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[eviscerates]

I can. Wolves are known for our tenacity, I definitely can.

( This is ridiculous. Adelaide is ridiculous. Ruby is definitely not ridiculous, she's 100% sensible in this scenario.)

I mean, if you're into rules maybe you should.

( c: )

[fleurdesel]

...[ As long as it is a mere thought exercise, nothing will come of it.

This is just a game, a battle of some manner of wit. Somehow. How did they get here again? ]

Open signups with the understanding that teams will be randomly assigned. That will be the most fair.

[eviscerates]

Randomly assigned by the game master.

( which is her btw sorry Adelaide )

Sounds fair. Does the winning team get anything?

[fleurdesel]

...I sense you are not going to be near as unbiased in this as you ought to be.

[ Even for a hypothetical. ]

Something that would be pleasing to win, but nothing that will cause upset if others lose their chance for it.

[eviscerates]

Are you accusing me of something, Captain?

( she deserves it honestly )

Hmm. Too bad you gave away the sunglasses.

[fleurdesel]

Bias. I am accusing you of bias.

[ Well deserved bias, so it seems. ]

...Not all of them. There were several that were too ridiculous for me to give out.

[eviscerates]

You know, I'm not sure we have that word in my realm. Biii-as. Bia-sss. Nope. Not familiar.

( :D )

That might be better as a consolation for the team that loses.

Which will be your team.

[fleurdesel]

Bullshit.

[ Shenanigans, she calls them. ]

...You do realize I am the one that will be designing the course, yes?

[eviscerates]

Nope, honest to God. Is it an Orlesian thing?

( hmm )

...Maybe we need an independent construction mage. To be fair.

[fleurdesel]

If you ask most people they would likely say yes.

[ What is this even. ]

That does not remove your advantage of being able to pick teams.

[eviscerates]

Gotcha. So to be biased I need a mask and some fancy wine, right? That doesn't sound like me at all.

( She has no idea, but she's having a lot of fun with it. Sometimes it's nice to just... be absurd for a little while. To not try and be someone who wants to save the world. )

You're right. And if you have a really terrible team that won't really counterbalance knowing the terrain.

[fleurdesel]

The masks you can leave or take, but our wine is some of the best in Thedas and you have spent too much time in the tavern drinking Fereldan swill if you think otherwise.

[ Honestly, the nerve. ]

So we are both going to have to find ways to be fair.

[eviscerates]

I actually haven't tried any Orlesian wine. It's mostly been whatever they had that was strongest, or halfway decent rum.

( Listen, hey, she appreciates fine wine. She's not here to pick a fight. )

You know, it's almost like you're saying we should be mature adults, or something.

( Fancy that )

[fleurdesel]

When you get back I will introduce you to a bottle or two, yes?

[ How kind she is, contributing to Red's alcoholic education. ]

I am half certain we might be able to manage it if we put our minds to the task.

[eviscerates]

I would not object. I mean, I might need to check my incredibly busy schedule and all, but I should be able to squeeze you in.

( side facts Red has the most stupid pleased smile right now and it's not going away, oops )

What if you are super mature and awesome and I am horribly immature and self-serving? That'd work really well for me.

( That's a lie, she's going to be as fair as possible because that's how she do BUT SHE CAN PRETEND )

[fleurdesel]

Consider it an official appointment.

[ Not a date. Definitely not a date. ]

If you chose that path, Red, I would be deeply disappointed in you. Deeply, deeply disappointed.

[eviscerates]

Or that, yeah. Definitely.

( Of course not a date. Why would these two ever have a date? That's silly. )

I'm sure you could make disappointment look kind of amazing, though.

[fleurdesel]

Red.

[ And there it is. Disappointed Enchanter Voice number fifteen. 'You are being foolish for the sake of being foolish and attempting to get a rise out of me, I know you are doing this, and I am not buying into this game so stop'.

It is a very eloquent voice, rife with implication. ]

[eviscerates]

( And there's a crack of guiltiness, there, and she goes from ridiculous to contrite in 0.2463. )

Sorry. ( A breath, and far more calm and steady and... well, the Red people see all the time: ) Do you need to get back to your potion?

[fleurdesel]

Unfortunately, yes.

[ And it truly is somewhat unfortunate, for as strange and wide ranging as this conversation has been-

Adelaide finds she's enjoyed it immensely, feeling lighter, less tense and anxious about the upcoming rituals. ]

Try to get some sleep. You will likely need it.

[eviscerates]

Alright. Well, I will let you get to it. I hope it... brewed? Well?

( ??? She has no idea about what the relevant terms would be. Is potion like soup? She just does not know. )

I will. And you too. Rest up and stuff.

[fleurdesel]

It seems to have done just that.

[ Which is a step in the right direction for the last ritual. Not that she is eager to skip the fourth but-

Being prepared is important in this. ]

Goodnight, Miel Loup. Sleep well.

[eviscerates]

( Okay, maybe she likes this nickname. Maybe she sort of digs it. )

Thanks, Captain. Sleep well.

( and now she is hanging up before this turns into an awkward pause kind of place. )