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2016-06-28 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey - Cosima? It's Ruby, we spoke on the, uh... bed-marry-kill thing? I meant to get in touch before, actually, but I was in Orlais doing some stuff.
( anyway, Ruby, get on with it. ) Hooow are you settling in? Going okay and... stuff?
( anyway, Ruby, get on with it. ) Hooow are you settling in? Going okay and... stuff?
Lady Cosima. It is Herian.
( She does not make an introduction because she doubts Cosima's sharpness, so much as because the last she saw her she was unwell, and Herian has not before used these... crystals... with any kind of familiarity, and last she attempted to speak with Cosima it didn't work - perhaps because she was unwell. More importantly than all the rest, it only seems polite. . )
I hope this message finds you much recovered?
( "This message," because it is still hard to grasp the idea of so immediate a communication. )
( ooc— no pressure, I know you're away atm but I wanted to post it while I remembered because I am the least organised atm )
( She does not make an introduction because she doubts Cosima's sharpness, so much as because the last she saw her she was unwell, and Herian has not before used these... crystals... with any kind of familiarity, and last she attempted to speak with Cosima it didn't work - perhaps because she was unwell. More importantly than all the rest, it only seems polite. . )
I hope this message finds you much recovered?
( "This message," because it is still hard to grasp the idea of so immediate a communication. )
( ooc— no pressure, I know you're away atm but I wanted to post it while I remembered because I am the least organised atm )
Madamoiselle Niehaus,
This cutting is dried, but I still urge that you handle it with caution. Please do not ingest it.
Blood Lotus is well-known for its soporific properties, to (I am told) the occasional devastation of fine garden parties. Lurid tales abound, though I shall be the first to admit my countrymen’s love of small fictions.
It is a rare and fine skill, to keep one’s head when faced with that which overwhelms. I suspect we will have cause to value it in the days ahead.
Know that you may call upon me, should you require it.
With gratitude,
— Ser Coupe
This cutting is dried, but I still urge that you handle it with caution. Please do not ingest it.
Blood Lotus is well-known for its soporific properties, to (I am told) the occasional devastation of fine garden parties. Lurid tales abound, though I shall be the first to admit my countrymen’s love of small fictions.
It is a rare and fine skill, to keep one’s head when faced with that which overwhelms. I suspect we will have cause to value it in the days ahead.
Know that you may call upon me, should you require it.
With gratitude,
— Ser Coupe
Good evening, Cosima,
[ he calls at an hour fairly soon after the Gallows mess would have closed for the evening. his tone is polite, perfunctory. ]
This is not a social call, but rather one under the purview of Research. Would you mind describing, as best you are able, whatever you were doing shortly before you arrived in Thedas?
[ pause, shuffling of paper. ]
I am seeking to gather information about Rifters. As the Inquisition has stopped conducting formal interviews upon arrival, we do not have much documentation on the phenomenon for those of us who have arrived more recently. You are not obligated to answer, and are quite free to refuse.
[ he calls at an hour fairly soon after the Gallows mess would have closed for the evening. his tone is polite, perfunctory. ]
This is not a social call, but rather one under the purview of Research. Would you mind describing, as best you are able, whatever you were doing shortly before you arrived in Thedas?
[ pause, shuffling of paper. ]
I am seeking to gather information about Rifters. As the Inquisition has stopped conducting formal interviews upon arrival, we do not have much documentation on the phenomenon for those of us who have arrived more recently. You are not obligated to answer, and are quite free to refuse.
Edited 2017-11-12 02:22 (UTC)
Cosima—
( There's a long pause. )
I realise at the present moment that the proposed action towards shard bearers is a monitoring and recording, but—
if there should be any chance of the efforts becoming more invasive, experimental rather than observation—
( She sighs. ) There would be no way to dissuade your participation, I expect?
( There's a long pause. )
I realise at the present moment that the proposed action towards shard bearers is a monitoring and recording, but—
if there should be any chance of the efforts becoming more invasive, experimental rather than observation—
( She sighs. ) There would be no way to dissuade your participation, I expect?
( It’s a visit, sort of. At her door, Cosima might hear a scrabbling and familiar corgi-sourced whine.
Except he’s outside her door with a flower crown on his head, and he doesn’t have the ability to get down stairs in his own, so it might just seem like a lot. )
Except he’s outside her door with a flower crown on his head, and he doesn’t have the ability to get down stairs in his own, so it might just seem like a lot. )
( Herian is freshly arrived from the baths. Her hair is still on the wetter side of damp, a stray bead of water curling along the line of jaw and then neck as she leans against the stone wall, towel draped across her shoulders without yet being set to the task that she grabbed it for. The clothes she wears, while fresh, are not the carefully put together robes and armour she might normally be found in; a loose white shirt, leather pants. By no means uncivilised but not entirely Herian, either.
It might have as much to do with being a little distracted. )
Cosima. Are you busy?
It might have as much to do with being a little distracted. )
Cosima. Are you busy?
Dear Cosima,
I hope that this letter finds you well. This is to inform you that I wish to compliment one Herian Amsel and was informed by the good lady herself that this was the best way to go about it.
Please give her my most sincere compliments for all that she does for the Inquisition, for the high standards that she holds herself to, and for being a dear friend to me since we first met.
If there is anyone who can possibly help her on the way to becoming less hard on herself, it can only be someone she loves as deeply as you.
Yours,
Araceli Bonaventura y Castell
[[ooc: Blame Herian]]
I hope that this letter finds you well. This is to inform you that I wish to compliment one Herian Amsel and was informed by the good lady herself that this was the best way to go about it.
Please give her my most sincere compliments for all that she does for the Inquisition, for the high standards that she holds herself to, and for being a dear friend to me since we first met.
If there is anyone who can possibly help her on the way to becoming less hard on herself, it can only be someone she loves as deeply as you.
Yours,
Araceli Bonaventura y Castell
[[ooc: Blame Herian]]
Cosima.
Mate.
Buddy.
Got a question for you.
Using short statements for dramatic effect.
Gotta keep it going.
Answer soon so I can stop doing this.
Mate.
Buddy.
Got a question for you.
Using short statements for dramatic effect.
Gotta keep it going.
Answer soon so I can stop doing this.
[ They're on a boat.
Specifically — in one, in the cargo hold, with a locked door back up and a whole lot of crates. Preparing for the Imperium, checking supplies, whatever. For some reason or another, they're both down here, and for the reason of poor planning and an even more poorly-timed lunch break by Bill the sailor, they're also now definitely locked inside.
Wren presses the side of her jaw, looks between sending crystal and Cosima, ]
No one is answering.
[ Of course they aren't. Enjoy the boat. ]
Specifically — in one, in the cargo hold, with a locked door back up and a whole lot of crates. Preparing for the Imperium, checking supplies, whatever. For some reason or another, they're both down here, and for the reason of poor planning and an even more poorly-timed lunch break by Bill the sailor, they're also now definitely locked inside.
Wren presses the side of her jaw, looks between sending crystal and Cosima, ]
No one is answering.
[ Of course they aren't. Enjoy the boat. ]
Edited (mixes up character tics) 2018-07-06 06:29 (UTC)
Cosima? Can we-- [No. 'Can we talk' has always sounded terrible, will never not sound terrible, and with all that's happened, and might still happen, she's not about to open with that.]
I was on the Walrus. I didn't want to go but I had to, it was Naval Presence, people needed me but-- you know I've only seen one Venatori since? And he was in here. Not that many of them, possibly.
[A tight edge in her voice, as if she'd like to laugh it off but she can't, won't be able to. Hands that curled into fists the way they did at the negotiation.]
I was on the Walrus. I didn't want to go but I had to, it was Naval Presence, people needed me but-- you know I've only seen one Venatori since? And he was in here. Not that many of them, possibly.
[A tight edge in her voice, as if she'd like to laugh it off but she can't, won't be able to. Hands that curled into fists the way they did at the negotiation.]
Hullo.
[ Kitty takes a breath. ]
You're on the lyrium project, aren't you? Doing research?
[ Kitty takes a breath. ]
You're on the lyrium project, aren't you? Doing research?
Miss Niehaus,
( does she sound a little bit like she’s making fun of herself? potentially to someone as familiar with Herian as Cosima herself is. there’s a moment of pause, in which she imagines Cosima might be wrapping up notes or reaching for the crystal or rubbing her eyes a moment to attempt to re-focus her gaze. At the things she was very familiar with, very fond of. )
I know asking if you are busy is not dissimilar to enquiring as to the wetness of water, but— is it permissible to interrupt a while?
( does she sound a little bit like she’s making fun of herself? potentially to someone as familiar with Herian as Cosima herself is. there’s a moment of pause, in which she imagines Cosima might be wrapping up notes or reaching for the crystal or rubbing her eyes a moment to attempt to re-focus her gaze. At the things she was very familiar with, very fond of. )
I know asking if you are busy is not dissimilar to enquiring as to the wetness of water, but— is it permissible to interrupt a while?
[It's an off hour in the dining hall—either too early or too late for the bulk if Riftwatch's company to be taking their midday meal—, which makes the sudden intrusion into Cosima's space that much more abrupt.
Thump! The great stack of papers being dropped to the table precede a young woman sliding into the seat opposite her by a mere fraction of a second.]
You're Miss Niehaus, correct? Wysteria Poppell, Research Division. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I can't recall if we spike much at all when you were here last. Here, please fill this out for my files. You might also include any notable remarks you have about the in between time. What you recall from how you left and from when you were away. We have so little information on the subject and I should very much like some reference material on file.
[Wysteria peels a few pages off the top of the stack and passes them across. It's a slightly edited questionnaire.]
Thump! The great stack of papers being dropped to the table precede a young woman sliding into the seat opposite her by a mere fraction of a second.]
You're Miss Niehaus, correct? Wysteria Poppell, Research Division. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I can't recall if we spike much at all when you were here last. Here, please fill this out for my files. You might also include any notable remarks you have about the in between time. What you recall from how you left and from when you were away. We have so little information on the subject and I should very much like some reference material on file.
[Wysteria peels a few pages off the top of the stack and passes them across. It's a slightly edited questionnaire.]
( One would be forgiven, potentially, for thinking the regard shared between them was different than in years past. It was, to some extent, and yet unchanged in others. Time and complications and so many other things to be taken into consideration that Herian would gladly grant them both reprieve from ever needing to list them again.
She makes a quiet sound as she awakens - one arm sprawled over Cosima’s waist, head resting on her shoulder, while Herian’s own shoulder is stiff and protesting. )
How long did I sleep?
( A couple of blinks, as she rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand. She remembers leaning against Cosima as she was reading, but dropping off to sleep had not been the plan, and she smiles, sheepish. )
Did— you sleep?
She makes a quiet sound as she awakens - one arm sprawled over Cosima’s waist, head resting on her shoulder, while Herian’s own shoulder is stiff and protesting. )
How long did I sleep?
( A couple of blinks, as she rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand. She remembers leaning against Cosima as she was reading, but dropping off to sleep had not been the plan, and she smiles, sheepish. )
Did— you sleep?
[ another time comes maybe a week or so after the last of them return from starkhaven, at a time of night that's maybe better described as a time of morning.
he says, ]
I want to ask you about something.
he says, ]
I want to ask you about something.
Edited 2021-07-26 00:59 (UTC)
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