Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No-one controls me." The masked figure's voice is darker, more menacing.

[Tethras Clan]

"I never said anything about you being controlled, good-" Zevran cuts off abruptly. Wait. Mask, rapier, dark costume, silver hair, Glaley- "You're the Silver Scale. Cindy is the Silver Scale?" For the love of climax woman, did you not think that mentioning you were a masked hero something of importance, something we might need to know for this? Zevran and Isabela were not frequent visitors to Glaley by any means, but both are adept at gossip hoarding, and the stories of a masked hero (to some) with a bent for killing slavers had, for some reason, caught Zevran's attention.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Cindy?" asks Coquette blankly.

"I am Silver," says the masked figure. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

[Tethras Clan]

"Well, personally, because I hate leaving a good deed unfinished. And I suppose because Bethany is a friend," Zevran replies with a shrug. "In a more general sense, because you and your lover are... well, a bit fucked in the head and this magical dungeon crawl can fix that sort of thing. Evidently. I don't really understand it to be honest. You are evidently, the both of you, Cindy, Coquette and the Silver Scale. Gods only know which is you-you and which are just disguises. Masks, I think Varric called them."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We are nothing alike!" both Coquette and Silver say.

"I am Lady Coquette Blacquin, born and raised. This is my home, these are my parents, and you are intruding."

"I am Justice," says Silver simply. 

[Tethras Clan]

"I am Zevran the Astoundingly Fanciable, lover and first mate- pun very entendred- of Captain Isabela. I am also Zevran the bastard child of a good man and a deceitful monster. People can be complicated."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"There is nothing good here," replies Silver, taking a step back.

"What are you talking about?" asks Coquette, frustrated. "This is my home. These are my parents."

[Tethras Clan]

"Well, no, this is a mindscape. It's the inside of your-" Zevran cuts off, frowning. Giving up on any attempt at not spooking the native, he bluntly asks the group. "Is there a problem with explaining the whole Delve thing to, errr, Cindy-masks?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene blinks. "Ah. It is unlikely to take -- they typically require one to work within the confines of the mindscape," says Helene slowly. "That is to say, the problem to be solved is typically-- but, why is this coming up now?"

[GamesMaster]

The false Melindre, meanwhile, blinks. "I beg your pardon? Who is Cindy?"

[Tethras Clan]

"You're not important," Zevran informs 'nice mom' before explaining. "I'm not entirely sure why but I seem to be able to see a... well, I can see two versions of all this. The nice pretend 'my life was pretty okay' version and the real 'actually my mom was a... self-hating bitch that tired to noble-style enslave me to a husband' version. Also, Cindy is the gods-be-damned Silver Scale."

[Varric]

Varric stares at Zevran. "Delves are weird," he mutters in draconic. "You can try but they won't accept it. The Delve thing."

[Helene Dakesh]

"If the previous scenario involved accepting the truth of Liz's identity, perhaps this also has a similar end goal?"

[Tethras Clan]

"Alright, I can work on that, sure." Turning back to the two parts of... I have absolutely no clue who is the... actual... errr... central? Main? Foundation? Fuck it. "So you're both each other. Cindy, Coquette and The Silver Scale. Pretty sure you're all just... sides of someone. Coquette is probably who you were raised to be, Cindy is who you want to be and The Scale is who you feel is needed." He pauses a second. "Discuss."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stares at him. "....That's preposterous," she says simply.