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The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

Started by Marian Hawke, Dec 13, 2018, 07:17 pm

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Bethany

You both die before you send me away. Shan will look after Car long enough for Marian to come home. And Zev maybe. Gods. Beth darts a look at Bells and swallows. I should... I should try to... Ray. Of course. I should ask Mother... yes, that could work. Gods please work. Later, focus on now. "I suppose we would be best served by heeding the advice of an expert, would we not? That is one of your favorite sayings, no?" Hopefully that soothes his ego... "Miss Bells?"

Marian Hawke

Marian looks up, allowing Hunter to steal the jerky again. "Oh, ah, I only train dogs, I'm not-- I can ask," she says quickly. "I'm sorry, Miss Bethany, Master Jadan, I will have an answer for you tomorrow."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Bethany

"That sounds fine to me," Beth says softly, then adds carefully, "if it works for you as well, of course," with a nod to Jadan.

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NPCs

Having been informed that Carol and Beth would be staying at home this afternoon, Bells rather gratefully takes the chance to avoid having to see Lightsong just a bit longer. So it's Varric she heads for after work to discuss whatever the hells is going on in the zi'Amell household of late. Heading up to his room, she knocks once, thrice, slides her foot on the ground, then unlocks the door, thus letting him know it's her, she's alone and not being followed. Not that he's paranoid or anything...
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Varric

Prime is 37, counter slant so shift three values and after an even number so transpose. Which gives me... 'Sorry delay. Tweed frays badly. Sugar breaks under pressure, gem lost. Insurance started fast, forms already filled?' The hells? I know the wall broke on purpose, obviously. Greybeard made that clear enough. But this implies that he knew- Varric frowns, glancing at the door, then sighs. "Finish decrypting that latter then," he mutters, stuffing the message from one of his loyal informants into his vest. Loyal, as oppose to the disloyal ones he pays to keep him informed of what his loving family at home want him to believe. 

"Hey Bells. Busy day at work?" Shiny swung by twice to ask if I had seen you...

Marian Hawke

"Something is horribly wrong with my family," she groans, stepping inside and leaning against the door once it's shut. "Bright gods. I don't know what happened at breakfast but it's like all the gains we made with Carol taking lessons are gone now, and Beth too."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Varric

"You order food on your way up?" At her nodd, he points her the stool near the window, the only other place to sit aside from the bed. "What happened? As best you know, I mean. What did you witness yourself, what were you told, what are you guessing?"

Marian Hawke

She walks him through the afternoon, adding in conclusion, "Beth is never that deferential, that polite to Jadan. And Carol barely spoke the whole afternoon, didn't even try to help with the pup. Plus they didn't go to the park today."
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Varric

"So I heard," Varric mutters, annoyed but mostly amused. 

"At a guess? Sounds like Jadan got something over Beth. Blackmail most likely, but it could be a threat. Or she needs him for something, but you've mentioned she seems to be... not a fan of his so that seems least likely." He frowns a little. "We should ask Seeker about the snipping thing, though we should also get a few books on canine health and care, not just training. "

Marian Hawke

"Yeah, I was thinking that. Another long night for me." Not that I mind. Not that I sleep much anyway.
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Varric

"I can grab one too, sum and index it. Be a good break from other stuff," Varric offers, studying her. "...how about you?"

Marian Hawke

Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

Varric

"How are you doing?" Varric clarifies.

Marian Hawke

"Fine," she lies, casually. 
Honesty. Openness. Trust. Not being stabbed in the gut with a sword.

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