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[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[rathercommon]

[ Heavily: ]

So it was just more of the same.

[shri]

Just the same. But a mob ruled, instead of a King, and they took all their fear and misery out on those around them, as Kings did before them.

[ She shakes her head. She does not, cannot, condone it. ]

Kitty, I saw their houses. Their streets. The way they behave. This... place... The Orlesian's might be called something different than French, and it may be the Palaces of Halamshiral, instead of Versailles... but it is coming for them. They do not know it yet. They do not yet fathom a world where they do not rule. But it will come. Just as it did for the French.

And I am not naive or foolish enough to believe that anyone who bears this mark on their hand will be spared their anger.

[rathercommon]

[ Shaking her head, she disagrees - ]

Violence isn't ever inevitable.

[shri]

Violence might not be but look at this place, these people. Truly look at them. Look at the violence that has already happened.

[ The direction is sharp, down to the statues of the broken slaves, the twisted bodies in chains. That such a place was now turned into a military compound. ] They still keep slaves. The Tevinter uphold mages as oligarchs, while in others are bound up in houses and have their emotions ripped from them under the guise of religion. They at war with a man who wants to consume the world as a new divinity and people willingly signed up to fight for him.

[ She might not be very good at politics, and she could admit that comfortably. She had not seen the spies in her midst. Nor predicting the weaknesses in others. She had paid for it too dearly to pretend she was a great hand at it. ] You and I might not want violence, for God knows I never did, but I don't think that matters very much.

[rathercommon]

[ A hesitation, then a shrug. ]

Well, honestly - better that the people rule. Even if they have to shed blood to get there, that's better than continued oppression.

[shri]

[ She kicks the horse then, and gently, passes the reigns back for Kitty to take. Settling her arms looser. Her point is made. ]

It is. However it comes about, they deserve to have their liberty. [ A click of her tongue, making sure the horse was paying attention after being brought still. ] But to that, I want you to learn how to ride. [ Because Kitty would so gladly go along with that, it seemed, after everything she just watched. But at least she orders less and basis it more in pragmatism. ] It is the only mode of transport there is to have here. You will need to know it if you mean to survive. I can help you pick out light armour as well, and I think a crossbow you ought to train with.

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty hesitates a moment, then contradicts that last part. ]

Throwing discs. And throwing knives. That's what I've learned to use.

[shri]

A chakram? [ Then a firm nod, behind her head but it's in her tone - she's thoroughly impressed with the thought. ] Throwing knives. Very well. I still insist on the crossbow. It'll puncture full plate quite easily when it comes to it.

[rathercommon]

I don't expect to - you know - go into battle or anything.

[shri]

Does anyone? [ There's an unhappy little grunt. ] Besides, brutes like to dress big and step into all sorts of places where they are least expected. Best to be prepared.

[rathercommon]

I guess it would be handy.

[ A little shrug. ]

No fun going up against werewolves with just my knives. Suppose that someone in full armour wouldn't be much better.

[shri]

[ She goes tense, where she's braced. The stiff hard line of muscles that snap like she could feel the damn thing. Wet, hot ugly breath. The spittle and blood on their teeth. Deep breath, calmer, there were no blackcoats, nor even red ones, here, and no Half-Breeds that she had been told of.

Paranoia when she talked half through memories, all the same, did not die easy. How palatable silence could be, how little even Galahad was attuned to such a thing.

She forces herself to relax again before she speaks, as easy as the water beating against the Gallow's edge. Rushing and retreating to rush again. ]

No, no there is no fun in it, and men in armour are just as much the trouble. It is very handy when it seems magic has taken the place of gunpowder, here.

[rathercommon]

Mm. We haven't got guns where I'm from, either. Not in England, at least.

[shri]

[ RECORD SCRATCH. ]

What?

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty looks around, a bit puzzled by that reaction. ]

What? Oh, I said - we haven't got guns. Most of us haven't, anyways. I think some people have got 'em over in Prague, I've heard, that's what Mr Pennyfeather was saying at one point - but we haven't got any in England.

[shri]

What year is it for you?

[ ?????????????????? ]

[rathercommon]

[ With a little frown - ]

2003.

[shri]

[ No, stop, okay, they're stopping the horse. She pulls again at the reigns. They're talking about this. ]

You lie.

[rathercommon]

[ A flat look at Lakshmi - ]

Why on earth would I lie about something as stupid as that.

[shri]

[ And it's only an incredulous one back. ]

Because I was born in 1826, and I learned pistols when I was your age.

[rathercommon]

[ Huff - ]

First off, I'm not that young - and second, our worlds are just different, I expect. This one's different from what we're used to, after all - so each other's worlds must be strange to us, too.

[shri]

You spoke of Lycans - [ Like that was supposed to mean something, here, and to her it clearly did. No? No, no. No. There is a great deal she can catch onto quickly but - ]

But America and France ought to have - and my homeland. [ Swallows to keep going. ] What of the black coats? [ Shakes her head, maybe she doesn't know them, and her stomach turns over itself, damn near ill. ] The Order of Knights?

[rathercommon]

Order of Nights? [ Puzzled - ] We've got the Night Police. I don't know if that's the same thing, though. Doesn't sound like it.

[ Kitty shakes her head, as casual about this as only the very young and very adaptable can be. ] It seems like there's lots of patterns that hold constant from world to world, but nothing identical. It's like - every world's a recipe made with the same ingredients, but in different proportions and different combinations.

[shri]

[ She falls silent, then - and has quite simply, nothing to say to, because she can only comprehend so much at once. Maybe that was the payment of living so long. Hard to keep track of things so different. Maybe this was what it was like for Sir Bors, 900 hundred years long into a world of gunpowder and artillery and everything he knew, washed away. What of her then?

Because rightfully, she does not even know why it bothers her.

So she says nothing, because what was there to even say? And instead opts for the simplest option, the option she would always take when faced with things that seemed impossible to even come to terms with as easily as all that and gets them moving again. ]

[rathercommon]

Erm -

[ Kitty cranes around to look at her, though. Always poking her nose where it doesn't belong, never knowing how to leave well enough alone, she asks - ]

Are you all right?