take the bus five stops further and in to town? Hope you don't get caught, either way.
7. EXAM WEEK. You're going into an exam, or just cramming every last bit of knowledge into your head. Either way, good luck! You're going to need it.
8. DETENTION. What did you do? Or were you innocent and wrapped up in your friend's scheme, and now you both have detention? I do not envy you at any rate.
9. SUMMER HOLIDAY. SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER! Burn your books, burn your uniforms. Everything is over for another 6 weeks (or however long you get off).
10. FACULTY. Oh, hello miss/sir. No, we weren't talking about bunking. Yep, you're the teacher. IMPORTANT NOTE: If you get this option, you or your partner can do a second roll for the scenario.
11. TAKE YOUR PICK. Free for you. Whether you want to pick something from the list, or make up your own scenario, this option allows that. (Of course, you could just bypass the rolling entirely.)
VIII. APOCALYPSE HOW
1. LAST ACTION HERO. You tried your best to save the world, but despite the superpowers, the teamwork, and the sacrifice of many good friends, you couldn't quite pull it off. Now you're left with your guilt and a universe where half the people left are depending on you to help them, while the rest are trying to hunt you down for your failures. Good luck with that, hero.
2. SCIENCE SAVIOR. They said it was impossible, they said it was futile, but you know that if you just got a little bit of support you could fix all of the world's troubles. Maybe your experiments are a bit on the unethical side, but the survival of humanity is depending on you! You can't let the world down. Time to grab those test-tubes and get yourself a lab assistant that doesn't mind getting their hands dirty.
3. THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH. Well, it's finally happened. A virus or disease or genetic mutation has all but wiped out members of the opposite sex and humanity is doomed. But what's this? A lone survivor? As the saviour of the species, they'll be glad to lend a hand (or reproductive organ) to help restore the population, right? Maybe a little bit of persuasion is in order.
4. SO LONELY. You haven't talked to another person in days and you're starved for conversation. So when you finally meet another lone traveler it makes total sense to stick together, right? Maybe share some food, some companionship, some ammo. . . . Better hope you both get along.
5. MUTATION STATION. The bomb dropped and some people weren't fortunate enough to go in the blast. Now those left behind have to deal with nuclear winter, a dwindling food supply, and some strange additions to the human gene code. Maybe these superhumans are friendly and misunderstood. Then again, maybe they just want to eat your brains.
6. LAST DANCE. The world is ending. You know it, everyone knows it, so the only thing left to do is party like it's 1999. Complete your bucket list, do the things you never got the chance to do before, and maybe screw up the courage to do the things you were too scared to even think about doing. Oh, and watch out for looters.
7. FREEBIE SCENARIO. Anything you can think of that isn't already mentioned can go here.
IX. PARANOIA
1. EROTOMANIA. That person loves you. They belong to you. They might deny it and be with someone else but they're ridiculous. You know better here.
2. DISTRUST. Simple as it sounds, you're being lied to. You can't prove it but you're not falling for their tricks anymore.
3. HALLUCINATIONS. A vague classic. Those sounds, those sights, your senses are screwed up and the world is upside down. There's plenty of senses to screw.
4. TAINTED. You're completely wrong. Is it in your family's blood? Is it parasites? A disease? Aliens? A sin? But it's consuming you, whatever it is.
5. CONSPIRACY. Why are they after you? Who knows. Maybe you know. But everyone is in on it and you're the only one left fighting against it.
6. CONTROL. Your actions aren't your own, even if others insist they are. Somehow, either drugs or magic or something, someone is making you their puppet.
7. FIXATION. Either it's in you or someone else or a thing but this imperfection is clawing at your mind. Just fix it. Fix it and you can rest.
8. FOLIE A DEUX. The more either you or the other person talks, the more you feed into this unease and the more real it sounds. What can you two alone do?
9. REPLACEMENTS. Is it just this person or is everyone being replaced with a fake? You're not a fake, though. You won't let them replace you.
10. REAL. Is any of this real? Maybe you're dreaming or drugged. Maybe you're dead. But you need to prove that this is really happening, whatever it takes.
X. MOOD MISMATCH
The character tagging in can be the cause, the subject, or the witness of a more or less (in)appropriate display of feelings.
I. WOEFULLY
1. Take over the world.
2. Eat chocolate cake.
3. Train with them.
4. Attend a party thrown for them, or for you.
5. Get crowned / promoted / awarded a high honour by, or beside them.
6. Receive a dazzling gift from them.
II. ANGRILY
1. Carry out a domestic task with their help.
2. Make them a sandwich.
3. Direct them in traffic.
4. Propose, or commit to them.
5. Deliver their mail / missive / gift.
6. Give them a massage.
III. BLISSFULLY
1. Break their heart.
2. Read out a defamatory article about them, or a vicious critical review of their work.
3. Trigger a curse/mechanism that condemns you both to some terrible chore or fate.
4. Destroy all that is dear to them.
5. Share your germs. All of them.
6. Sign you both up for a nigh-suicide mission.
IV. SENSUALLY
1. Mop the(ir?) floor.
2. Carry out a mundane phone conversation.
3. Vandalize public property.
4. Take down your enemies.
5. Play chess.
6. Confess to them, or give a report of your activity.
V. POLITELY
1. Take them hostage.
2. Knock them out.
3. Pickpocket them.
4. Confront them about something you learned by listening in on their private conversations, reading their (e-)mail, or having their house under surveillance.
5. Betray them.
6. Try to kill them, or have them killed.
XI. RANDOM LOCATION
1. LOST. Oh shit, how did you even get here.
2. ON THE RUN. Getting away from someone or something that's after you.
3. TREASURE HUNTING. Something you desire is here. Maybe it's being guarded or you're competing for it.
4. TRAVELLING. You turned up here on purpose. Why is up to you.
5. ESCAPE. Things have gone wrong and you need to get out of this place.
6. DISASTER. Something awful has happened whether you're the cause, a witness or there to help.
7. INVASION. It's a siege! Are you defending or attacking?
8. HOME. It's actually where you live.
9. DUEL. The predetermined location to end a feud.
10. WHATEVER. Just make something up, whatever.
XII. STOP! SOMEONE IS NAKED IN YOUR...
1. BED. Waking up after a wild night or just getting ready for bed?
2. OFFICE. Getting a leg up at work? Caught in a moment of indiscretion?
3. YARD. Someone's been communing with nature...
4. CAR. The warmth of a heater during snowfall... or the aircon during a melting summer.
5. BEACH. Oh look, there's a floating swimsuit... and there's its owner.
6. RIVER. God, can't even fish without hooking the wrong species.
7. BATTLEFIELD. Oops, someone looted the wrong corpse... who isn't actually a corpse.
8. SCHOOL. All right, who's been raiding the locker room?
9. BATHROOM. . . . Oh, hey, who needs a shower, right?
10. PARK. Sun and grass and lots of people to . . . watch . . . oh my.
11. . . . CLOTHES?? Okay, technically they are clothed, but it's not their clothes dammit.
12. OTHER. Because there are way, way too many more places than I can think of.
XIII. INTIMACY
1. PHYSICAL INTIMACY. It might just be innocent touches or it might be during sex.
2. LONG CONVERSATIONS. Honest words can be more intimate than touch.
3. DRUNK. You're oversharing or simply maudlin.
4. FORCED INTIMACY. Magic. A truth serum, whatever - you didn't mean to bare your soul, but that is precisely what you're doing right now.
5. SLOW-DANCING. There is something inherently intimate about trusting someone else to lead you, and someone trust you to lead them.
6. OTHER. Intimacy can come in many forms. Pick your poison.
XIV. OTHER
1. BOUNTY HUNTERS. You're wanted. And someone is chasing you. Maybe it isn't your fault? But maybe you did rob that bank. Either way, there's someone after that price on your head. Confront them, or run? Specify hunter or hunted.
2. TRUTH. You can't tell a lie. Maybe both of you can't, or only one of you, but now is the time to ask those embarrassing questions.
3. OBEDIENCE. The person posting is compelled to obey, no matter what. (Un)Fortunately the person commenting is compelled to give orders. All orders given must be obeyed.
4. LOTUS EATERS. The person posting is trapped in their own dream of personal paradise. The person commenting is trapped with them. Help free them, or fall into paradise?
5. PLANTS OF DEATH. Plants are trying to kill you. (Something's . . . happening.)
6. INSOMNIA. One or both of you can't sleep, and that sucks. Be awake together.
7. DREAMWALKING. One of you is trapped in the other's dream - or nightmare.
8. SOULMATES. You are meant to be, whether the relationship is functional or . . . less so.
9. PICTURE/QUOTE PROMPT. Throw a bunch of pictures and/or quotes around and see what happens, freeform style! Try RP Visualocities orA Sea Of Quotes.
10. OTHER-WORLDLY. Go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times if you like. Mix & match.
picture prompt | this will probs be short idek which of our verses this is
[A wedding march is meant to herald the start of a beautiful new life as one soul walks down the aisle to join another at the altar. To Elle, the notes playing on the piano might as well be a funeral dirge. Her long brown hair flies behind her in an unruly mass when she bursts through the church doors without her veil. Sight and sound are a blur as she urges her feet forward, trying to ignore the warm redness seeping through her dress and into the spaces between her fingers. Her hands are pressed to the bleeding gash at her side, trying to staunch the flow as her gown goes from white to rust. She must stay steady on her feet. She has to get to him.
There are people rushing to her side but she shakes her head, using what little strength she has left to push past them. All hell is breaking loose around her but it's all a faded wash of watercolor in her eyes. At the steps before the altar, she falls into her groom's arms. In his ears, she whispers a plea.]
Don't ask how. Don't ask why. Marry me before I go.
N O P E
Stay with me, Elle. Please. [Someone comes closer, and he snaps at them to call an ambulance, and do it fast.] You're going to be okay. You'll be okay, just keep your eyes open, you'll be fine--
[He sounds desperate, scared, up to his ears in denial, and, well, he is. The wedding march plays on, sounding more like a lament now, and the people crowd around him and her, and Robb is shaking apart, pleading for Elle to hold on like it's going to make any difference.]
YEP tho w/e we can always do hospital revival
T-to have and to h-hold...
[Her hand traces his spine through his suit jacket, moving up and down, trying to soothe him. She wants to believe him, to live and hold on. If she hangs onto him, maybe. If she hugs him tight enough. If she can finish.]
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For better or for worse. [he chokes, a plea underlining his words. Stay. Stay, please, Elle.] For richer or for poorer.
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'Til death...
['Til now. 'Til later. How much later?]
Robb Stark | Quote prompt
[Sansa dries herself and changes into clean clothes brought to her by Lady Mormont. She can't believe she's back among northerners again, and that she will soon see her mother and brother again. How long has it been since she left Winterfell? It seems like many years have passed, like she's such a different person than the young, spoiled princess that left home with her father and sister...
But right now, it will not do to delve on sad memories. She must strong and ready to meet Robb, make him feel proud of her, not make him feel like he has a new burden to carry. She may have escaped King's Landing, but the Lannisters still sit on the throne, and Joffrey must be hunting her. Sansa hopes that this time, at least, the monsters won't win.]
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That was before, though, before his bannermen crowned him, before the war, before everything, and now all that Robb wants is to go home. Not to a burned, blackened husk, mind--home, where Bran and Rickon are still alive and safe, where he and Jon can race each other till they're out of breath, where Arya sneaks around and steals lemoncakes from the kitchens the way Robb himself used to, where Sansa can be safe and happy.
But home no longer exists, and in its place is a burned and ruined skeleton. Arya's missing, most likely dead, Bran and Rickon are dead too (as far as he knows), Jon is on the Wall, and Sansa--gods, Sansa.
Sometimes he feels as if he has the weight of the world resting heavy on his head. That he's become more used to the crown's weight doesn't mean he doesn't sometimes feel it anymore, feel the weight of his duties and responsibilities pressing down on him--all it means is that he's accepted them, for the most part. He is a king, now, and he has to act like one.
The man who comes to knock on Sansa's door, though, isn't the King in the North, though Lady Mormont certainly told him. It's Robb, just Robb, her brother, and he prays that she still sees him that way.]
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She smiles shyly at him, trying to act like a Lady. But unable to help herself, she throws herself into his arms, tears falling silently.]
Oh Robb! It's you, it's really you!
picture prompts, for bucky.
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The second is Paris, and sweat-soaked sheets, and kissing in the shower, and the taste of her lipstick. If he remembers right, it's the closest thing he ever felt to being human, to being alive--he's not entirely sure he's remembering it right, because god knows his memories have been tampered with enough, and now that there's no bringing him back to cryo, now that there's no wiping him clean again, they're a mess--a disorganized, blood-soaked mess with holes in it.
But he remembers Paris well enough.
He visits the Smithsonian, out of--he's not quite sure, but something pulled him there, to the Captain America exhibit. Maybe it's a memory, itching at the back of his mind (I'm following him), but he walks past the crowd and sees his own face, only in black and white, clean and lighter and alive. The only Howling Commando to have given his life in service to his country, and he doesn't say a word.
Bucky. The Captain--Steve--had called him that, but the nickname is at the same time foreign and familiar, like an old shirt that doesn't quite fit the same way anymore. Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.
When he leaves the Smithsonian, it's with more questions than he started out with. He walks on, and halfway to the bus stop he realizes someone's following him. He walks for a few blocks more, not giving any indication that he's noticed, then--when they're somewhere more remote--comes to a stop.]
Natalia. [It's a guess, but he's certain he's right. Steve might be trying to look for him, look for his dead best friend who isn't dead anymore, but he's covered his tracks too well for Steve to be able to find him for some time yet. Natalia, though--she's a different story entirely.]
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following him was part of her job, so she told herself. she could keep anyone tailing him off his back - and to be fair, there had been a tail, which she'd dispatched neatly (perhaps with a bit more force than usual). SHIELD would want to know where he had vanished to, so that they could track him down after the organization was a bit more stable. maybe she'd give them what they wanted to know. maybe not.
she wasn't foolish enough to think that he hadn't noticed her either; spending that much time with HYDRA, he probably learned to sleep with one eye open. still, she followed him to a relatively deserted location, breaking every single rule in her book if only because it was him. for paris. for her childhood. for all the times he'd pulled her out of situations that she'd gotten into, for the training he'd given her that had kept her alive for so long, for the first time she kissed someone and actually meant it, rather than for an assignment. for all of those things, even if he couldn't remember them.
natalia.
no one had called her that in a long time and it's enough to bring her out, stepping around the corner of the alley she'd taken cover in. it feels vulnerable, in the middle of the sidewalk, and she tries to tell herself that anyone could have told him that name - he could have received it from HYDRA, he could have read her file, it didn't mean anything. it felt like it meant something. ]
I hope you didn't think you'd be rid of us that easily.
[ banter is easier than actually confronting him, especially considering just a few hours ago he had tried to kill her. acknowledging that she remembered him gave him an opening - but he would know, he had to know. ]
Any other museums you want to see while you're in town? I hear the Museum of Natural History has a new exhibit on dinosaurs that's supposed to be good.
aaaand about a month or so later welp
It might be trust. Or it might just be wary caution, because he doesn't know how long she was able to follow him without his noticing, and between the two of them, he's the one with a clear disadvantage here, something that rankles with him. (It's a half-lie, a part of him knows why, but it's long-buried, and if it's trying to claw its way up out of the recesses of his mind, it's got more than enough competition.)
He looks at her, gaze searching. Then, in a voice a little rough from disuse:]
I remember you. [A breath, then he adds,] A little better than I used to.
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slowly, deliberately, she approaches, her stance seemingly relaxed even as the twitches of various muscles in her shoulders betray her intent to protect herself should he strike. she wants to trust him, but this has nothing to do with what she wants. trust is a luxury that she can no longer afford, especially with him. he'd shot her, after all. twice. she didn't intend to give him the chance for a third. ]
I thought you might, one day. [ not this soon, though. she'd just managed to hide her quick intake of breath indicating her surprise. ] James.
[ his name is more of a confirmation than anything else. ]
Do you believe Steve now?
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really, though, she liked being anywhere hawke was. hawke always had something interesting to say, and she could certainly say there was never a dull moment when they went out together.
merrill enters the estate (unannounced), a few flowers tucked quite neatly and meticulously in a rather dingy looking wooden pitcher. ]
Hawke? Hawke, are you home? I should hope you're home, as the door was left unlocked. Do robberies happen as often as they do in the alienage, I wonder? You'd think they'd learn none of us have all that much of value.
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More often than you'd think, at least at first. The ones with good sense left when they saw Carver. [She nods to said mabari--stroke of genius, naming it Carver, if she does say so herself. Even if the actual Carver protests.] Seems like all the thieves in Hightown developed some good sense, after a while. I like to think he's a major factor.
[And that's when she catches sight of the flowers.]
Those look vaguely familiar. You didn't happen to pick them on the way here, did you?
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[ her attention is then drawn to the makeshift vase in her hand. ] Oh! Yes! Some flowers were growing in the alienage, so I decided to uproot them for you. [ she points to a couple rather sad looking ones. ] They.. aren't too durable. I decided to visit Sundermount to find some prettier ones for you.
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[Somewhere, Carver (the human) disapproves.]
They're lovely. [It's surprisingly sincere, coming from her. Then again, look at the junk Hawke's stuffed into her chest.] I'll put them in the library. Far away, hopefully, from any snapping jaws.
[She reaches out to take the sad, makeshift vase off of Merrill's hands. Maybe she'll find a new vase to put the flowers in for the rest of their short lives. Maybe not. She has a special fondness for sad, dingy things.]
You came all the way up here to bring me flowers? That's--really sweet. [It's been a while since she's accepted flowers.]
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How have you been? Have you been on any adventures since we last met? I'd love to hear about them. [ she says this with a certain spunk emblematic of merrill — her shining for hearing about her friends' escapades. ]
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Oh? Well, you're welcome. [She lowers her tone to a conspiratorial whisper, adding:] Don't tell anyone, but if it wasn't for Orana, the dust here would've done what so many people over the years couldn't and killed me.
[Hefting the vase up and huffing out a small laugh.] Varric and I met up with my brother again--it's a long story, it involves wyverns, Qunari assassins, and a party at Chateau Haine. [Which, in her opinion, is completely overrated.] Hang on, I'll put these where they can get some light and see if there's anything left in the kitchens, then I'll tell you the whole thing.
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Can't imagine how successful they'd be, but this was an elven convert. Apparently she needed my help to steal a jewel. [A shrug--Tallis knew her reputation well enough to guess at how best to appeal to her, apparently.] Well, there was a dungeon. For keeping prisoners in, I suspect. [Her tone is rather dry, and speaks to experience with said dungeon.] It was certainly spacious--from what I'm told, Varric and Carver got lost trying to rescue us.
[She shakes her head, looking torn between amusement and fond exasperation. Worst. Rescue. Ever.]
I'm not sure there'll be a next time, seeing as Duke Prosper fell from grace. [Goddammit, sister, Carver shouts somewhere.] Or, more accurately, off a cliff.
But anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. [She's actually jumping all over the place, Varric would be so disappointed in her.] All right, so--where was I? Right: jewel heist. So there we were, freshly pulled out of an Antivan Crow ambush...
[Hawke doesn't embellish the story as much as Varric will one day--it's strange enough, she suspects, without talking up her own abilities. She'll leave tales of the Champion of Kirkwall ripping doors off hinges and making grand entrances up to Varric--it's something he seems to like doing, Maker knows why.
She does, however, get sidetracked on occasion, the story wandering off onto a tangent (running into Sister Nightingale, carrying on her mother's habit of tossing coins into the fountain, Varric's incredibly indignant reaction to the unauthorized sequel to his book) before she pauses, chuckles, and steers it back on track.]
...and then Tallis and I got thrown into the dungeon for all our efforts. The plan was to wait for Varric and Carver to come get us out, but--they got lost. Very lost.
[A+ work, you guys.]
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The truth is this: Han realizes he's in love with Leia Organa sometime before Hoth, on some dustball of a planet that's not very important down the line except as the host to a Rebel base, for a few months. Hell, Han will only remember the name of the planet because of this.
It's a quiet night, and Han can't sleep. Chewbacca has very definitively kicked him off the Falcon for the night, because Han would otherwise spend the night fiddling around with various systems and Chewie does not need that right now, thanks very much, Han. So instead, Han's found a clearing and is now getting a small fire going.
He turns.]
Look who's here. [Her Highness herself.] Thought you'd be terrorizing foot soldiers back there. What brings you all the way out here? [An upward twitch of the lips.] You missed me?
[What a dweeb.]
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She didn't love him now, right?
It's late, and they have a lot of work to do - there is an entire Rebellion to lead, and it's all in her hands (for now). But she can't sleep. When she tries to mingle among the foot soldiers, people stop speaking; those who know her nod in greeting, but the others are intimidated. She can't blame them for it- she's a (former) Senator. A princess. Whatever else.
So instead she heads for a fire in the trees, hoping just to find an abandoned bonfire where she could keep her own counsel. Of course, instead she finds Han (who she definitely does not love.) )
Maybe I got tired of terrorizing soldiers and decided to go for bigger game. ( she replied, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. She's not angry, not really. A crinkle at the corner of her eyes indicates her amusement. ) Did they exile you out here, smuggler?
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Nah, nobody exiled me here. Maybe I just felt like coming out here, take in some of the sights. [What sights? There's nothing here but forest. And possibly whatever wildlife's hanging around, but so far the most dangerous wildlife around has just been the insects, and those are easy enough to deal with.
That is, unless you count the woman he's talking to right now.]
Besides, I don't scare easy. [Certainly not by princesses much shorter than he is. But he scoots over, pats the space beside him in a clear invitation: come on, sit down and take a break.]
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about to ask where chewie was, her eyes fell on the ship and understanding dawned. )
I'll thank 'nobody' later. ( she eyes the seat for a moment, torn between not wanting to seem too eager and not wanting to be contrary either. in the end, she takes it, knees curled up close to her chest. leia stretched her arms towards the fire and sighed, suddenly weary. )
Build the fire yourself?
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Still, it's nice to have company out here. Even if it comes in the form of an uppity princess. Han's learned not to be picky about company over the years, and hey, at least Leia's not going to backstab him any time soon. She's a righteous sort of princess, he's sure.]
'Course I did. [A smirk.] I'm a man of many talents, building a fire's just one of them. [Also piloting a hunk of junk held together by spit and prayers and a lot of duct tape. The smirk melts away as he looks back at the fire, holding his hands out at just the right distance to warm them.]