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[Al Foley]

*Cole is in a tree hanging upside down, and the Female Inquisitor comes in in her small clothes to wash her regular clothes and armor in a fountain in the middle of Skyhold suddenly, her back prickles and she realizes he is there.* 

 

KT: Hey Cole...how's it hanging. 

 

Cole: Very funny.  

 

KT: Not to be insensitive Cole but this is...my private retreat.

 

Cole: You should have put up a sign. 

 

KT: *glares*...very funny...*sighs* what are you doing here anyways? 

 

Cole: Hanging around. 

 

KT: *snorts* 

 

Cole: No one was here.  I like being alone, and this tree looked good for thinking if I....

 

KT: Hung upside down? 

Cole: *nods*

[Bors the Dwarf]

More dialogue about companions that fall in battle. This time, reacties from companions if Varric falls.

 

Inquisitor: 1. "Varric! Our storyteller is down!"

                 2. "Can someone pick up the dwarf?!"

 

Blackwall: 1. "O no! There goes our favorite dwarf!"

                 2. "Don't worry, my friend! Warden to the rescue!"

 

Cassandra: 1."There is no time to rest, Varric, fight!"

                    2."If you are faking, I will strangle you!"

 

Cole: 1."Don't die, Varric! I need to hear more stories!"

          2."I gonna revive Varric!"

 

Dorian: 1."Why is it always the funny guy goes first?"

             2. The paragon of Manliness is down!"

 

Iron Bull: 1."Hey! I am the only one to smash you down, Varric!"

               2." Look at the bright side, he may write a new story when he wakes up."

 

Sera: 1."The Inquisition will be boring without Varric, we must help him!"

          2."Come on, Varric! We still need to share stories!"

 

Solas: 1."Get the dwarf out of here!"

           2."No, Varric, you can't enter the fade right now!"

 

Vivienne: 1."The funny dwarf is silenced!"

                2. Well, this is what he gets for talking to much during combat."

 

ps: One of the quotes is familiar to a dialogue in DA2 when Varric is down. Try to find which one it is.

[Green Snivy]

Its Dorian's line about being a "paragon of manliness". Him and IsabeIla were talking about that.  I can just picture Cole believing every story Varric tells him. I also believe that Merrill has a similar lime about Varric if hes faking.

[Bors the Dwarf]

Thats right, Green Snivy. One of the lines of Merrill when Varric falls is "Varric, if you are faking, I'll strangle you!"

[introverted_assassin]

Haven't come up with much banter yet...what I am wondering is how quickly the game banter will infect my real life.

Cause "Indeed." is the go to answer for nearly everything I agree with in real life now.

[Al Foley]

*continued from earlier* 

 

KT: *curiously* So...do you like what you see? 

 

Cole: *eyes her suspiciously* You seem to be a healthy enough looking specimen. 

 

KT *goes bug eyed and snorts* 

 

KT:  Do you make a habbit of watching women in their small clothes?

 

Cole *eyes her even more suspiciously*  *sighs* There was once a Templar in the Circle in Val Royeux... I found my way into her quartes one day, and she came in...and undressed.  I watched her, too terrified to move in case she might see me.  And yet, I watched.  Watched her take out a book.  Watched her get misty eyed over it...I was sad.  

 

KT:  *arches an eyebrow* Seeing a Templar naked made you sad?  

 

Cole: *brow furrows* Yes, should I have any other reaction?  

 

KT: *shakes her head bemusedly* Maybe I will tell you one day Cole...when you are a little older.  

[Wolfen09]

In the heat of battle

 

 

Cassandra:  The inquisitor is down!  Varric, cover him!

 

Varric:  Got it, Solas keep me covered!

 

Solas:  Got it.

 

Battle ends, inquisitor wakes up, party standing around him

 

Cassandra:  Inquisitor, care to explain how you got taken down without getting hit or any visible wounds?

 

Inquisitor:  What can i say, i had a little too much to drink last night.... that was a good nap though...

 

Cassandra:  That does it!  No more drinking before going into the field, you put us all in danger today...

 

Varric:  Not gonna argue that one...

 

Solas:  Did you get to walk around in the fade?

 

Varric:  Not a good time baldie....

 

Inquisitor:  Fine fine.... but cmon, maybe in moderation, i wouldnt be the lovable inquisitor if i cant have my booze before a fight.

 

Cassandra:  No, you crossed the line this time.

 

Inquisitor:  ughhh.... and to think i missed how dashingly beautiful you must have looked commanding the party after i fell.

 

Cassandra:  *blushes* i will not fall for your flattery.

 

Varric:  It was impressive, all up until the point she came running over to you with tears in her eyes to see if you were okay.

 

Inquisitor:  Oh really?  I thought it was starting to rain, i guess that was cass...

 

Cassandra:  *Beat red at this point*  Will you two stop it!  And Varric, you better keep your mouth shut if you dont want to find out why they call it dwarf stew....

 

Varric:  *whispers to inquisitor*  It gets even better, i'll tell you later though....  Im not keen on taking a bath with carrots and potatoes...

[KarmicSynergy]

Prior to the mission in Orlais, when the entire party is gathered around the War Table: (I understand that not all companions may be recruited at this time, but please go with it)

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Vivienne: "Inquisitor, hand me your coin pouch."

 

Inquisitor: "Why?"

 

Vivienne: (Mumbling to herself...checking her math, 9 x 2, yes, that should suffice) "I need 20 gold coins, please."

 

Inquisitor: "It's early in our quest, I barely have that much. Why 20 gold?"

 

Vivienne: "Well, by my estimate, I need at least 18 gold to furnish 9 new sets of outfits for our fashion-challenged companions. Only the 3 advisors are even remotely dressed to appear anywhere in Orlais. And thankfully, they don't leave Stronghold often."

 

Varric: "Math is not my best subject, but aren't there 13 of us in total, Viv?"

 

Sera: (Giggles out loud)

 

Vivienne: (Glares at Sera) "Cole is a lost cause, he doesn't count. Besides, even *I* can only do so much. The Inquisition doesn't have enough money to supply a new outfit every time Cole slips in and out of the Fade. The Fade does horrors to one's clothes and dressing Cole is a full time occupation. Would you have me casting spells or dressing Cole all day long?"

 

Solas: (Nods in agreement with Vivienne)

 

Blackwall: (Snoring in the corner) "Zzzz."

 

Varric: (Counting his fingers) "Again, math is not my best subject...If the Advisors and Cole are out, that leaves 9. Viv, darling, are you counting yourself...?"

 

Vivienne: (Cuts off Varric) "Of course, but not for the reason you suggest, hairy Dwarf. If everyone else is getting a new outfit, so shall I."

 

Inquisitor: "Math IS one of my best subjects. What's the extra 2 gold for?"

 

Vivenne: (Glares across the room at everyone, arms crossed in disgust) "Look at what I have to work with, I need allowances for fashion emergencies. Besides, our companions are no better dressed than the heathen City Elves in Denerim. Dressed such as everyone is, I wouldn't even have them as my servants, let alone as my companions to be seen publicly in the streets of Orlais."

 

Vivienne: (continuing) "Oh, I almost forgot, add another 10 gold."

 

Inquisitor: "10 gold more?! For what?!"

 

Vivienne: "Yes, a mirror in everyone's room so they can see what they look like prior to arriving at the War Table each morning. Everyone must learn to take responsibility for his/her appearance in *this* Inquisition."

 

Inquisitor: (Looks at Leliana) "You know her from Orlais...Can't you.."

 

Leliana: (Cuts off Inquisitor) "Maker help us all! Don't look at me."

 

Varric: "Wait, math is not my..." (Vivienne glares at Varric interrupting him before he can finish his statement, then Varric continues carefully) "Why 10 mirrors if you're only getting 9 outfits?"

 

Vivienne: "I *need* 2 mirrors. One for the front *and* one for the back. *Please*, Varric, do think before you speak, it's *so* obvious! Everyone in Orlais has at least 2 full length mirrors in their dressing room. And those are the poor Orlesians who don't have enough room to fit 3 or more such mirrors in their dressing rooms."

 

Iron Bull: (Laughs).

 

Vivienne: (Fixes her gaze upon Iron Bull) "What are you laughing about, flatulent Qunari?! Don't think that I don't know about how you foul up the air with the bodily gases emanating from your backside everywhere we go. If you expect to be chosen to partake on any further missions, I suggest you develop a habit of having clean, unsoiled undergarments!"

 

Iron Bull: (Looking sadly at everyone in the room, then drops his head.)

 

Everyone (except Vivienne and Blackwall, who is still dozing off in the corner): Nods in agreement with Vivienne.

 

Varric: (to Bull, patting him tenderly on his back): "You know, she *does* have a point there, Horny." (Pun intended.)

 

Cole: (to Sera, but audible to all) "What is flatulent?"

 

Cassandra: (Losing patience, she forcefully stabs the War Table map with her dagger) "ENOUGH!"

 

Blackwall: (Finally wakes up after Cassandra shouts and stands up firm and tall like a true Warden, believing that no one saw him dozing off.)

 

Cassandra: "Inquisitor, give her the coin she seeks. Now, may we *please* get back to the mission in Orlais!"

 

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I could go on but you get the picture.

[BronzTrooper]

Hmm... I think I should do some dialogue for my f!Dalish (now officially named Lin'Mi) and Cullen (non-romance).

 

Cullen: Inquisitor.  I... have a question.

 

Lin'Mi: Yes?

 

Cullen: It's about how you have been referring to everyone: your companions, Sister Nightingale, Josephine, and myself, to be specific.

 

Lin'Mi: Is there a problem, Durgen'Elgar?

 

Cullen: Not... precisely.

 

Lin'Mi: Then what?

 

Cullen: Well, some of us- myself included- are wondering as to what the meanings behind these... nicknames are.

 

Lin'Mi: Well, the 'nicknames', as you call them, that I refer to everyone by represent how I have interpreted their character.

 

Cullen: And that means...?

 

Lin'Mi: Take you, for example.  I call you Durgen'Elgar, which means 'stone spirit'.

 

Cullen: * furrows brow *  'Stone spirit'?  What made you decide to call me that?

 

Lin'Mi: Stone is tough, durable, rigid.  It can endure the passage of time, despite being slowly worn away by the elements.  According to Varric and Leliana, your past has been filled with turmoil and strife, yet you didn't fall apart.  In fact, it made you stronger, matured you, made you who you are now.  I see little that could cause your spirit to succumb, and thus, you have a spirit that is as strong and enduring as stone.

 

Cullen: I... don't know what to say.

 

Lin'Mi: You don't have to say anything.  I just gave you a name that fit your character, as I did with everyone.

 

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I'll probably have more of these, eventually going over every companion and adviser and their respective elvish nicknames.  

[Violet Carson]

My first post ever to the great Bioware threads. Hope you like it.


Cassandra, Iron Bull, Inquisitor, Sera as they finish up a battle

Sera: Cassandra, that was amazing. You managed to cut down five men in a single blow!

Cassandra: How uncharacteristically kind of you, elf.

Sera: Yeah, I suppose you could say that a Pentaghast---

Inquisitor: Wait, Sera! Don't!

Sera: Got a pentakill.

Iron Bull: Few things can harm me but that managed to do it both physically and mentally. For that incredible feat I both commend and condemn you.


I know, I know. Totally lame but I couldn't not say it lol.

[TheLittleBird]

My first post ever to the great Bioware threads. Hope you like it.


Cassandra, Iron Bull, Inquisitor, Sera as they finish up a battle

Sera: Cassandra, that was amazing. You managed to cut down five men in a single blow!

Cassandra: How uncharacteristically kind of you, elf.

Sera: Yeah, I suppose you could say that a Pentaghast---

Inquisitor: Wait, Sera! Don't!

Sera: Got a pentakill.

Iron Bull: Few things can harm me but that managed to do it both physically and mentally. For that incredible feat I both commend and condemn you.


I know, I know. Totally lame but I couldn't not say it lol.

 

That actually cracked me up. Hehe.

Welcome to the forums! 

 

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I know I haven't been posting on here as of late but I have been reading all of the banter and I'd just like to say that each and everyone that has contributed to this thread thus far is awesome 

[Violet Carson]

Just got an idea for more. Damn, I seem to have opened the flood gates now lol. Post on ALL the things!

Dorian and Cole

Dorian: What are you doing?
Cole: I am placing my hat on your head as the sun is rather strong today.
Dorian: Uh...
Cole: We are now friends, correct?
Dorian: Thank you but I don't really want your hat.
Cole: I see. You are...rejecting my friendship?
Dorian: What? No! It just doesn't really go with my outfit and...actually, you know what? I will wear it. Thank you, Cole.
Cole: You are welcome, my friend.

(This next one was inspired by someone else in one of the forums. I'm really sorry I can't remember your name.)

Dorian and Varric

Dorian: You travelled along side the Champion of Kirkwall, did you not?
Varric: And here I thought it was a big secret.
Dorian: In your adventures I heard you came across an elf covered in lyrium tattoos.
Varric: Ah, Fenris, the broodiest elf in all of Thedas.
Dorian: How...how was he?

(If Fenris was romanced)
Varric: Oh, let's just say he and the Champion have made great fodder for my tales. The longing stares, the absent-minded touches, the terribly awkward flirting, I swear, if it wasn't for the sake of research I'd probably have puked. But if you want really juicy details ask Isabella for her friend-fiction.
Dorian: So he was able to find someone to take comfort in. Thank goodness. He deserves to be happy.

(If Fenris was not romanced)
Varric: Broody but I think he was finally happy to be able to carve out a life of his own. After Danarius was killed it was almost like he could smile without his entire face cracking, as Daisy would say.
Dorian: It's good he had friends to stand by him. He went through more than anyone will ever know.

(If Fenris was sent back with Danarius)
Varric: Oh, I guess you didn't hear how the Champion decided to hand Fenris over to his former master. Practically tied a bow around his neck for the bastard.
Dorian: I heard the rumors that Danarius had gotten him back. I had... sincerely hoped they weren't true.

[DameGrace]

Dorian: What are you doing?
Cole: I am placing my hat on your head as the sun is rather strong today.
Dorian: Uh...
Cole: We are now friends, correct?
Dorian: Thank you but I don't really want your hat.
Cole: I see. You are...rejecting my friendship?
Dorian: What? No! It just doesn't really go with my outfit and...actually, you know what? I will wear it. Thank you, Cole.
Cole: You are welcome, my friend.

 

Daww... I am not a fan of Cole, but damn! The kid is lonely and this piece is so heartwarming   Keep on writing, Violet, you are doing great! 

[The Ascendant]

Cassandra: I take it that you don't believe in the Maker?
Adaar: Why should I?
Cassandra: In times like these, people often use faith as a coping mechanism.
Adaar: Then why does your Maker take all the credit and none of the blame?
Cassandra : Excuse me?
Adaar: I've heard people exalt the Hero of Ferelden and the Champion of Kirkwall, and people saying that the Maker 'guided' them? Based on what I have heard they accomplished their deeds through their own labour not the favor of an absentee god. I don't believe in your Maker because if he even exists, he doesn't deserve to be worshiped .
Cassandra: Then what do you believe?
Adaar: I am deciding.

[Bors the Dwarf]

More dialogue about companions that fall in battle, this time, Cassandra!

 

Inquisitor: 1."The seeker has fallen!"

                 2."We've lost our dragonslayer!"

(romanced): "Don't die on me! Not after all this!"

 

Blackwall: 1."The warriorres is down!"

                 2."Protect the seeker!"

 

Cole: 1."We must help the seeker!"

          2."How are we suppose to search something without Cassandra?"

 

Dorian: 1."Don't let me waste magic to save you, Cass!"

             2."Time to panic!"

 

Iron Bull: 1."We've lost scarface!"

               2."Right Hand of the divine?! My arse!"

 

Sera: 1."Mis Stoic has taking some bruises!"

          2."Her determination could be her downfall!"

 

Solas: 1."Maybe I can bring her back when I will enter the fade!""

           2."I better hope she appreciate it if we revive her."

 

Varric: 1."The bookstabber... I mean, Seeker is down!"

            2."How could you fall down so easely, Cassandra?"

 

Vivienne: 1."Dissappointing. I have expected better from the seeker."

                2."Help is on the way, dear!"

[BraveVesperia]

Damn, I'm out of likes!

*snip*

Ooh, right in the feels!

I'm definitely giggling at the thought of Dorian in Cole's hat too. And come to think of it, it would be very interesting if he's heard of Fenris. Seems likely too, how many lyrium-branded slaves can there be in Tevinter? 

[DameGrace]

Cole: 1."We must help the seeker!"

          2."How are we suppose to search something without Cassandra?"

 

This piece was inspiration for this clumsy writing: 

 

[Early in the game, banter between Cass and Cole. Iron Bull cameo and Drunk!Male Inquisitor "cameo"]

 

Cole: So, you are a Seeker, right?

Cass: (eyeing him) Yes, indeed I am.

Cole: This means, you search for things, right?

Cass: (confused) This is one way to put it. 

Cole: And you like to help people, right?

Cass: (slightly proudly) Yes. It had been my duty for many years to protect the people from different threats.

Cole: Why didn't you help the Inquisitor then? 

Cass: (even more confused) When was that?

Cole: The yestereve. He told he was looking for a warm cushion to rest his weary head. He looked really tired. 

Cass: (blushing) That was- He wasn't- He was drunk!

Cole: And then you smacked him on the head. And then he asked you to help him hold his mighty sword. Have you seen his sword? It's a heavy thing. And he was barely standing upright. Why didn't you help him?

Cass: (red as a beetroot) I... need to... stab something. 

Iron Bull: (smirk) He could have asked my help. I don't mind holding his sword. 

Cole: See, even Iron Bull wants to help Inquisitor. 

[Violet Carson]

So I wanted to have conversations between every companion without using the same one twice, so here is the first part.

 

 

Sera and Vivienne

 

Sera: So, Vivienne, you’re a stuck up, pretentious, conniving Richie Rich…

 

Vivienne: And?

 

Sera: Hm, oh, that’s it.

 

Vivienne: I see you’re still upset I changed out your dreadful attire for something more befitting an elf of your stature and graces.

 

Sera: You got rid of all my clothing. I had to wear a corset into battle. I couldn't breath in that thing.

 

Vivienne: As an Orlesian woman you learn that some things must be sacrificed for the sake of fashion

 

Sera: Like my life?

 

Vivienne: *sigh* Foreigners.

 

 

 

Blackwall, Varric, and Dorian

 

Blackwall: And then the orge lifts me into the air. I’m struggling, my sword is lost, the others are battling the horde of darkspawn. It’s me or him so I—

 

Dorian: Grab the ogre by the horns and rip his head off with your bare hands.

 

Blackwall: Oh, so I told you that one? What about when I met the king of Orzammar—

 

Varric: You and the king battled each other in the Provings. It lasted days upon days until you both finally collapsed of exhaustion.

 

Blackwall: Okay, how about—

 

Dorian: It turned out to be three nugs in an overcoat.

 

Blackwall:…Wish I’d known that at the time.

 

 

 

Iron Bull, Cole, and Solas

 

Solas: Your fear is unwarranted, Qunari.

 

Cole: I do not wish to harm you, Iron Bull.

 

Iron Bull: Fear? Ha! Fear is for elves and humans. I do not fear.

 

Solas: Then why do you hide behind the stable doors?

 

Iron Bull: That’s…uh…

 

Cole: Forgive me. I did not mean to scare you. I had forgotten I was invisible when I came up behind you.

 

Iron Bull: I already told you. I wasn't scared.

 

Solas: So that shriek of terror was what exactly?

 

Iron Bull: It…was a war cry.

 

Solas: Indeed.

 

Iron Bull: Now if you two will excuse me I need to try and find my pride.

[Violet Carson]

Here's the next part   Enjoy.

 

 

Cassandra and Josephine

 

Josephine: Have your duties to the Chantry ever taken you to Antiva, Cassandra?

 

Cassandra: Yes.

 

Josephine: What did you think? And remember I grew up with politicians and assassins, I’ll know if you’re lying.

 

Cassandra: And how is that?

 

Josephine: Everyone has a tell. Your nose wiggles ever so slightly when you tell a lie.

 

Cassandra: Why do you wish to know?

 

Josephine: We do not speak with each other often. I wish to get to know you better.

 

Cassandra: Very well. I found it beautiful. So much zeal and excitement. The scenery was stunning. If not for the constant political problems and those damned Crows, it might have been a place I’d visit more often.

 

Josephine: I see. Did you get a chance to swing by the Passion’s Embrace?

 

Cassandra: I…the brothel? Of course not.

 

Josephine: Cassandra…

 

Cassandra: Yes?

 

Josephine: Your nose is wiggling.

 

 

 

Cullen, Leliana, and the Inquisitor

 

 

Leliana: Inquisitor, I believe you should get one of those Fereldan war hounds.

 

Inquisitor: A mabari? Why's that?

 

Leliana: Well, both the Grey Warden and the Champion of Kirkwall had one at their sides. Perhaps you should continue the trend.

 

Cullen: Mabari are great assets to have in any war, Inquisitor. There are few that could stare an angry mabari in the eye and not be scared out of their trousers.

 

Leliana: Plus, we could dress it up with little bows and bathe it in the finest scents.

 

Cullen: What? It’s a war hound. War. Hound. Not a doll.

 

Leliana: I don’t see the problem. The Ash Warriors would paint their dogs.

 

Cullen: That is Kaddis. It is used so the Ash Warriors and the mabari are more easily able to find each other on the battlefield.

 

Leliana: Then perhaps I will just have to paint on pictures of flowers and bunnies.

 

Cullen: Maker forbid, bunnies? Are you serious?

 

Leliana: Oh, and maybe shoes as well. Can never go wrong with more shoes.  

[Rel Fexive]

Here's the next part   Enjoy.

 

Spoiler

Cassandra and Josephine

 

Josephine: Have your duties to the Chantry ever taken you to Antiva, Cassandra?

 

Cassandra: Yes.

 

Josephine: What did you think? And remember I grew up with politicians and assassins, I’ll know if you’re lying.

 

Cassandra: And how is that?

 

Josephine: Everyone has a tell. Your nose wiggles ever so slightly when you tell a lie.

 

Cassandra: Why do you wish to know?

 

Josephine: We do not speak with each other often. I wish to get to know you better.

 

Cassandra: Very well. I found it beautiful. So much zeal and excitement. The scenery was stunning. If not for the constant political problems and those damned Crows, it might have been a place I’d visit more often.

 

Josephine: I see. Did you get a chance to swing by the Passion’s Embrace?

 

Cassandra: I…the brothel? Of course not.

 

Josephine: Cassandra…

 

Cassandra: Yes?

 

Josephine: Your nose is wiggling.

 

 

 

Cullen, Leliana, and the Inquisitor

 

 

Leliana: Inquisitor, I believe you should get one of those Fereldan war hounds.

 

Inquisitor: A mabari? Why's that?

 

Leliana: Well, both the Grey Warden and the Champion of Kirkwall had one at their sides. Perhaps you should continue the trend.

 

Cullen: Mabari are great assets to have in any war, Inquisitor. There are few that could stare an angry mabari in the eye and not be scared out of their trousers.

 

Leliana: Plus, we could dress it up with little bows and bathe it in the finest scents.

 

Cullen: What? It’s a war hound. War. Hound. Not a doll.

 

Leliana: I don’t see the problem. The Ash Warriors would paint their dogs.

 

Cullen: That is Kaddis. It is used so the Ash Warriors and the mabari are more easily able to find each other on the battlefield.

 

Leliana: Then perhaps I will just have to paint on pictures of flowers and bunnies.

 

Cullen: Maker forbid, bunnies? Are you serious?

 

Leliana: Oh, and maybe shoes as well. Can never go wrong with more shoes.  

 

You're doing great!

[Violet Carson]

You're doing great!

 

Thank you very much. I'm so happy people are enjoying my randomness. 

[TheLittleBird]

Well, Violet.... do keep the banter coming! 

 

 

I'm loving it!

[The Ascendant]

Adaar: I understand you fought alongside the Champion of Kirkwall.
Varric: You're heard of him?
Adaar: I think it's safe to say that everyone knows of the Champion and the Warden. Is it true he fought the Arishok in a duel over a woman?
Varric: Isabela was always a wild one.
Adaar : And this was the same woman who stole the Tome of Koslun not once but twice and then returned it?
Varric: Yep.
Adaar: She is either the bravest or most stupid woman in all of Thedas. And luckiest considering that she wooed the Champion .
Varric: To be fair Hawke wooed her. But in the end she was glad he did.
Adaar: I wonder what their children would be like?
Varric: You're given me an idea for a brand new story. You're all right cowboy.
Adaar: 'Cowboy'. Hah.

[Violet Carson]

Iron Bull and the Inquisitor

 

Iron Bull: Why do we always take the long way when we go into caves and dungeons?

 

Inquisitor: What do you mean?

 

Iron Bull: You know what I mean. Every single time we enter a dungeon, we kill throngs of enemies, get lost in the tunnels, solve idiotic puzzles, until we finally get to the end to kill the ringleader or whatever only to discover that behind the boss was a shorter way all along that takes us right back to the entrance.

 

Inquisitor: Oh well, we don't use them because they're usually behind a locked door.

 

Iron Bull: Really? You kill dragons on a daily basis but a locked door is what makes you pause?

 

Inquisitor: ...Sometimes its on a ledge that's slightly too high.

 

Iron Bull: You're a mage. Levitate.

 

Inquisitor: You obviously don't understand the purpose of a dungeon crawl. With every enemy we slay we get stronger, with every tunnel we master we become wiser, with every puzzle we solve we become smarter.

 

Iron Bull: I suppose that makes sense--

 

Inquisitor: Ha, just kidding. It's about the loot.

[Violet Carson]

Sorry I'm bombarding this thread with so many postings. I just have so many ideas. If I'm going overboard just let me know.

 

So I thought I'd take a swing of the romantic variety. Enjoy   

 

Set the scene: Inquisitor has been hurt and the LIs try to comfort/heal them. Part 1 of 8

 

 

Iron Bull x Inquisitor

 

Inquisitor: Come on, say it.

 

Iron Bull: Say what?

 

Inquisitor: I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have charged that guy. I could have died blah, blah, blah...

 

Iron Bull: I’d never call you an idiot. Unlike that man I value my life. I don’t think I’ve seen such ferocity in one so small.

 

Inquisitor: Small? I’m not small.

 

Iron Bull: Sweetheart, everyone is small compared to me. Now let’s take a look at those injuries.

 

Inquisitor: Ouch. Is it bad?

 

Iron Bull: Well, compared to the other guy I’d say you were on the better end of the fight.

 

Inquisitor: That bad, huh?

 

Iron Bull: Ah, give it a spit shine it’ll be good as new.

 

Inquisitor: Oh, that’s reassuring.

 

Iron Bull: There, I’ve stitched the wound and wrapped it in linen.

 

Inquisitor: Huh, I didn’t think you knew much about first aid.

 

Iron Bull: Hey, I’m not all hack and slash. Even I have more than one use.

 

Inquisitor: Don’t I know it?

 

Iron Bull: Easy there, tiger. Let’s not try to break those stitches just yet.

 

Inquisitor: Whoa, are you turning me down? For sex? Who are you?

 

Iron Bull: I know. For some reason I find myself caring more about your body healing than the many, many, many ways I can pleasure it.

 

Inquisitor: That’s the nicest thing anyone has every said to me.

 

Iron Bull: *laughs* Take it easy, Inquisitor.