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Ysalwen Surana, Warden-Commander of Ferelden ([personal profile] freedom_is_grey) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2017-07-14 06:36 pm

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Ysalwen steps through the front door, looking lighter and less troubled than she has in weeks. Having your apprentice settled into a Tal-Vashoth mercenary team -- the Valo-Kas, as it happens -- will do that. Particularly given that they are newly formed, though taking in members of several different mercenary bands with a great deal of experience.

Meraad liked them, and James found very little to complain about with any of its members, so.

Ysalwen settles herself at a corner booth, pulling out her tablet-book and pulling up three holographic windows. One contains a complicated nuclear decay simulation, another has some sort of energetics equations on it, and the third is playing Die Hard. She's been told it's a quite interesting play, and so.

Liranan has settled underneath her chair, ready to take a nap while she works. He may come out when the movie's gunfire starts, or he might just roll his eyes and go back to sleep.
iprotectyou: Baze aiming a bazooka cannon with a red tint (welcome to the gun show)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-15 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, kriff. Baze did not even> think about that. He wrinkles his nose, and sets his undrunk tea aside, to take her hands in his.

"I am so sorry," he says, and then abandons her hands to cross to her side of the booth, instead. He settles his armored bulk in the seat beside her. Wrapping his massive arms around her thin shoulders and pulling her close, he rests his chin on her white-haired head. "Tell me about this holovid you're watching?"
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze blinking (if you say so)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-15 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"And blowing things up is the only way to save them?" Baze says, his brow creased.

Sure. Seems legit.

He clings to Ysalwen, rubbing her back and trying to offer her all the comfort his embrace can. "Speaking of explosions, did you want to see the still?"
iprotectyou: Baze tilting his head back and laughing (hahaha)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-15 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Scorched earth approach, huh? Seems... Destructive," Baze says. Professional film critic, he is not.

He beams at her hesitance, offering her another squeeze before drawing back to look her in the eyes. "Sure! I can always take my tea with me."

Baze Malbus, solver of problems.

He takes up his staff and tea--which he still hasn't tried--and leads her upstairs to the workshop. Shifting the staff to the crook of his arm and the tea to that hand, he palms open the biometric lock. Taking a step back, he holds the door open for her.

The workshop is clean, with wooden shelves lined with empty beer bottles. The scents of yeast, apples, and alcohol permeate the space. A large window with no curtains is open along the wall. There's a stove holding a pressure cooker with copper tubing coming out of it, a sink, and two refrigerators. A metal lid is embedded in the roof.
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze smiling (smile)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-15 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Baze grins, just this side of cheeky. "That's exactly right! It's an art piece, now. I'm calling it 'The Hubris of Man.'"

He steps inside, leans his staff against a wooden counter, and takes a gulp of tea before setting the cup down, too. "Here's the still," he says, motioning to the pressure cooker. The copper tube comes out of it via a hole drilled in the lid, and travels down to the sink, where it's coiled multiple times around a thick section of PVC pipe. The end of the tubing sits just above a bit of charcoal, which in turn sits above a ceramic jug.

"When the still is running, I fill tbe sink full of water to cool the alcohol," Baze says, tapping the sink handles. "The first preasure cooker exploded because too many fumes escaped, or it became too pressurized, or something. I have a friend looking into the cause."
iprotectyou: Baze tilting his head back and laughing (hahaha)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-16 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Baze cackles, leaning on the sink and folding his arms. "I'd rather not go through another explosion, even for art's sake," he says, shaking his head. "I lived through too many, and died that way, too."

Despite the subject matter, he still seems cheerful. "So, I was distilling moonshine when the first cooker blew up. But I've successfully brewed stout, red ale, and hard apple cider. Did you want one? I have some of each chilling in the fridge."
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze smiling (smile)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-16 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course!" Baze says, and crosses to the fridge. He opens it and retrieves two brown, glass bottles of cider and a magnetic bottle opener. After popping them both open, he offers her one.

"So, did you ever get your apprentice settled?"
iprotectyou: Baze smiling the tiniest bit (why hello there)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-16 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
Baze beams at her. Watching someone enjoy what he created is a unique pleasure. He indulges in his own cider and makes an appreciative hum.

"That's great! So she's also a Tal-Vashoth? I can't remember if you'd told me her species name. I assumed she was an elf, like you."
Edited 2017-07-16 06:45 (UTC)
iprotectyou: Baze smiling the tiniest bit (why hello there)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-17 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, so she'd have a hard time fitting in anywhere," Baze says, trying to picture what this woman must be like. The task isn't difficult; he's known plenty of non-humans. "I'm sorry the Qun are difficult to explain. But not painful, right? If they're not, then, try, please? I'd like to know."
iprotectyou: Baze looking off to the side, wrinkling his nose (how about no)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," Baze says, shaking his head. He reaches out to squeeze Ysalwen's hand, and just holds it for a little while. "So, the Qun are the empire of the qunari? The ruling class, that controls them?"
iprotectyou: Baze Malbus holding his heavy repeater rifle and raising his brows (I think not)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-17 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"That," Baze says, his tone dry as Jedhan dust, "sounds like a load of bantha poodoo. I suspect they're 'enlightening' other people through force with their military branch?"
iprotectyou: An animated gif of Baze blinking (if you say so)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-17 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Baze cocks his head to the side. He leans on the counter, holding his cider loosely in his fingertips. "The right to interpret the Qun?"
iprotectyou: Baze smiling the tiniest bit (why hello there)

[personal profile] iprotectyou 2017-07-17 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I understand now," Baze says, nodding eagerly. He smiles at the saying--new languages are cool! "That's a beautiful language. And I like that saying a lot, though I would disagree. There is plenty to struggle against. Even in heaven. Is that the qunari language? What's it called?"

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