E N V Y

i’m back after another mostly unannounced, unexpectedly extended hiatus.

i’m going to go through and message people who had threads going with envy and see if there’s any interest in continuing or starting anew.

“We’re all rather…ill-equipped to handle the things out there.”

The girl’s reaction is hardly unexpected. If he were to attempt to count the number of times people within Skyhold made mention of how insignificant they feel in comparison to the threats they faced, he’d have already filled a tome. Idly, he gestured with a free hand, towards one of the few armoured members of the Order present within the keep.

“Take even the proudest Templar and ask if he thinks he can fight a demon without faltering and they’ll admit some trepidation. For you to have it is hardly a mark against your skills.”

A smile offered out of kindness and empathy finds a place on his lips, head inclined slightly.

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t have something of value within you.”

“Makes sense; I don’t imagine there is anywhere that might fully prepare you for something like this.” Amusing, she notes; mortals were hardy folk. Even while facing their doom, they would strive to overcome it. Either way, the result was something Envy could live within.

Either she would continue in her human form, playing the part of a girl that was no more, or she would simply keep it for show if the Inquisition failed and the Fade tore into this world. It had been difficult to decide which she preferred, but in the end she knew. She would never fulfill her wishes to be human if she was among none other than her kin.

The little boy nods, thoughtfully. He doesn’t seem to mind Envy double being.

~ They are things. Not people or Spirit. Just… Things, made of skin and not flesh, and of hunger. Not Demon of hunger. Just… hunger. They have been taken away, and now want to take. ~ He shrugs.  ~ I can’t say it better. They’ll eat you too, if they can get at you. ~

Something is slithering outside the door, wet and slicking. 

The child looks at the door, speculatively.

She realizes, though she is reluctant to admit it, that Envy pities these creatures. Quite honestly she didn’t know exactly what it meant to pity something, but with Cassidy’s knowledge to draw on it was simple enough to ascertain.

There is no time for such a thing, though; they are dangerous, regardless of her opinions. “And what options have we, other than patiently waiting for them?” Surely with time, the creatures would make their way into the room. Could they fight, or would it be smarter to run? The boy seems relatively familiar with them. Logically, it makes sense to turn to him for advice on handling the situation.

He laughs in the face of her naked threat. “Beast, thou could try.” Cockiness has him cresting, thrusting out his chest and standing prouder for it. His grin is razor sharp and settled with needles. “I am as swift as the wind, and harder than bedrock. Thou could barely catch me lest kill me.

“But I must do research,” he announces, abruptly. His brow settles hard, furrowed thickly above his eyes. “I have not yet dealt with you. With your kind.” He waves his hand, by the wrist, rolling it in a ‘go ahead’ motion, almost impatiently.

“You say you are envious: why? What has thou given to become envious of none other than thou? You are not content with Thyself?”

She could try, and perhaps she would - but she was not unreasonable, and she would not do so while unprovoked. “Perhaps you are, but I do not need to find your physical form to do harm.” She shrugs, a lazy motion, and dismissively waves her hand. It is hardly something Envy wishes to speak further on - it is unwise to give away all of her tactics.

Research. What does that entail, she wonders? 

Ah.There are few things she enjoys talking about more than herself, in all honesty - this, this, is a discussion she will pursue eagerly. For now - until it takes a turn she does not approve of. 

“Anders, the apparently single good soul in this rather terrible city.” Probably didn’t help much, but that was pretty much the truth to it. She seemed relaxed going through the clothes, so he was going to go ahead and take that as a good sign.

At the very least, it’d probably help to make things not as frigid as they appeared.

Giving yet another smile, the mage shook his head in response and went about sitting down on the cot next to the box, less he ended up feeling dizzy once more. Maker, he could have honestly sworn he wasn’t that tired yet…

“I had offered it to you for a reason, so don’t worry about me.” He gave a soft laugh. “There’s a strange friend of mine who’ll probably show up later on with a basket of food and lots of fretting anyways. I’ll be fine.”

She blinks a few times, slowly, and then shrugs. If he wasn’t interested in the bread, then she supposed it was fruitless to continue trying to offer any to him. It did seem unfair to barge into his... home? - or perhaps this was just a workplace - and begin sifting through his things and taking his food, though.

“Well, Anders the single good soul in this rather terrible city,” she begins with a smirk, despite her best efforts to keep a straight face, “I’m Cassidy.” Mostly, but she couldn’t rightly explain that. Being upfront was dangerous. Even as she continues her adventure through the clothing, she occasionally glances toward him before breaking her silence again.

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“Now, how can I help you? Make it either profitable or very interesting, and I can almost assure you I will be willing to take up your cause.”

This woman - she knew her. While Cassidy spent as little time in Kirkwall as she could manage, it was impossible not to have heard of Hawke. And now, here she was. What to do, though? She could be straightforward, and blatantly state that she was Envy and has roosted within the girl... That brought an infinite list of risks along with it, however.

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Why.. Why did it feel like she was being watched? ‘The sooner I leave the better’ she thought to herself as she kept walking.

I told most people on Skype, I think, but anyways I ended up sick with some really hardcore bronchitis, and then as I got over it (which is still an ongoing process lol) I was suddenly scheduled a kabillion hours at work. I was hoping to get back into the groove of things today while I was off but I spent the entire day being lazy instead D: And I’m back to work tomorrow.

Jowan snorted, looking away.  “Interesting, indeed.  I’ve had my run ins with demons, and I have no desire to be in their company.  I may not be the strongest mage, but I won’t be turned into an abomination.  I heard what happened at Kinloch after I left, and I was in Redcliffe when the Arl’s son was possessed.  That won’t happen to me.  So, no, I’d rather not have the attention of a demon.”

“Oh, come now. Surely they are not all so bad.” She cocks a brow as she speaks, but says nothing more of it. Her opinion was surely biased, but no doubt his was as well. The difference being, she was proof that they could be ‘so bad.’ Still, though, she chuckles quietly as she considers the situation.