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exsiliumlogs2013-01-21 09:35 am
songofvalor) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-21 09:35 am
[open] oh mommy dear, we're not the fortunate ones
Date & Time: The entire event
Location: All over the place
Characters: Leliana and YOU
Summary: Leliana is now five years younger and a complete bitch who will try to manipulate/seduce/intimidate/rob/bribe/poison you for your belongings/information/leverage/her own general amusement WHICH IS ALWAYS FUN AM I RIGHT. Operative word being "try" here: She's a professional criminal, but she is in no way perfect.
Warnings: I will try to avoid violence and sexual content, but I can't promise anything.
Note: I'll be responding withinternationalorlesianspy
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Leliana woke up in a foreign bed. It was a familiar scenario in an unfamiliar setting; when she geared up and stepped outside, she knew she wasn't in Orlais anymore, let alone Thedas. The buildings were tall and unusual; distorted in a way that surpassed her wildest dreams. Everywhere she looked, there were magical artifacts that whirred and screeched when she tried to figure out their purpose, and so she gave up on them eventually.
Orlesian bards weren't supposed to be confused; they were supposed to be in control, or at least project the image of somebody in control, because lack of information demonstrated weakness and weakness could be exploited. She knew somebody dragged her here to confuse her, but who exactly? She had few friends and many, many enemies. Whoever they were, they stepped up their game.
But not for long. The Game might've moved to a new location, but she was still determined to win it.
--
Leliana could be found in various places, often gritty, seedy and dark -- places a pretty girl would think twice being at. She would be that one woman stood above the others with a dress too tight and lips too red, sipping a drink slowly as if savoring its every drop. Perhaps she gave you a smile that invited friendship and so much more. Perhaps she stepped onto a stage, once, and sang a haunting melody that would stay with you when your eyes are closed. Whatever it was that drew you to her, you know that she's interested in you and you alone.
Maybe you didn't find her at a bar or a tavern at all; you found her in the street, covered in a thick cloak and looking very much like she was very cold and very desperate. Maybe you were having lunch alone after a nice shopping spree and suddenly, there was a perky redhead that approached your table and complimented you on your shoes. Maybe you were just sitting around at a park and a polite, demure looking woman asked to share a bench with you.
Whatever it was, you're here now.
Location: All over the place
Characters: Leliana and YOU
Summary: Leliana is now five years younger and a complete bitch who will try to manipulate/seduce/intimidate/rob/bribe/poison you for your belongings/information/leverage/her own general amusement WHICH IS ALWAYS FUN AM I RIGHT. Operative word being "try" here: She's a professional criminal, but she is in no way perfect.
Warnings: I will try to avoid violence and sexual content, but I can't promise anything.
Note: I'll be responding with
internationalorlesianspy --
Leliana woke up in a foreign bed. It was a familiar scenario in an unfamiliar setting; when she geared up and stepped outside, she knew she wasn't in Orlais anymore, let alone Thedas. The buildings were tall and unusual; distorted in a way that surpassed her wildest dreams. Everywhere she looked, there were magical artifacts that whirred and screeched when she tried to figure out their purpose, and so she gave up on them eventually.
Orlesian bards weren't supposed to be confused; they were supposed to be in control, or at least project the image of somebody in control, because lack of information demonstrated weakness and weakness could be exploited. She knew somebody dragged her here to confuse her, but who exactly? She had few friends and many, many enemies. Whoever they were, they stepped up their game.
But not for long. The Game might've moved to a new location, but she was still determined to win it.
--
Leliana could be found in various places, often gritty, seedy and dark -- places a pretty girl would think twice being at. She would be that one woman stood above the others with a dress too tight and lips too red, sipping a drink slowly as if savoring its every drop. Perhaps she gave you a smile that invited friendship and so much more. Perhaps she stepped onto a stage, once, and sang a haunting melody that would stay with you when your eyes are closed. Whatever it was that drew you to her, you know that she's interested in you and you alone.
Maybe you didn't find her at a bar or a tavern at all; you found her in the street, covered in a thick cloak and looking very much like she was very cold and very desperate. Maybe you were having lunch alone after a nice shopping spree and suddenly, there was a perky redhead that approached your table and complimented you on your shoes. Maybe you were just sitting around at a park and a polite, demure looking woman asked to share a bench with you.
Whatever it was, you're here now.