calperna

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if you are not playing rook / do not have a rook canon to your portrayal, i am in general picturing my rook - theodosia ‘theo’ laidir, elf spell blade lord of fortune who is just a ball of chaos and sunshine and who calpernia has no idea how to interact with despite an odd and tentative understanding of each other and their pasts. generally the friendly + humorous choices and the definition of “here for a good time, not a long time”.

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NEW PLAYTHROUGH ... new lil guy ... ignore the armor he's a warden

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calpernia prefers tea over coffee. she has a strong preference for mint tea, but also enjoys cinnamon and anise.

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calpernia’s lip curls slightly and she glares down into the cup as if it has committed a grave act of violence. “you need not tell me,” it is a hill to die upon now, a point to make. she takes another painful sip, “it is fine.”

“if you don’t like it, don’t drink it. simple as that,” neve says, taking the last sip of her own cup. “no one’s forcing you.”

open starter.

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there is something about that smile that makes calpernia want to leave the room. she could not name the feeling if asked - - - neither distaste nor discomfort, but akin to both. fingers curl and calpernia ignored that feeling best she can. “no.” sharp eyes remain focused on each bottle touched. how easy it would be to slip a toxin in among healing herbs and tinctures. perhaps it is a paranoid thought, but one grows accustomed to such wariness when one has been poisoned before. the spies of magisters work in silence, shadow, and sometimes casks of tainted wine.

❝ Your concern for my nerves is noted and appreciated, as always, ❞ Caron murmurs, meeting her glance with a beatific smile before turning away to her set of potions and herbs. Magic in their way, all, but some less so than others. Scarred fingertips touch the tops of the bottles, and she hums before asking: ❝ Have you ever had any bad reactions to elfroot? ❞

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THE OUTCOME JUSTIFIES THE DEED.

independent veilguard - focused calpernia , former leader of the venatori & founding member of the shadow dragons. written by bee.

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I disagree but I also don't respect your opinion

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it is a moment where she does not want to listen to sense. it is sensible, what he says - - - calpernia knows that. still … her jaw tightens, her fingers nearly twitch into fists as she levels a glare at ashur. he’s right. she does not want to admit such. the urge to pick apart his words and transform them into knives to be flung crawls up the back of her throat. it is an old habit, one that has burned bridges before.

“your hypotheticals do nothing but stagnate any action we may be able to take,” each word is only barely constrained … he is lucky that calpernia ( though she would never admit such aloud ) cares about him enough to temper her tongue, “while we wile away hours debating morality and logistics, we allow a snake in our midst more time to gather information to twist against us.”

"and if it was an honest mistake?" few, ashur imagines, could stand up to the fire that lights calpernia from within and not be scorched by it. what she wants to say, he's heard before; maybe even thought it himself, at times. of course they aren't doing enough — nothing can be enough, not when the magisterium holds tevinter in a grip that will someday choke the life out of even them. it's scrabbling for purchase on ever-shrinking ground. better that than letting go. "if the intel they got was bad in the first place? should we do the same, and make people too afraid to come to us, in case they're mistaken?"

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attempting drafts from mobile … i cut them at home last night so hopefully formatting is fine but pls tell me if they look wrong

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her breath hangs in the air before her and calpernia adjusts the thick scarf she wears to better cover her pink nose and cold lips. this weather is abysmal. the cold is what she had hated most about the south and it seems it is determined to follow her. the snow is a difficult slog - - - her leg is not designed for these circumstances and it has proven difficult to f find steady footing in the ice and snow.

“there,” her voice is hushed and steady as she halts, gesturing towards the faintest hint of tracks. two straight lines furrowed in the snow and almost fully covered over with snowfall. wagons. people within as their cargo, no doubt.

@calperna,  starter.

it  feels  like  they've  been  walking  forever.  an  exaggeration,  obviously,  but  the  chill  in  his  bones  wants  to  argue.  a  nearby  cave  rumored  to  house  several  slavers  and  their  recent  purchases  is  their  target,  but  the  location  is  relatively  remote,  in  the  middle  of  nowhere.  if  they  are  not  careful  with  their  trail,  their  tracks  in  the  snow  could  give  them  away  before  they  even  get  a  glimpse  at  the  people  who  need  their  help.  zephyr  can  only  hope  that  they  make  it  in  time  before  it  is  too  late.

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I am quite saddened by the lack of Calpernia on my dash and so I decided to do something about that >:UUU

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what if instead of having to work i didnt have to

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calpernia & appearance p1

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“no rest for the wicked, i see.” — neve

calpernia is not taken off guard by neve's arrival - - - even this late, even somewhere safe as the lighthouse, her wits are kept about her. that said, she had not expected the company and that much is evident ; her hair hangs loose and she is dressed in her nightclothes covered by a heavy looking dark red robe, pooling about her where she sits on the low sofa. the library is still and empty but for the two of them.

"i have been called worse," it is almost a joke. as close as calpernia ever seems to come to one, anyways. "no." there is a book open on her lap and nearly two dozen scattered about the sofa and coffee table - - - with them two empty mugs and one half-drunk glass of wine. "we have no reason to believe more of the so-called gods are not at risk of breaking forth from their shoddily constructed prison. it is in our best interest to know as much as possible regarding their manner and weaknesses."

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’ they’re slaves ! you should want to help them ! ’ -- from elethara.

"do not speak to me on such matters, inquisitor," the words whip past her lips without a second thought as calpernia turns to focus eyes that burn upon the inquisitor, advancing closer with calculated steps, "you are revered as a herald but what have you done to help them? do not speak to me of helping, when your inquisition could have marched upon tevinter, when your divine could have declared holy war against the imperial chantry over the practice, and chose not to." the words are level but seething with barely contained rage at the accusation flung at her, "i am one of the only ones helping them. it is too fine a job for your clumsy hands - - - a wrong move and their masters will slaughter them rather than allow them to go free."

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i love when nan and i write bc she always berates me in private for my quick reply

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the jokes lands with all the grace of a stone lobbed through a window pane. calpernia's eyes remain cold and there is a flicker is distaste within them that lacks the heat that is pointed towards those who have truly earned her ire. "there has been increased venatori movement throughout dock town, converging at glandivalis square. they have blocked off the access points - - - there will be no foiling them quietly, and we lack the agents to handle it without heavy loss." she need not say i require you and your team, that much is surely obvious and calpernia has never been one to ask something of another.

@calperna, * calpernia & asha. the situation's changed - for the worse, unfortunately.

There is no worry that passes across Rook's features, only a cool lack of surprise — but not disinterest. She had long since learned that there here was no use in panicking at the first sign of trouble. Besides, if all was well within Minrathous, there would be no need for Shadow Dragons. "I think it'd be more shocking to learn that something had gone right, at this point," The blithe response melts quickly; knowing well enough that Calpernia wouldn't be receptive to it for long. "Give it to me, then. What's gone wrong, now?"