The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"Just-- things went badly between us, that's all," she says, looking away. 

[Varric]

Varric studies her for a moment, then nods. Follow that up later too. So much damn work, this kids. Fun though. "Right then. Well, you still able to work with her at least? Closely?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Probably. I want to ask her about what Beth was telling her. She might know what happened."

[Varric]

"That too- but seem if you can work with her next time at the park. Figure out a way to mention each of the main actors at the Amell house in reference to to trouble, let Shiny get a read on their reactions. Girl can't lie worth a silver but she can read people well enough I wouldn't want to try and bluff her if I could avoid it." The dwarf frowns then, attention drifting away from their conversation to their surroundings.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian glances over, watching Varric size up the architecture. "Fair. I'll do that," she says, frowning a bit. We're not far from temple street, but not quite there yet. What's he thinking?

[Varric]

"Good, good. Hey, you think you might be up for another bowl of the Gilder's stew?" he asks suddenly. "Just a sudden whim- swear I could almost smell it." Pick it up, Tabby, pick it up...

[Marian Hawke]

"You know, now that you mention it, I do smell something." Damn. Ambush? I'm no good at fighting, not like Lightsong. "Maybe we should hurry about our errand so we have time to eat later?"

[Varric]

Clever girl. "Eh, rushing can open you up to mistakes. My treat though, you just help clean up afterwards." 

[Marian Hawke]

"Oh good, 'cause I'm broke," she jokes, though the smile doesn't reach her worried eyes. 

[Varric]

"You know... thinking of stew is making me hungry and think of other food. You ever use these before? Toukami thing." Varric slips pair of wands out of his belt and hands them to Marian. Both are neatly labeled in dwarven- Arcane Missiles, Arcane Armour. "Eating sticks- they use'em for near everything save soup. Which, given how thick and gluely the Gilder's stew is, would mean we could use them for that!" He laughs, the sound rather natural sounding despite things.

[Marian Hawke]

"I have, actually," she says, waving the armor wand a bit as if inspecting it closely. "A long time ago, in Draslina."

[Varric]

"Well, if these dickless, garbage eating fuckwads find the spine to actually come out here and throw down, maybe we can get to that meal sometime tonight," Varric says blandly, pulling an oversized crossbow out of his bag next. Need to finish this up (marrying merging the vector adjustment matrix and the ammo creation matrix is a right bitch) sooner than later evidently. "Shall we then?" Without bothering to await an answer, he lifts the crossbow and fires.

A minute later, there are four bodies on the ground and Varric has been forced to fight a running retreat in order to keep them off Marian. Who, truth be told, is proving as much boon as burden. Not just for her wand-bases support fire either, but for calling out danger and insults with equal aplomb. Alydra knows, the best enemy is a stupid enemy and few things make you dumber than losing your temper over an admittedly well crafted insult. And we're in an alley. The fuck is this all about- nearly a dozen toughs, willing to fight after four are down? At least two flat-out dead? "You got any combat training at all?" he calls to Maran in dwarven, trying to keep his tone light.

[Marian Hawke]

"Uh, death before dishonor?" she offers.

[Varric]

"The fuck? No, you go for the balls, eyes and when in doubt, you spit on them. Gods, grab a handful of sand or something."

[Shisou]

"Well, aren't you a cheery one?" 

The voice comes from behind the combatants; when the enemy turns to look, however, the slim figure drops from a fire escape and swings her mace at them viciously. "Carbonne, go for the eyes!" she calls, as she ducks and weaves; a lizard hangs by its tail from the fire escape, gesturing at the enemies, who soon seem to be in a daze. 

Together with Varric, the experienced combatant makes quick work of the thugs, letting Marian step back and stay out of the way. She lays about not only with her mace, but with a wand as well -- a magic missile wand that helps compliment her melee weapon to give her a longer threat range. 

When all's said and done, she pauses, tucking the wand away. "Alright there, citizens?"