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[Grieving Natashina]

This is what I imagine it would be like if Sera had to wear a dress for a ball:

 

Vivienne: Hmm, I think this dress would compliment your eyes, dear.   Your hair...goodness.  Well, I've worked with worse, so this isn't as hopeless at it first appears.  Now, as far as the mask, I was thinking of a gazelle theme, since the browns and golds would bring out your natural colors...

 

Sera <mouth taped shut, tied to a chair> : Mmmphf!

 

Vivienne: Now now darling, I wasn't the one that hacked off your hair with a dagger.  By the Maker, whatever were you thinking?  It is a shame too, because your hair and eyes are your best, and possibly only, good features.

 

<Sera looks at Vivienne, her eyes full of daggers.>

 

Vivienne: Be grateful dear.  It isn't every day that a person of zero fashion sense has me as an expert on hand.  For once, you might actually be acceptable enough for public.  Now, about that dress, do you prefer pink?  Or perhaps baby blue?
 

Sera <struggling in her seat>  Umuffmphf!

 

Varric: It could be worse.  You should see what her and Dorian have in store for Solas.

 

Vivienne: That reminds me, Varric...are you really wearing that to the ball?

 

Varric: Rest assured Madame, I know how to clean up for a fancy party.  You seem to have your hands full as it is.

 

<Quizzy walks in, sees Varric making a quick exit, Sera tied to a chair and gagged, and Vivienne looking mighty pleased with herself>

 

Quizzy: What the hell did I miss this time?!?

[ParagonPunk]

Varric and Cassandra:

 

Varric: You know Seeker I was thinking...

Cass: Thinking? That's a surprise.

Varric: I was thinking... That if you want to make more friends you shouldn't greet everyone with a sword to the throat.

Cass: I'm not here to make friends.

Varric: You continue to scare me ****-less.

 

Cole, Sera and Cassandra:

 

Cole: Are you staring at me?

Sera: *silence*

Cole: *mumbling* Maybe being seen isn't so fun.

Sera: Cass. I can't believe the Inquisitor kept it around.

Cole: I'm right here. Aren't I?

Cassandra: What is it now?

Sera: It's staring at me now. I feel like it's plotting my death.

Cassandra: If you can't get along, don't talk to each other.

Sera: Hard not to when it keeps staring at me.

Cole: You were staring!

Cassandra: *sigh* Maker why me?

[BronzTrooper]

Sorry, can't think of anything atm.  I'll try to come up with something soon, though.  

[Wolfen09]

...I don't get it.

 

he basically insults cole, by saying the only thing they have in common is the mysterious thing, meaning hes not smart like he made sandal out to be as indicated by cole being slow on the uptake.

[CapivaRasgor]

Varric and a Human Inquisitor (if the Warden was a human mage):

Varric: So, Greenthumb, Treveylan is your last name, isn't it?

Inquisitor: Yes, what of it?

Varric: So, did your dad seduce an Amell noblewoman and ran away with her to his homeland, away from the parents who disapproved their love? That looks romantic.

Inquisitor: Err.. what?

Varric: Or maybe your dad slept with the servant and she bore an illegitimate child, "the reluctant heir to the throne of the Amells".

Inquisitor: Is there a point here Varric?

Varric: Oh, you see, every important human in the last ten years were part of the Amell family.

Varric: Look at the Hero of Ferelden, he/she was an Amell... the Champion's mom was an Amell.

Inquisitor: And you think I'm one of the Amells to?

Varric: Greenthumb, even if you think you aren't, you are. You just don't know it yet. Tradition demands.

Inquisitor: *Sigh*

Varric: Would be a terrible story if you weren't.

[ReallyRue]

(Dorian, Solas, Cole) This one's a little babbly. Because Dorian and Solas are excitable magic geeks.

 

Dorian: "Fascinating! Do you think his presence in the mortal realm is due to these tears in the Veil, or something of a more suspect nature?"

Solas: "Hmm...he doesn’t fit any category for demons I’ve heard of. It’s possible that he’s some new and undiscovered variety. If he’s a benign spirit though, why would he choose to leave the Fade? Maybe he was pulled through against his will."

Cole: "Actually, I –"

Dorian: "I knew many Magisters who summoned spirits and demons to help with their work, though none that were able to mesh a living host and spirit so perfectly."

Solas: "Yes, Varric saw something similar before, but the host was incredibly mentally unstable. There’s nothing in your Necromantic studies that could shed light on this?"

Cole: "The original Cole –"

Dorian: "No, the bodies I’ve used before lacked any kind of sentience. Any spirits involved are usually simple wisps, not anything so... extraordinary!"

Solas: "Maybe we should take him on our next trip into the Fade to see how he reacts?"

Dorian: "Perhaps have him interact with a demon while we supervise!"

Solas: "Or ask Cassandra or Cullen to test their anti-magic abilities on him to see how they effect him."

Cole: "I think I need to go... over there now."

 

---

(Varric, Leliana, Cullen) I know advisors don't technically have banter, but I'd love to see Leliana and Cullen interact about a romanced fem Amell.

 

Varric: "I hear you knew the Hero of Ferelden, Leliana."

Leliana: *chuckles* "Better than most, I should think."

Varric: "Care to share any juicy details? I want to hear about the woman behind the name."

Leliana: "Well... she is a very beautiful woman. Not just attractive, no. She has a sort of... presence, the kind that makes you take notice the moment she walks into a room."

Cullen: "And very pretty eyes..."

Leliana: "Ah, yes. Also pretty eyes. There is a certain gaze to them that tells of the intelligence and determination she possesses."

Cullen: "Quickest Harrowing I’ve ever seen."

Leliana: "Right... she is a truly fine mage too. Once, during a cold and dull watch at our party’s camp, she summoned several small wisps to act out a story I was telling. Framed against the inky sky... it was the most exquisite thing I have seen in a long time."

Cullen: "She did that all the time back in the Tower."

Leliana: "Cullen! Am I telling the story here, or are you?"

Cullen: "I’m simply making sure you don’t forget any of the details."

Leliana: "I think I know the details a little better than you do."

Cullen: "Well, I did know her first."

Varric: "Hmm..."

Cullen: "You’re not going to use this as fodder for one of your stories, are you?"

Varric: "No, no. The angsty love-triangle story is definitely overdone. Friend-fiction, however, is an interesting new venture I’m looking into."

[Zehealingman]

Scribbles: How do you do it? I mean, I have seen them all walking around in Skyhold and... my head hurts even thinking about it! Those rags, THOSE RAGSSSSS! And you poor thing have to fight along side of them .... yuck!

 

Vivienne: I am well aware of it, dear. Of course, when I took my concerns to the Inquisitor, he simply declared that it would not be a problem, even after I told him that we would probally be executed on sight if we cross the border to Orlais.

 

Scribbles: That Elf? He-...

 

Vivienne: *sigh* I know, darling. I know ....

 

--------

 

Iron Bull: What is it this time?

 

Varric: You know, the Hero of Ferelden is a mage.

 

Iron Bull: ... And?

 

Varric: The Champion is a mage.

 

Iron Bull: Is there a point to this? If not, I would like to get ****** drunk with that weird ass poison now ...

 

Varric: *small laugh* Ah, don't bother me. I was just asking myself why their mouths are- ...

 

Iron Bull: Stop it right there and crawl back to your mothers full-of-nug-****** womb, would you?

 

Varric: A mother joke? I would have expected more!

 

---

 

Cullen: So, as planned, I would say that your agents should sabotage the gates and then my soldiers would storm in a- ... Leliana?

 

Leliana: Your sheat, is it nug leather?

 

Cullen: Yes, the Inquisitor gav -

 

Leliana : Makers breath, that poor thing!

 

Cullen: Well, ... uhm ... one nug isn't enou -

 

Leliana: Maker!

 

---

 

Vivienne: Solas, dreaming again, are we?

 

Solas: Vivienne, beeing close minded again, are we?

 

Vivienne: As always, it is truly a pleasure talking with you.

 

Solas: Right.

 

---

 

Iron Bull: And all of sudden ... blood everywhere!

 

Sera: What are you talking about, big guy?

 

Iron Bull: Did you never think about it? Whenever we are done slaughtering something ... there is always a looooot of blood.

 

Sera: Well ... yeah, that can happen.

 

Iron Bull: No Sera, you don't get it . I think .... yes I think that there is a hole bigger picture.

 

Sera: Eh big one, are you drunk?

 

Iron Bull: Are you?

 

Sera: Maybe.

 

Iron Bull: Maybe.

 

Sera: ... Alright, we are drunk AND we are not the ones who lost alot of blood. Win win, right?

 

Iron Bull: ... Right.

 

---

 

Sera: Can I ask you a question? Pleassse?

 

Blackwall: Of course.

 

Sera: Alright, stay with me on that one. Do you need such a ... uhm .... eh ...  nice beard to join he Warden?

 

Blackwall: Ah, I see. I thought that you would ask sooner.

 

Sera: What do you mean?

 

Blackwall: I can cleary see that you tried to grow a beard. Yes, your facial hair did grow quite a bit,  no? See, if you want to join th -

 

Sera: ALRIGHT, I get. No more jokes about the beard.

 

Blackwall: Good girl.

[Clockwork_Wings]

Varric: So, you and the inquisitor.

Cullen: What of it?

Varric: Got a thing for the mages don't you?  The warden, the champion('s sister), and now the inquisitor...

Cullen: There was nothing between me and the champion('s sister)!

Varric: But you don't deny the warden.  Good to know.

[Clockwork_Wings]

Cullen: So then the Hero of Fereldan defeated Ulric and talked the templars out of killing them all.  Then her cousin got involved with all manner of stuff in Kirkwall, an expedition into the deep roads, going toe-to-toe with the qunari military leader, finally taking on the knight-captain herself. 

Varric: And now you're here with the leader of the inquisition, a saarabas.

Cullen: Yes.

Varric:...what is it with you and mages?

[Clockwork_Wings]

Varric: How does a qunari end up studying at the circle of magi in Fereldan?

Inquisitor: I was left in a basket on the Tower's doorstep.  My name, "Saarabas," was painted onto the side of the basket.  The mages figured my family must have smuggled me out of Par Vollen or Seheron or someplace.  I used to think about them, what they must have given up to set me free, how much they must have risked so that I wouldn't be leashed and kenneled like an animal... *imagines qunari parents camping in the woods with an infant*

Varric:

Inquistor: What?

Varric: Qunari don't have names as you or I know them.  They have titles.  "Saarabas" is the qunari word for "mage" and it literally means "dangerous thing."  Secondly, the qunari don't have families as you or I know them.  They reproduce for the same reason they do anything else, to satisfy a demand of the qun.  My guess, your parents were wandering tal-vashoth who sent you to the place they knew that deals with mages.  They probably didn't even know that Fereldan doesn't leash their mages.

Inquisitor:

[Clockwork_Wings]

Cassandra: So, you and the champion...
Varric: I plead the fifth.

 

 

Vivienne: *chuckles*

Elfquisitor: What?

Vivienne: My father believed life had an "upward trajectory."  If he'd seen me here, with you, he'd be spitting hot coals.

Elfquisitor: Don't many nobles have an elf or two on the side?

Vivienne: Among the nobles, ma cher, who one beds, who one loves, and who one commits to for life are often three entirely different things.

Elfquisitor: The formidable Madame de Fer, dallying with an alienage elf.  I'm sure you're the most talked about lady in all of Orlais!

Vivienne:  I know!  And you, ma cher, with your fancy armor and armies flying your banner.  What must the alienage say about you?

Elfquisitor: Look at him, his nose in the air, his armor all bright and shiny, bought with Madame de Fer's coin, I'm sure, paraded about the Orlesian balls like some sort of prettied-up pet.  Look at him, he's forgotten who he is, forgotten the alienage that raised him.  Why doesn't he bring his armies home to set his people free?

Vivienne:  You fight for all of us, ma cher.

Elfquisitor:  I'm aware of that.

Vivienne:  Then that's all that matters.

[Queen of Evil]

Varric: How does a qunari end up studying at the circle of magi in Fereldan?
Inquisitor: I was left in a basket on the Tower's doorstep.  My name, "Saarabas," was painted onto the side of the basket.  The mages figured my family must have smuggled me out of Par Vollen or Seheron or someplace.  I used to think about them, what they must have given up to set me free, how much they must have risked so that I wouldn't be leashed and kenneled like an animal... *imagines qunari parents camping in the woods with an infant*
Varric:
Inquistor: What?
Varric: Qunari don't have names as you or I know them.  They have titles.  "Saarabas" is the qunari word for "mage" and it literally means "dangerous thing."  Secondly, the qunari don't have families as you or I know them.  They reproduce for the same reason they do anything else, to satisfy a demand of the qun.  My guess, your parents were wandering tal-vashoth who sent you to the place they knew that deals with mages.  They probably didn't even know that Fereldan doesn't leash their mages.
Inquisitor:

Sad feels. Poor qunquisitor. Good banter thought :-)

[Eveangaline]

Cullen: So then the Hero of Fereldan defeated Ulric and talked the templars out of killing them all. Then her cousin got involved with all manner of stuff in Kirkwall, an expedition into the deep roads, going toe-to-toe with the qunari military leader, finally taking on the knight-captain herself.
Varric: And now you're here with the leader of the inquisition, a saarabas.
Cullen: Yes.
Varric:...what is it with you and mages?

Clearly he has a chunk o lyrium in his head that attracts them

[Reznore57]

People keep mentioning Scribbles. Who is Scribbles? I can't find any info. about them online.

 

Scribbles is the black woman wearing gold , you can see her in some pictures.

 

 

Spoiler

  

She's going to be our  advisor for trade and politics.

[ParagonPunk]

Blackwall, Cass and Varric:

 

Varric: Feathers, did I ever tell you about the time Hawke found some Gray Wardens trying to free an ancient demon from it's prison.

Cass: *sigh*

Blackwall: I wish you would tell me why you call me "feathers", and no I'm still trying to picture four people flying to Kirkwall on a dragon.

Cass: *even deeper sigh*

Varric: Well, it all started when the Carta attacked Hawke-

Cass: The demon wasn't a demon but a Tevinter magister named Corypheus.

Varric: Why would you? Nevermind. Fine I'll tell a story you both haven't heard about the time Hawke defeated an Ogre in his/her small clothes.

Cass: Bullshit.

Blackwall: *laughs*

 

Iron Bull, Blackwall and Vivienne:

 

Iron Bull: You know I once knew a Warden. Well I knew him for as long as it took me to cut him in half, but It felt like we had a special something.

Blackwall: Knew a warden? I doubt it.

Iron Bull: No really! Warden armor and an overbearing sense of "duty". Well a sense of duty until he entered the brothel.

Blackwall: Couldn't blame him for visiting a brothel, being a Gray Warden is tiring work. It makes you thirsty.

Vivienne: I wouldn't tempt him, Warden. Mess with the Bull and you get the horns, and which horn you get depends entirely on his mood.

Iron Bull and Blackwall: *Both laugh*

[Clockwork_Wings]

 

Vivienne: Solas, dreaming again, are we?

 

Solas: Vivienne, beeing close minded again, are we?

 

Vivienne: As always, it is truly a pleasure talking with you.

 

Solas: Right.

 

 

That one seems likely.  Like one of Carver's with Varric where they insult each other and then agree to meet for drinks.

Except Elfquisitor is Dalish.

Didn't know that when I wrote it.