if I owned this city, I'd make it behave

[ladyspitfire]

Date & Time: A few days before the masquerade, early afternoon.
Location: Out and about in the city shops.
Characters: Elissa, Galadriel, and OPEN.
Summary: A Warden decides a friend needs a little nudge to go to the masquerade.
Warnings: None!


She wished she could feel a little better about this party. She'd never been to a masquerade before and hardly knew the first bit of decorum that went with it, but she knew from talk back in Highever that it was a standard practice in Orlais. Masks, high parties, frivolities and things she knew she wouldn't be interested in. What did catch her curiosity was that the Initiative was willingly sending them back in time to enjoy such a party. It seemed suspicious at best, enough for her to want to keep an eye out. But she also knew Leliana would be excited and she'd promised Zevran to take him shopping...

But there was someone else she was interested in seeing too, and she hoped she could spare some thought on attendance at this party.


[ooc: the first post is for Elissa and Galadriel but after that it's open for anyone else to encounter Elissa at any point. ACTION OR PROSE, IT'S UP TO YOU. I just set it up in prose.]

Comments

[strategic_guile]

Depended on the grown woman, but Blaine himself preferred to wear less. Loose fitting and shapeless clothes weren't things he bought. "We have guns. Maybe some of the earlier versions of what the United Earth has." He had one on him, in fact, but he made no move to make that known.

"They're easy to get, plentiful, and your armor probably wouldn't do anything to stop it. We have materials that can stop bullets that you can wear, but they aren't for every day use nor cheap enough for just anyone to buy because they're paranoid. Besides, it protects your body and not your face, though that's better than nothing."

[ladyspitfire]

"Earlier versions?" It was a concept Elissa didn't quite understand, and rightly so. Swords and various weaponry had been around for generations. The dwarves and the Qunari were the ones creating the next generation of weapons, gaatlok, explosives, and all sorts of other things. She could make traps, of course, and those explosives were similar...but not quite the same.

She did, however, understand that she was powerless in the face of these weapons. "Then...how do you live like that, under constant threat of potentially being killed?" She could see a sword coming if it went for her throat. Knives were more difficult, yes, but she'd been trained for that. Guns and bullets were something else entirely.

[strategic_guile]

"Yeah. It's just like with a bow. First you just took a flexible stick, tied some string to each end and got something that would hopefully fly right. Then you started to carve the bow into different shapes so it was more powerful and more accurate. Same with guns. New guns come out. Some are highly accurate so you can shoot from a mile away. Some fire hundreds of bullets in a minute. You can get a small one purely for self defense, though if you hit a guy once they're gonna stay down."

Blaine shrugged. "Even if there weren't guns, there would be knives, staffs, and swords. You wear armor. Are you saying you don't feel a constant threat of potentially being killed?"