[IC] Faderift Voicetesting

[dendarii]

[ Well this is a surprise. Miles has been all over the damn continent, and a decent portion of the ocean besides. But the last thing he expected when he'd offered his totally-legtimate-definitely-pirates pirate fleet to the Inquisition was to see his family again. Probably the only two people in the damn world who'd care to torpedo the image of Miles the Rivaini Mercenary Captain - Byerly out of spite, and Sonia out of joy. (It's kind of a shame in Sonia's case, because he's quite fond of his second cousin.) ]

What in damnation are you doing here?

[ Accusatory in Byerly's case, quietly exasperated in Sonia's. He's trying to cut an impressive figure here. Hard when he's a slim little thing in slightly tattered mercenary grays - though perhaps the hulking Qunari mage nearby makes up for it. ]

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[dendarii]

[ Ha. Miles lifts his chin as high as it will go - which isn't far, but. ]

I'll be useful to them. That's the only criteria.

[bouchonne]

Really? That's what you think? You think they won't worry about the disgrace of being associated with you? They're trying to improve their image.

[dendarii]

If that were true, then you wouldn't be here.

[bouchonne]

[ His smile is chilly. ]

I think my use might outweigh my scandalousness.

[dendarii]

[ He gives Byerly a sarcastic little bow. ]

Well, there you have it.

[bouchonne]

And what use has the Inquisition for ill-tempered, ill-disciplined bandits?

[dendarii]

Ill-tempered, perhaps. But my group is quite effective.

[ As. Obviously ragtag as it may be. ]

[bouchonne]

Prove it.

[dendarii]

Gladly. Taura?

[ The enormous Qunari who'd been socializing nearby brightens instantly coming to stand behind Miles. And looking down at By with a wide, cheerful expression on her face. ]

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly's smile up at her, in return, is crooked. To Miles: ]

Are you going to have it kill me?

[dendarii]

[ Taura's expression instantly cools. ]

She may of her own accord. Especially if you call her "it" again.

[bouchonne]

[ And, still to Miles: ]

What, isn't a Saarebas accustomed to that sort of thing? So sensitive. You've made your soldiers soft.

[dendarii]

If decency makes a person soft, then by all means. I'm indelibly squishy.

[bouchonne]

Who said anything about decency?

[dendarii]

I did. Because that's all I'm doing here. And they seem to like me anyway.

[bouchonne]

That's all you're doing? Well, well. Who knew you'd be running a little home for wayward youth? It does explain how unimpressive they all look.

[dendarii]

Oh come on. You can't say that about Taura with a straight face.

[bouchonne]

[ Nothing about Byerly has ever been straight.

But he looks her up and down, a little curl to his lip, and then shrugs with utter contempt. ]

[dendarii]

[ Well. Fine. Miles makes a face himself, then. And mutters another quick fire spell at Byerly's cloak. ]

[bouchonne]

[ He's ready for this one, shrugging off the offending garment easily and stomping it out. Even more sharply - ]

Miles, darling, even in this tolerant place, that sort of apostate behavior is going to get you executed.

[dendarii]

Aww. If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't want me to be executed.

[bouchonne]

[ A chilly smile. ]

I simply don't want to be lumped in with you. I'm Ferelden, too, after all. You could cause difficulties for me.

[dendarii]

What, no familial claims? We are cousins, after all.

[bouchonne]

I'm fairly certain, dear cousin, that you are not entirely considered a proper Kosigan any longer.

[dendarii]

[ Miles reddens a bit, stung but stubborn. ]

On the contrary. I'm the only heir left.