week 2

[airlockedmods]

[With the sudden pirate takeover and the sudden, tragic deaths of the crew, the second week of the Starfield Penitentiary rehabilitation project is off to a rough start. After Price's call for parlay with the pirate captain, he was not seen for the remainder of Saturday but around 10 pm it is his calm but tense voice that makes the time announcement.

Buckle in, Champions, things are about to get bumpy.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[neverheardofhim]

Recognize something?

[Having missed nearly a week of investigating and, of course, snooping, Varric was back at it in full-force. Being all together not far from Varric's own room made Will a perfect target.]

Looks like a story to me. Care to tell it?

[empathiser]

Not much of one.

[It's nothing to hide, really. He holds out the badge - it has a picture of him on the front, fairly recent looking, and his name.]

But it does make me wonder what else of mine they might be keeping a hold of.

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric took hold of it, studying the words and committing them to memory -- he'd have to make note of this later. Once he was finished, he handed it back.]

Let me put it this way -- there's a lot on there that a person like me just doesn't understand. [Varric shrugged though -- he wouldn't press Will if he wasn't interested in talking about it.]

We can only hope they have some of our stuff. I'd like to see my books again. Or Bianca.

[empathiser]

It's not anything unique. It's a badge for my previous job.

[He... well. He'd been in hospital for a while. Was he even semi-officially employed by them anymore after what had happened?]

Bianca? You think they've kept a person to one side?

[neverheardofhim]

You some kind of city guard, then? Or maybe a Templar?

[Will didn't seem like a Templar, though. Not enough haughty, religious arrogance.]

No, no, nothing like that. [Varric let out a laugh. Had Will been talking to Noctis? Imagine if that rumor got around.]

She's my crossbow. A weapon. It'd be nice to have something to defend myself with is all.

[empathiser]

[Wait.]

A templar? Like the Catholic Military order of Knight Templars?

[What.]

... You named your crossbow Bianca.

[... well. Okay then Varric. You do you.]

[neverheardofhim]

What? [Varric couldn't help but squint at the man incredulously.]

No, the Chantry's Templars. The army that protects us from magic and mages? [So... basically yeah, the Catholic military.]

Most good weapons have names. Why do you look so surprised?

[empathiser]

[Ooooookay. Okay.]

Ah. No such thing as magic or mages where I'm from. Are they related to religion, at all?Those Templars of yours.

I can't speak for everyone, but I never named my FBI-issued pistol. Do you take better care of it if you do?

[neverheardofhim]

You sure you don't know anything about them. Hit the nail on the head right here. Like I said, they're an arm of the Chantry, which is the main religious body of the place I come from. There's an old line that says some shit about magic being bad, and so keeping the peace is something of a faithful affair.

[At Will's second question, Varric cracked a grin.]

Don't know about that. I'm sure I could name a stick and not give two shits about it. Guess it depends on what the name is and where the thing came from. I'd tell you about Bianca's origins, but that's the one story I promised to keep to myself.

[empathiser]

No, but there's something similar in Christianity. Not the controlling magic thing, but there were a group of religious knights known as Templars. I'd have noticed if they mentioned magic, though. Outside of their usual fear-mongering about "witches".

[Hmm.]

Fair enough. Can I ask if it's named after someone?

[neverheardofhim]

Looks like we have some things in common.

[He didn't know how to feel about that, but at least Will had supplemented him with a perfect subject change. He didn't need to dwell on the implications of their shared organizations, shared pursuit of the not-easily understood.]

You can. [But Varric's grin was sharp and impish, chasing away the shadow in his eyes. He took a step back, lifting his hands up into the air.]

But that doesn't mean I'll answer.

[empathiser]

Really.

Okay then, I'll bite. Who's Bianca?

[He's curious to see what he'll get out of it. Give him a story, Champion of the Silver Tongue.]

[neverheardofhim]

A fearsome space pirate that'll kick Spark Dickhead's ass soon enough.

[A wink.]

How about that?

[empathiser]

[He does actually chuckle at that.]

We'll be naming entire planets after your friend if she pulls that off.

[neverheardofhim]

Planet Bianca has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

[How would the real Bianca feel about it, Varric found himself wondering, before he chased the thoughts away.]

[empathiser]

I'd visit it. Especially if it were named after the hero that saved our lives.

[Not that he genuinely thinks such a rescue will happen, but...]