Party Banter Meme

[faderifting]

In the Dragon Age games, as you travel Thedas with your best pals, they have a lot of short conversations about politics, the weather, butts, etc. So this is the Fade Rift equivalent, in four easy steps!

1. Imagine your characters are on a very long walk toward a mission objective, or on a very long walk back after kicking ass, or standing guard together, or gathering herbs, or working in the library late at night, or something. Anything sort of boring that might make people want to have a dumb conversation just to break things up a bit.

OPTIONAL ASSISTANT: Since so many people reported being out of it, we made a random generator to help you come up with some general banter prompts for your top-levels.

2. Post a few remarks your character might say (similar to TFLN, except spoken out loud and less ridiculous and sexy, maybe. maybe not. we don’t know your life) while passing the time.

3. Tag around to reply to those general remarks or to start new/wildcard conversations! Threads should be pretty short and involve minimal action; there’s no need to turn anything into a big production. Multiperson threads are encouraged. Series of conversations between the same two characters occurring on different days are also encouraged.

4. Gather up all of your little conversation snippets like a bouquet and keep them forever, because they’re game canon. Banter threads can't be used for Base AC, but do count towards AC Rewards points.

Comments

[rowancrowned]

Surely your jar is not breakable?

[heirring]

Please, Mr. Ellis. Don't be ridiculous. It isn't a question of the sword's appearance, but rather of its utility. Scabbards get caught in skirts and that sort of thing.

[coeurdulyon]

I have no clue, actually. These are merely the ones I was issued.

[coeurdulyon]

Ah, vraiment? Why is that?

[cozen]

Perhaps if you put on some more muscle first.

[sulahnan]

How should I know?! I wasn't even here!

[sulahnan]

Nope, no instruments. If you think it'll take that long, better start now, eh?

[heorte]

All the more reason you should humor me and allow me to teach you how to use a bow and arrow.

[ probably a losing attempt all around, but by god, he's going to keep at it. ]

[heirring]

[UGHHHHHHHHHH, she sighs and/or groans in tones typically reserved for delighting childhood governesses.]

Fine. If you will swear to stop fretting like a dog about a bone over it.

[heorte]

[ unexpected victory ]

We can start when we get back.

[ c: ]

[heirring]

[Her ughhhhs continue for some distance until some other topic of conversation arises, which - technically speaking - equals out to an impressive double surprise win. Archery lessons and you've dodged the singing bullet, Ellis. Congrats.]

[bloodandsand]

Have you played all those games? Goodness, you're clever, precious. Which is your favorite?

[heirring]

Well, if at any point you would like to discuss the intricacies of Warden secrets and so on for posterity, I would be more than happy to write them down for the official record. Et cetera, et cetera.

--And, perhaps, to teach you and any other Warden who cares to learn the proper way of throwing stones before you down those previously discussed spiked walkways.

that fucking icon

[unshut]

[With a labored sigh of inconvenience as this is not in the spirit of the game, thank you:]

Let us say bed the Warden, wed the Chevalier and do away with the poor Seneschal. Nothing against the man, of course. He seems kind and dear. But I refuse to bed anyone who isn't a challenge, or to wed someone who seems likely to outlive me and I understand than Ser Lucien has something of a track record.

[extortionate]

It's the stooping to reach you, that takes time.

[windyvoice]

Already did. Tastes like batteries.

[windyvoice]

Oh my gooooooods, are you gonna be annoying now 'cus I thought you made like one good point?

[windyvoice]

Okay, I'll ask it's name and you can stab it if shit goes weird.

[windyvoice]

Cool. Check it out.

[ And she actually has no idea what the fuck this looks like from the outside. She's already busy on the inside with the whole packing her regular human body into whatever void it goes when she does this shit and sprawling out in her new body: a stripey little grey cat that looks up at Bastien and meows. ]

[bouchonne]

I don't need muscle. I have my sharp wits.

[skulltasm]

IT ISN'T. BUT MY MIND IS. WHAT'S THE LONGEST YOU'VE SPENT IN A DEEP DARK CHASM?

[bouchonne]

If I'm not annoying about that, I'd be annoying about something else.

[bouchonne]

No? How much better do you need to love me?

[bouchonne]

Because of the chasm between what you ought to have thought and what you did think is so wide.

I expected you would leave her things alone.

[sarcophage]

Mmm. Dissembling aside, then—she wouldn't have minded my being there.