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[GreyVsGray]

Revive this bad boy

[Zack1187]

This would be a second part to my previous banter. Enjoy.

Varric: Are you serious?

Sera: Depends on the subject...

Varric: I mean about her.

Sera: Of course! I love her!

Varric: Just making sure.

Sera: Why would you think different?

Varric: The Seeker told me you had sex on her bed.

Sera: Well, its not just hers...

Varric: Who else?

Sera: I'd rather not say...

Varric: Maker... Was it my bed?

Sera: What? No! No, of... course... not..?

Varric: Dammit! What is wrong with you two?

Sera: Love! And its not wrong!

Varric: Yeah, yeah... Could you at least make sure she makes it to training tonight?

Sera: Only if you can distract Leliana for an extended period of time.

Varric: In her bed too?

Sera: Actually... Well, we are. But thats not the main reason, will you do it or not?

Varric: Sure... Just make sure no more in my bed, and we'll all be good.

Sera: I promise... *Satisfied, Varric walks away, Sera smiles to herself.* Nothing.

[Al Foley]

*in response to all the 'OMG look at the Inquisitor's casual wear, imagine doing judgements in that' posts...here is one where the Inquisitor does a judgement in pajamas* 

 

Kara: *yawns*  Its 4 in the morning Cullen, what do you want? 

 

Cullen: *Excitedly*  We captured him! 

 

KT:  Him, him who? 

 

Cullen: The great Barabarian leader who has been burnding down farms and assaulting our patrols. 

 

KT:  Cullen its FOUR IN THE MORNING!  Couldn't this have waited? 

 

Cullen:   Well, you told us to bring him to you immedietly upon his capture.  So here he is, in the throne room, waiting for you to judge his most vile deeds. 

 

KT:  *sighs* I am not gettign out of this am I?  Oh well, I am up already, might as well go see him. 

 

*little later*

 

Barbarian Leader:  *sneers* here is the mighty Inquisitor, come to see me in her pajamas...looking good babe. 

 

KT *sits in the throne and gets comfy*  Mr. Barbarian...its four in the morning, I haven't had my coffee yet, you have pissed me off before, AND NOW YOU ARE INSULTING MY CHOICE OF SLEEPING WEAR!  

 

BL:  I didn't mean anything by it. 

 

KT: *sarcastic laugh*  I am sure! 

 

BL: Its just that...no one has ever...done something like this before.  Usually the people who judge others wear....somethign black.  And more robe like, but in a good way. 

 

KT:  That does it!  Off with his head! 

 

BL:  But...I can serve you!  I will do anything honest! 

 

KT:  Too late for that, your scum has insulted me once too often!  *gets up and stalks out of the room while the BL is picked up and taken away by a pair of guards, screaming* 

 

Varric:  Well I guess its true what they say, no fury in the Fade like a woman in pajamas scorned. 

 

KT: Shut up!

[Basement Cat]

From the Sera thread.

 

*Ragequisitor's room. Sera is lying on the floor with her feet propped on a couch. Ragequisitor is working on something at her desk*

 

Sera: *sigh*

 

Ragequisitor: What's the matter now? *tinkering*

 

Sera: I'm bored.

 

Ragequisitor: Then go to the tavern. I'm sure you'll find something to amuse you there.

 

Sera: I wanna see what you're working on!

 

Ragequisitor: How did you get in here anyway? That new lock was supposed to be pick-proof! *tinkering still*

 

Sera: I climbed in through the balcony.

 

Ragequisitor: *pause* Damn it. I'll have to do something about that. *still tinkering*

 

Sera: How come you never come to the tavern?

 

Ragequisitor: I don't drink. *still tinkering*

 

Sera: *sits up straight* What? As in, never?

 

Ragequisitor: I got drunk once. *tinkering continues*

 

Sera: What happened?

 

Ragequisitor: It turns out I'm an angry drunk. *tinkers further*

 

Sera: *pales* ... I don't even...

 

Ragequisitor: I broke five chairs, two tables, seven arms, three legs and two heads. *keeps tinkering*

 

Sera: How'd you get away with that?

 

Ragequisitor: I pinned it on my cousin. *still tinkering*

 

Sera: Your cousin?! That's cold!

 

Ragequisitor: Not really. He likes to mess around with the Elven servants. Whether they like it or not. *tinkers on and on*

 

Sera: Oh. That's ok then.

 

Ragequisitor: *device snaps* Finished!

 

Sera: What'd you make? *walks over eagerly*

 

Ragequisitor: A puzzle scroll case for our couriers. That way if a message is intercepted it won't be so easy to read it.

 

Sera: Neat! But... couldn't someone just smash it open?

 

Ragequisitor: If they do, they'll shatter the glass container inside, releasing the acid, destroying the message and getting a lungful of trouble in the bargain.

 

Sera: ... Remind me not to break into your desk.

 

Ragequisitor: Don't break into my desk.

 

 

Spoiler

[Zack1187]

Alright, this one is in the war room, and takes place some time after the previous Banter. Might wrap up this 'Arc' I have been writing too.

 

Josephine: Alright, Inquisitor, we have a problem.

 

Inquisitor: That would be what? *She's trying to ignore Leliana's glare.*

 

Josephine: Alright, whats with all this tension for one?

 

Inquisitor: Nothing..?

 

Leliana: They were stupid enough to get caught in my traps.

 

Josephine: Regardless, we have a real problem, so set that aside for now.

 

Inquisitor: What is it?

 

Josephine: You alienated half of Orlais.

 

Leliana: My people say that the general populous is not pleased. People are turning against us.

 

Inquisitor: It will be fine...

 

Josephine: We're only supported by about 20% of Orlais.

 

Inquisitor: I'll admit, that's a little lower than I expected...

 

Josephine: So, you admit we have a problem.

 

Inquisitor: Nope. You do. You're my diplomatic advisor, fix this.

 

Josephine: Can you ensure you're going to close the breach?

 

Inquisitor: No.

 

Josephine: Will you get married?

 

Inquisitor: Maker No!

 

Josephine: Then we have a problem.

 

Inquisitor: Leliana, can you have this nay sayer assassinated?

 

Leliana: Not when you say it publicly.

 

Inquisitor: You were more fun as a Bard...

[Declined_Misery]

Inquisitor: *Spots a high dragon in the distance* Finally, a challenge! Onwards!

 

Solas: Don't be stupid. We don't stand a chance against that thing!

 

Inquisitor: I did say it would be a challenge. You forget, we have a dragon killer on our side. We'll be fine.

 

Solas: We'll be nothing but smoke and ash. That's what we'll be if we attack it.

 

Sera: I don't want to fight a dragon. This isn't what i signed up for...

 

Inquisitor: What DID you sign up for?

 

Sera: Fun! Excitement! This isn't fun. This is suicide!

 

Inquisitor: You don't think attacking a dragon is exciting? Think of the bloodrush!

 

Sera: I'd rather keep my blood. I never thought i'd say this but this is reckless. Demons, Blood mages, Templars are one thing... A dragon is

another thing entirely.

 

Solas: For once, i agree with you. We should avoid it at all cost.

 

Inquisitor: All this disagreeing is tiresome. Cass, you have my back, right?

 

Cassandra: .........

 

*They all look around*

 

Solas: Where did she go?

 

*Cassandra emerges, covered in blood*

 

Cassandra: *Catches her breath* We should be fine now. The route ahead is cleared.

 

Inquisitor: The Dragon? Did you just...

 

Cassandra: I did. It's dead. Now we can proceed.

 

Solas: You took down a dragon. All by yourself? The legends are true.

 

Inquisitor: You stole my kill.

 

Cassandra: You never stood a chance against that thing. No one did.

 

Inquisitor: You did.

 

Cassandra: You are not me.

 

[Silver Moone]

Inquisitor: You should try offering me a compliment once in a while.

 

Cullen: Well... um ah... I like...

 

Inquisitor: Go on.

 

Cullen: The way your ****** bounce when I pin your arms and take you on the side of the bed.

 

Inquisitor: Well, I was not expecting that.

 

Cole: Where did he take you?

 

Inquisitor\Cullen: Cole what are you doing here!?

 

(credit given to Despair Demon) 

[GreyVsGray]

IB: Cassandra, all I'm saying is that he's into you.

Cass: Firstly, you don't know me well enough to use my first name. Secondly, Cadash is not "into me"

IB: What a boring woman. The dwarf has been giving you goo goo eyes in between missions. Besides, he told me.

Cass: What EXACTLY did he say?

IB: We were just bantering, playing around. I confessed I have a bit of a thing for Cullen and he admitted he's been into you since day one. Something about your paleness.

Cass: You're telling me his main reason for desiring me is his love for paleness? Honestly?

IB: Straight from the short horse's mouth.

Cass:... Now it doesn't seem strange that I'm a bit interested in his skin tone.

IB: Ohhh... I think it does. But that's not my business, woman.

[Declined_Misery]

Inquisitor: *Spots a handful of bandits in the distance* Let's do this.

 

Blackwall: You mean kill them?

 

Inquisitor: Well, they don't seem the sort to give us a friendly welcome.

 

Blackwall: There is an alternative solution to this situation.

 

Inquisitor: Is it simple?

 

Blackwall: Simple? No. Better? Yes.

 

Inquisitor: How is not killing them better?

 

Blackwall: I'd rather avoid a fight. I've seen enough bloodshed over the years. It's not worth it. There is always a better way.

 

Inquisitor: How did someone like you become a Warden?

 

Blackwall: I know when to stay my blade. That's how.

 

Inquisitor: Would you stay your blade if it was Darkspawn and not bandits?

 

Blackwall: Probably not.
 

[GreyVsGray]

Inquisitor: *Spots a handful of bandits in the distance* Let's do this.

Blackwall: You mean kill them?

Inquisitor: Well, they don't seem the sort to give us a friendly welcome.

Blackwall: There is an alternative solution to this situation.

Inquisitor: Is it simple?

Blackwall: Simple? No. Better? Yes.

Inquisitor: How is not killing them better?

Blackwall: I'd rather avoid a fight. I've seen enough bloodshed over the years. It's not worth it. There is always a better way.

Inquisitor: How did someone like you become a Warden?

Blackwall: I know when to stay my blade. That's how.

Inquisitor: Would you stay your blade if it was Darkspawn and not bandits?

Blackwall: Probably not.

Aha! Someone watched the stream today!

[Declined_Misery]

Aha! Someone watched the stream today!

[BronzTrooper]

I decided to have a bit of dialogue between my human-hating Tabris and IB about their skills in combat.

 

IB:  So, how many foes have you slain with a single swing?  I'm up to three.

 

Tabris:  Three?  I've gotten up to five.

 

IB:  Five?  No way.

 

Tabris:  It was during the Battle of Denerim.  Damn hurlocks had me surrounded, so I swung in a circle and sliced them all in half.

 

IB:  Damn... wouldn't have thought an elf could've done that.

 

Tabris:  Don't bother with believing stereotypes.  Stereotypes are spread by ignorant fools.

[Cerulione]

Inquisitor: *Spots a high dragon in the distance* Finally, a challenge! Onwards!

 

Solas: Don't be stupid. We don't stand a chance against that thing!

 

Inquisitor: I did say it would be a challenge. You forget, we have a dragon killer on our side. We'll be fine.

 

Solas: We'll be nothing but smoke and ash. That's what we'll be if we attack it.

 

Sera: I don't want to fight a dragon. This isn't what i signed up for...

 

Inquisitor: What DID you sign up for?

 

Sera: Fun! Excitement! This isn't fun. This is suicide!

 

Inquisitor: You don't think attacking a dragon is exciting? Think of the bloodrush!

 

Sera: I'd rather keep my blood. I never thought i'd say this but this is reckless. Demons, Blood mages, Templars are one thing... A dragon is

another thing entirely.

 

Solas: For once, i agree with you. We should avoid it at all cost.

 

Inquisitor: All this disagreeing is tiresome. Cass, you have my back, right?

 

Cassandra: .........

 

*They all look around*

 

Solas: Where did she go?

 

*Cassandra emerges, covered in blood*

 

Cassandra: *Catches her breath* We should be fine now. The route ahead is cleared.

 

Inquisitor: The Dragon? Did you just...

 

Cassandra: I did. It's dead. Now we can proceed.

 

Solas: You took down a dragon. All by yourself? The legends are true.

 

Inquisitor: You stole my kill.

 

Cassandra: You never stood a chance against that thing. No one did.

 

Inquisitor: You did.

 

Cassandra: You are not me.

 

Just epic... I can simply imagine this scene...

[Declined_Misery]

Just epic... I can simply imagine this scene...

Thanks

[Al Foley]

I decided to have a bit of dialogue between my human-hating Tabris and IB about their skills in combat.

 

IB:  So, how many foes have you slain with a single swing?  I'm up to three.

 

Tabris:  Three?  I've gotten up to five.

 

IB:  Five?  No way.

 

Tabris:  It was during the Battle of Denerim.  Damn hurlocks had me surrounded, so I swung in a circle and sliced them all in half.

 

IB:  Damn... wouldn't have thought an elf could've done that.

 

Tabris:  Don't bother with believing stereotypes.  Stereotypes are spread by ignorant fools.

This was just ripe for a Garrus imitation 'yeah well it was technically six but the sixth one fell over from fright, didn't seem fair to count him'.

[GreyVsGray]

Cole and Sera banter! Why? Because I'm a masochist!

Sera: So... You told him about what I did, huh?

Cole: Don't ask questions you know the answer to.

Sera: Then let me ask you this.... Why?

Cole: Why what?

Sera: You defended me. Multiple times. You're part of the reason I'm here. Why? I treat you like pure shite!

Cole: Because I understand. I see your real feelings.

Sera: My real feelings? And they are?

Cole: Fear, not hatred. You're scared of me. You can't fathom to think of me being here. You can't even begin to figure me out. And it scares you what I might be. That I might kill you. It reminds me of my father.

Sera: You mean.. The original you? His father?

Cole: Rhys and Evangeline saw what he did to me and my sister. In my memories. In the fade. They taught me not to fear. They taught me to hope.

Sera: To not fear and to hope.. What exactly?

Cole: To not fear people who fear me. And to hope for their safety. I care about you even through all our issues. I'll try to be less creepy to you. So.. Care about me too?

Sera: Uh... Well... You don't have a nice pair of breasts... but I'll make a bit of an exception... Cole.

[Zack1187]

Hey, guys. Whats up? Um... yeah? Total and complete Swageth I guess is a thing? Just giving you a Banter because... Writers Block is a thing on my current story Im working on. Nice to switch gears once in a while. Jah Feel?

Varric: What do you think about this whole thing?

Cassandra: About the Breach?

Varric: No. I mean about the Inquisitor and Sera.

Cassandra: Havent we been over this once before?

Varric: Probably.

Cassandra: I think its a bad idea. We need to focus on saving the world.

Varric: Well, yeah... But have you ever noticed how the Warden, Hawke, and now the Inquisitor are all female mages? Who were gay?

Cassandra: Coincidences.

Varric: Maybe. Or maybe we're all inside a magic box that shows you moving pictures, and all of this is fake?

Cassandra: There is no way that is true.

Varric: You were also convinced that the Inquisitor was a terrorist, and Hawke for that matter... Say, do you think the Warden was a terrorist who got Denerim attacked by the Archdemon? And King Cailan killed?

Cassandra: Of course not Varric, that Warden was a Hero. So was the Champion.

Varric: And the Inquisitor.

Cassandra: That remains to be seen.

[Ignasious]

It's about time I try out some banter about romance 

 

Vivienne: I have heard some rather unpleasent rumours recently, Sera.

 

Sera: If this is about those dresses of yours that dissapeared and then ended up in the stables, I did'nt do it. It was probably Cole.

 

Vivienne: No, I was thinking about you and the Inqu-...wait, what was that about my dresses?

 

Sera: Wait, you havn't found out about it yet? Oh...ehm, you were asking about me and the Inquisitor? Yeah, we are -totaly- an item right now...bet she would'nt like it at all if you hurt me.

 

Vivienne: You and I are going to have a good, and proper talk about this when we get back to the keep.

 

Sera: Oh, I wish I had time to chat, but, I'm sorry. Going to be busy sleeping with the boss when we get back. I will make sure to think of you when we do it though.

 

Inquisitor: I hope not...

 

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Varric: So, you and the Inquisitor, Curley?

 

Dorian: What can I say, he has an exelent taste in men.

 

Varric: And he don't mind the entire Tevinter thing?

 

Dorian: I'm lucky to have found someone that is not so judgmental about ones orgin. Or, I should consider him the lucky one. It could have otherwise ended up as a one night stand.

 

Varric: Oh, I doubt that. People can go pretty far with their hate for a particular group. Trust me, I saw that a plenty in Kirkwall.

 

Dorian: But, how many of the hated people were like me, Varric? I already know the answear. None.

 

Varric: Alright, alright. I just wanted to wish you both good luck with the romance, no need to brag about yourself again.

 

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Cole: Solas...there is something the people at the hold have been talking about recently, that I don't realy understand.

 

Solas: And, that is?

 

Cole: They have talked about you and the Inquisitor starting a...ship.

 

Solas: A ship? How exactly do you start a ship?

 

Cole: I have no idea. But I think the name of it is relation.

 

Solas: ...I think they may have refered to me and Lavellan starting a relationship, Cole.

 

Cole: Are you sure? Sera and Bull talked alot about the "motion of the ocean", and it being bumpy and creaky.

 

Iron Bull (if present): Hehehe

Sera (if present): S-...shut up.

 

Solas: *sigh*  And people wonder why I have been a wanderer.

[The Ascendant]

Back to my old Adaar and Cass. The oddest couple in Thedas!

Cass: Were you a soldier in the Qun?

Adaar: Nope. I am a merc. I was never in the Qun.

Cass: Why not?

Adaar: I wasn't born into it. Why isn't every human worshiping Andraste and your Maker?

Cass: I.... don't know.

Adaar: Maybe the Qun and the Chantry have more in common than you think.

[Declined_Misery]

The Inquisitor and Blackwall have a chat.

 

Inquisitor: What's it like, being a Grey Warden?

 

Blackwall: It's a solitary life. I am part of an order of men and women from all of Thedas. Elf, Dwarf, Humans. I would give my life to save a brother or sister and i face death each day with an unknowing certainty. Somedays It's... hard to go on, but i must, because that is the way of the Wardens.

 

Inquisitor: The life of a Warden seems hard. Don't you ever want to, you know, Quit?

 

Blackwall: Many times i have walked into the sunset, hoping to find a quiet spot and live out the rest of my days in peace... before the calling calls to me. But i couldn't... I am needed. It is what i am. A Warden never shake his duty, never.

 

Inquisitor: The calling is the taint inside your blood, yes?

 

Blackwall: One day i will descend into the deep roads and i shall never emerge. That is how a Grey Warden tale ends. I don't relish that day but when it comes, it comes. I'd rather die on the battlefield though... giving my life to save a friend close to me.

 

Inquisitor: You are not dying on my watch, Warden. You have my word on that. We'll see this through to the end.

 

Blackwall: and that is what frightens me the most... You know, you would make a good Warden. You have fire in your heart, a powerful sword arm and your a dwarf. A perfect Grey Warden recruit.

 

Inquisitor: Being the "Herald of Andraste" is enough for me, thanks.

 

Blackwall: Still not keen on the title?

 

Inquisitor: It's grown on me but it just seems a little weird... I dread the day i meet a chantry cleric and have to introduce myself "Hello, I am a dwarf and i am the "Herald of Andraste!" Uh... i'm not looking forward to it.

 

Blackwall: A lot of people see hope in that title. Dwarf or no, people look upto you, not literally, ofcourse. You bring hope to thousands of people and like it or not you're respected because of that.

 

Inquisitor: You think people respect me? My past is full of misdeeds.

 

Blackwall: Being a Warden has teached me a lot of things. Your origins are not important, it's the future people look at. The past is irrelevant. The future is now.

 

Inquisitor: Stop it. You gonna start making me cry and let me tell you, a dwarf crying is not a pretty sight, trust me.

 

Blackwall: I'd take a blubbering dwarf over darkspawn, anyday.

[Ignasious]

Cole: I don't understand...you don't appear to be hurt?

 

Sera: Are you talking about me?

 

Cole: About you, and the Inquisitor...I don't understand.

 

Sera: Oh, look, it finaly took eanough blunt trauma to the head. What exactly is it that you don't understand?

 

Cole: Last night, I walked outside the Inquisitors room...then, I heard her voice. And your voice. It sounded like you two were in pain.

 

Sera: ...You what?

 

Cole: I even tried to open the door, but it was locked. The Inquisitor told me spesificaly to not enter her room when it's locked, so I didn't pick the lock. What were you two doing last night?

 

Sera: Nothing you need to care about, ghost! Just-...stay away from both of our rooms!

 

Cole: I-...as you wish.

 

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Dorian: So, s/he finaly rode the bull, huh?

 

Iron Bull: *laughs* Yes, s/he did.

 

Dorian: And, it was good, I assume?

 

IB (if Inquisitor is male): Let's just say, we are all walking for a very good reason today, instead of riding on a horse.

IB (if Inquisitor is female): Let's just say, that the Inquisitor has a certain bounce to her, that is simply enchanting.

 

Inquisitor: Please stop talking. Now.

 

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Varric: So...you and the Inquisitor are knocking your boots together?

 

Blackwall: You arn't looking for fodder for your stories again, I hope? I am fine with talking about my trips into the deep roads, but I prefer to keep my personal life personal.

 

Varric: What about if I use different names? People won't be able to tell it's your personal life I am talking about.

 

Blackwall: Will it be like the last time, where you simply replaced my name with "Greatbeard"?

 

Cole (if present): You are the magnificent warden warrior Greatbeard? No wonder I imagined him looking like you...

 

Varric: Okay, it wasn't the best substitute, but, I promise, if I talk anything about your romance, I will be more subtle.

 

Blackwall: Nice try Varric, but I'll just stay quiet about this one.

[Declined_Misery]

Inquisitor: 15.

 

Varric: 17.

 

Dorian: If you count Nugs, 19

 

Varric: Nugs don't count.

 

Dorian: ok, 16!

 

Cass: What are you guys doing?

 

Inquisitor: We are seeing how many people we killed today.

 

Cass: Why?

 

Bull: BECAUSE IT'S FUN! 28! I WIN!

 

Varric: Not yet... Cass?

 

Cass: What's the prize?

 

Dorian: Free drinks!

 

Cass: Ok... 22.

 

Bull: I WIN!

 

Blackwall: 29. I thank you, Bull, for being such a good sport.

 

Bull: It's not OVER YET! *Sera walks in*

 

Sera: 32.

 

Inquisitor: How?

 

Sera: I'm an archer, remember? No one notices little old me.

 

Inquisitor: I can't believe she beat the Bull.

 

Bull: I need a drink.

 

Inquisitor: Make it a double.

[Degenerate Rakia Time]

Alright, this one is in the war room, and takes place some time after the previous Banter. Might wrap up this 'Arc' I have been writing too.

 

Josephine: Alright, Inquisitor, we have a problem.

 

Inquisitor: That would be what? *She's trying to ignore Leliana's glare.*

 

Josephine: Alright, whats with all this tension for one?

 

Inquisitor: Nothing..?

 

Leliana: They were stupid enough to get caught in my traps.

 

Josephine: Regardless, we have a real problem, so set that aside for now.

 

Inquisitor: What is it?

 

Josephine: You alienated half of Orlais.

 

Leliana: My people say that the general populous is not pleased. People are turning against us.

 

Inquisitor: It will be fine...

 

Josephine: We're only supported by about 20% of Orlais.

 

Inquisitor: I'll admit, that's a little lower than I expected...

 

Josephine: So, you admit we have a problem.

 

Inquisitor: Nope. You do. You're my diplomatic advisor, fix this.

 

Josephine: Can you ensure you're going to close the breach?

 

Inquisitor: No.

 

Josephine: Will you get married?

 

Inquisitor: Maker No!

 

Josephine: Then we have a problem.

 

Inquisitor: Leliana, can you have this nay sayer assassinated?

 

Leliana: Not when you say it publicly.

 

Inquisitor: You were more fun as a Bard...

im sorry but the Inquisitor and Leliana aint nearly as awesome as the president and Ben King, Josie is probably better than Pierce though

[Zack1187]

im sorry but the Inquisitor and Leliana aint nearly as awesome as the president and Ben King, Josie is probably better than Pierce though

Thats true. Im just glad that someone got the reference.

[Al Foley]

*knocks and arrow...releases it...knocks an arrow...releases it* 

 

IB:  Nice form. 

 

KT: *looks around.*  Thanks. 

 

*knocks an arrow...releases it* 

 

KT *Frowns* IDK...I feel a little stiff. 

 

IB *joins her and shrugs* you are still hitting the target, and your form is certainly...nice.  *looks her over* 

 

KT *smirks* You flirting with me Bull? 

 

IB: *pulls her in aggressively* I don't tend to flirt...my flirting is a lot more physical then most humans are used to. 

 

KT: Promises promises.

 

*he leans in for a kiss, rough and passionate*

 

Cole:  Help! Help!  The Iron Bull is trying to eat the Inquisitor's face!