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[fistingthing]

[in the Mess Hall, it's another just lovely Monday . . . with the distinct exception that on this particular Monday, everyone's naked. So perhaps it can be counted as a blessing when, suddenly, the lights go out?]

"Vishante kaffar!"[And then there's light again! If you look closely at the glowing, writhing figure hanging by an ankle from the

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[fistingthing]

Avert your eyes!

[he sounds like a really ANGRY Balthier!]

[fistingthing]

[while flexible elves are rather flexible, the mysterious Balthier-sounding fellow doesn't seem to be having much luck with twisting himself up to untie the rope that's fastened about his ankle]

Venhedis- You, do you have a knife?

[dont_ingest]

Right, because today couldn't get any more awkward.

[somehow, his visor is still on]

[fistingthing]

I could make the day much more awkward for the mage who has done this to us if someone would only get me down.

[dont_ingest]

As much as it pains me to say it, 'a wizard did it' is as much of an explanation for what goes on around here as anything.

[fistingthing]

[a deep breath, forcing the anger back] I care not for explanations, so long as I am once again on my feet, and my sword and armour returned to me. Would you be able to assist with any of these?

[hawkwardmoment]

And here I was, under the impression that you were uncomfortable in that position! Do you really want to continue being suspended in the air, playing the makeshift chandelier?

[fistingthing]

I am uncomfortable. As if being kidnapped were not enough, our captors have seen fit to strip us, and now they display me as a living trophy. I have had more than enough of being a decorative display of someone else's power. But find another way.

[hawkwardmoment]

But why? It would take less time for me to simply burn the rope with fire than to find a dagger. Or do you not trust my aim?

[fistingthing]

You cannot imagine why I might not wish to suffer more magic? Of course I trust your aim, but you are well aware of my feelings, Hawke.

[bunnysplayboy]

[...]

Curious.

[fistingthing]

[. . .]

Do you think staring is acceptable? Look away!

[bunnysplayboy]

You've got me there on that account. Yes, and I do apologize, but I really must say that it was not this display which drew in my attention, so you will have to trust me on that. Or don't, if you would prefer, as you've larger problems on your hands at the moment.

[fistingthing]

[now it clicks, with more than one word to go off of]

Yes, I- I see. Or hear. But you are right, and if you could provide assistance in rectifying this humiliation, I would be . . . grateful.

[that last word almost sounds like it hurts him]

[moextispicy]

Mi- Be careful not to hit your head when you fall.

[fistingthing]

I- [. . . child :| his tone modulates from an angry snap to mere impatience]

I will not harm myself.

[moextispicy]

Good.

[fistingthing]

[attempts to wriggle into such a position that he's not exposed to a child; all he really manages is to start himself turning around and around in a circle]