Hawke. Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.
[How good can a damned woman be? Camille draws her carton out, taps a cigarette loose and props it between her lips. She sparks the lighter and takes a long drag. Steeling her shaky nerves.]
I'll be floating around until Thursday, when everyone decides it's time to do something about me. I'm asking our crow daddies for help. I'll chuck myself in the cellar and let you brick up the door, if that'll keep everyone sleeping soundly.
In the meantime, I think I've earned the right to be a Debbie Downer. I'm laying low. That's the best I can do without drastic measures.
[ she shrugs, unbothered. maybe the answer could have been 'wow I'm feeling great!' and hawke would have just kicked her ass. (so she says. hawke's barely standing up against this wall right now.) ]
Whatever makes you feel best. Maker knows having all sorts of shit floating around up in your head seems like a nightmare on a good day.
[ she eyeballs camille though, that RAWR ALPHA feeling making her more protective than fighty ]
You'll tell me if anyone tries anything? I'll sort them out.
[It's sweet. Maybe she should have expected it. The woman had offered her muscle immediately when Camille wanted to stay unbothered at the first party. It speaks to her character that she'd offer even now.
Might get her in trouble, though. Camille can't say she likes the idea of anyone taking blows for her sake.]
[ she's teasing, mostly. the offer however, is incredibly legitimate. her entire squad is made of some of the most questionable people in thedas, she'd be a liar to herself and her (dubious) morals if she treated camille any different ]
But yes, she got me good with that absolutely ridiculous sword. For all the compensating Cloud was doing, it certainly packs a punch.
[Personally she thinks its a stupid weapon no matter how skilled you are with it. But they'd had enough close calls Thursday night with the fucking thing to know better — and that's with Cloud being drugged.
Camille's lips purse. There are better things to think about now, surely. She can save crawling along rock bottom for when she's not dealing with company.]
Rest up, won't you? It'd be a shame to let all that fussing Alfyn does go to waste.
[ she rightfully calls it compensation and even moreso now that it's taken its taste of her ]
I'll be alright. I've certainly done and gone through worse and came out crawling just the same. [ that's. probably not as reassuring as she wants it to be ] But you won't see me chopping any trees in the forest any time soon that's for sure. I've still got enough wits in me to keep a steady eye on my people.
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Hawke. Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.
[How good can a damned woman be? Camille draws her carton out, taps a cigarette loose and props it between her lips. She sparks the lighter and takes a long drag. Steeling her shaky nerves.]
I'll be floating around until Thursday, when everyone decides it's time to do something about me. I'm asking our crow daddies for help. I'll chuck myself in the cellar and let you brick up the door, if that'll keep everyone sleeping soundly.
In the meantime, I think I've earned the right to be a Debbie Downer. I'm laying low. That's the best I can do without drastic measures.
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Whatever makes you feel best. Maker knows having all sorts of shit floating around up in your head seems like a nightmare on a good day.
[ she eyeballs camille though, that RAWR ALPHA feeling making her more protective than fighty ]
You'll tell me if anyone tries anything? I'll sort them out.
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I thought Ser Snuffles was the guard dog.
[It's sweet. Maybe she should have expected it. The woman had offered her muscle immediately when Camille wanted to stay unbothered at the first party. It speaks to her character that she'd offer even now.
Might get her in trouble, though. Camille can't say she likes the idea of anyone taking blows for her sake.]
What happened to you? Aqua?
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He had to have learned it from someone, hm?
[ she's teasing, mostly. the offer however, is incredibly legitimate. her entire squad is made of some of the most questionable people in thedas, she'd be a liar to herself and her (dubious) morals if she treated camille any different ]
But yes, she got me good with that absolutely ridiculous sword. For all the compensating Cloud was doing, it certainly packs a punch.
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[Personally she thinks its a stupid weapon no matter how skilled you are with it. But they'd had enough close calls Thursday night with the fucking thing to know better — and that's with Cloud being drugged.
Camille's lips purse. There are better things to think about now, surely. She can save crawling along rock bottom for when she's not dealing with company.]
Rest up, won't you? It'd be a shame to let all that fussing Alfyn does go to waste.
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I'll be alright. I've certainly done and gone through worse and came out crawling just the same. [ that's. probably not as reassuring as she wants it to be ] But you won't see me chopping any trees in the forest any time soon that's for sure. I've still got enough wits in me to keep a steady eye on my people.