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allthisshitisweird2022-05-30 10:05 am
faderifting) wrote in allthisshitisweird2022-05-30 10:05 am
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PARTY BANTER MEME
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 somewhere, 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 anything else sort of boring. You can provide context if you'd like, like "[ On the way back from Antiva: ]," but it isn't mandatory.
2. Post a few different remarks your character might make—similar to TFLN, except spoken out loud and less ridiculous, maybe, or maybe not, I 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. Threadjacking to create multiperson conversations is encouraged (unless someone says not to). Multiple different conversations between the same 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.
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...I don't know.
Starved from neglect as I am, I'm finding it a little hard to focus at the moment.
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You will be missed. Do not expect me to carry you if you go limp.
[And then, immediately:]
Don't. Don't. You know I meant your legs.
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I wasn't going to say a word.
[MMMM.]
Who's the corrupting influence now?
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[okay but like which of us enjoyed it fenris]
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[Did he just pant out an imitation in the middle of his retort?
Yes. Yes he did.]
I might be a thinly veiled desire demon, but even I'm a slave to the untethered sound of your passion, amatus.
[And, considering he's still loitering behind Leto (his voice gone rough with wicked pride), that makes this next part easy:]
Now come here.
[Striking with fluid ease and deftly applied strength when he sweeps one surly local elf high into his arms— absolute princess carry all up in.] Without boots those feet of yours must be aching by now— and unlike you, I've got more than enough chivalry to spare.
Besides, we can't wait all year for you to grow a sense of direction.
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[Excuse me sir what the fuck, and Astarion had best have a good grip on him, for Leto is wriggling. Legs kicking and one hand shoving roughly at Astarion's shoulder, he is a grown man, how dare you, stop this.]
Put me down! I am not some noblewoman in need of pampering, and I am not having you carry me all the way up to Hightown like this!
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It's downright precious, in fact.]
Oh you are such a fussy thing— most people would appreciate such a doting token of affection, you know.
But fine.
Ask nicely, and I'll let you down so you can muck yourself in Kirkwall's grit however much you like.
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[sir that is not nicely— but you know what, at least he's settling down.]
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I offer you courtesy and you gift me blackmail. One of these days I'm going to train you properly. [Look who's getting set back down with one more nip for good measure...
If you guessed Leto, you'd be right.]
For your sake, it'd better be a good token. [Come on, follow him, he knows the way from here.] Diamonds. Pearls. Gold— a gilded pair of cuffs, perhaps? Hand-engraved with your name on them, so every time I'm blindfolded I can—
Oh.
Wait.
[Didn't think the logic of that one through.]
...still. You have to admit it'd be a nice touch. Very romantic.