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 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.

Comments

[bouchonne]

[ Hm. ]

Really?

[exequy]

Yes.

[ And, like, a whole minute later: ]

Not my cousin.

[bouchonne]

[ Already in the middle of planning how to ask her: ]

You've already promised. Too late for caveats.

[exequy]

That won't prove you're right. It will prove Sidony is too easily influenced.

[bouchonne]

How dare you, serah? That’s my wife.

[exequy]

Exactly.

[bouchonne]

I believe we must duel now.

[exequy]

[ Does Kostos have any idea how to use a sword??

Irrelevant. ]

Training yard in an hour?

[bouchonne]

Perfect.

[ And Byerly says nothing else. If Kostos is serious - well, serious-ish - By will indeed be there in the training yard in an hour. ]

[exequy]

[ HELL YEAH HE'S SERIOUS.

Sorta. Serious enough to show up, at least. But he does it shirtless (it's warm now!) and, after wordlessly rooting through the stash of training swords, pulls out one that looks approximately right for fencing in such a wild, swing-y way that it is very clear he expected it to be heavier. ]

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly was wearing a shirt - but of course he takes it off upon seeing Kostos. As he’s shrugging out of it: ]

Not bare fists? You struck me as a fisticuffs sort of fellow.

[ And it seems mildly unsporting to fight someone so incompetent-seeming. ]

[exequy]

We’re noblemen,

[ is a very generous assessment of a mage and a less-but-still generous assessment of a disowned minor lord.

He is holding the sword at an uncertain angle, though, like maybe he’ll put it back. ]

[bouchonne]

In a manner of speaking.

[ Well, Byerly is nothing if not unsporting. He finds a sword to his own liking amidst the practice blades and playacts a bit of clumsiness with it - wobbling his wrist around like it’s new to him. (It isn’t.) ]

To the death?