[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. ]

Comments

[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.

[bouchonne]

Didn't the demon within you burn out all the proper noble blood?

[dendarii]

[ A snort at that. ]

You don't know a damn thing about how this works, do you.

[bouchonne]

Don't I? I know that you're constantly sweet dream away from turning into an abomination and killing me and everyone else here. No?

[dendarii]

And you're one bottle away going on a rampage yourself, Rutyer. Runs in the family, doesn't it?

[bouchonne]

[ His smile turns harder. ]

Ah, but I've weak arms and a poor constitution. I could kill one man at best. You, though... [ A mock-impressed whistle. ]

[dendarii]

[ Miles just gestures down to all of himself. ]

And I am much taller and stronger, clearly.

[bouchonne]

Oh, once a pride demon gets in you, I'm sure you'll look far taller.

[dendarii]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

If I suddenly get a foot taller, you're more than welcome to kill me.

[bouchonne]

Do you mean it? Then I shall. With pleasure.

[dendarii]

Fantastic. Do we have that settled then?