Varric Tethras | Dragon Age (taleweaver) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-22 01:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, aveline vallen, varric tethras |
"Detective Aveline Vallen. I'm going to have to ask you take...'Bianca' out of the theater."
Who: Varric and Aveline, also Bianca
What: Varric gets kick out of a movie theater and has a beer with Aveline.
Where: Movie Theatre and then the Green Maid
When: Yesterday!
status: complete
Rating: PG
"What do you meant I can't bring her in? She's not loaded and I don't even have any bolts." Varric crossed his arms, "I just want to see the movie with Bianca. Is that too much to ask?"
The man at the ticket counter just stared at him.
Varric held up some more money, "I'll buy her a ticket too." Because Bianca deserved her own seat. He didn't care if he was holding up the line, or disturbing the peace!
Aveline spotted a commotion--small commotion, but still a commotion--at the ticket counter and went over to investigate. Was that man seriously attempting to buy a ticket for a...what was that? Some sort of weapon, from the look of it, whatever it was. "Do you have a permit for that?" she asked.
Varric turned, and raised an eyebrow. The shock of red hair was disturbingly familiar. It couldn't be... "Bianca is a crossbow, and she isn't loaded. No permit necessary!" He folded his arms, prepared for a long stand-off.
Aveline raised an eyebrow. "I expect most of your fellow audience members would be uncomfortable knowing there was a weapon in the theater, loaded or not."
Varric unslung Bianca, expanding her to her full glory and stroking the silver inlay, "
She wouldn't hurt a fly, isn't that right, Bianca?"
Aveline on the other hand, frankly scared the crap out of him.
Aveline just stood there looking unimpressed as several people in the line behind Varic quickly exited the movie theater. "I believe you just proved my point, injured flys or no."
Frowning, Varric looked down at Bianca, "Yes, I know the woman is scary." To Aveline, he said, "Are you happy to see me or is that a holster under your jacket?"
The man talked to his crossbow. Wonderful. "That would be a holster, yes." She flipped her badge out. "Detective Aveline Vallen. I'm going to have to ask you take...'Bianca' out of the theater."
Varric looked her up and down, as if gauging his chances. They weren't very good. This woman was intimidating. So he tried a different tact, "Let me buy you a beer and you have yourself a deal."
"If that's what it takes, all right." Hopefully he didn't do something like this ever again, too.
Fat chance of that - he'd just have to disguise Bianca better. Why couldn't they live in a society where a man can walk with his automatic crossbow in peace? Varric nodded his head and exited the theater, "My car is over there."
This could turn out to be another small adventure. "All right. Lead on."
Leading her to his car, he put Biana in the back seat, and then got in, "Radio is yours to do with as you please."
Varric took them to the Green Maid. He knew the owner, and liked the new decor. And he hadn't yet found Hawke's bar, so he couldn't move in check that out, yet.
Aveline stepped out of the car and eyeballed the bar. Well, it looked decent from the outside.
"It used to be worse," He said, almost as if reading her mind. "Then I gave it to my favorite waitress. I enjoy being a patron more than I did owning it." He winked at her, and made his way in. Several people raised their glasses and cheered at him.
"...so you used to own this place?" Somehow she could see the man as a bar owner. And that naturally he'd take her to said bar.
He wasn't trying to show off, not really. Okay maybe a little bit. He waved to the person at the bar, "Two of the special brew." Then he led Aveline to a booth, "Yeah. I bought it about five years back. Had to go travel for a bit so deeded it to someone else."
"Interesting. Did you find the crossbow in your travels?"
"You could say that," Varric replied, thoughtfully. "It was a gift, of sorts."
"Just remember not to try to take it into crowded public places," Aveline said. "Some people might have a more...heated reaction than that ticket booth attendant."
"People have no imagination," Varric replied. "You never know when a darkspawn might jump out at you."
"...darkspawn?" Aveline raised an eyebrow. "Is that like a zombie or something?"
"Sort of. Much worse." He nodded his head as a pitcher of beer was brought over. This was the most normal of conversations, "Come out of the ground. Eat flesh. Taint the ground. Nasty buggers."
"Uh huh." Great. She had a penchant for finding odd conversations.
"I'm an author," He added, for clarification. Maybe he'd been wrong about her.
"Ah, that actually makes sense." Even if not much about the man did, otherwise.
Varric poured them some beer, "So you're an officer of the law? Varric Tethras, for formal introductions." He winked at her, "I actually write a mystery series."
"Oh do you?"
"Yes! The lead is a former MP marine who was discharged for drunken and disorderly conduct."
"I see." Probably a lot of fight scenes.
Many, many fight scenes. And drinking scenes, "The best part about writing, is research. I wouldn't mind doing a more serious novel."
Aveline sippped her beer. "Any ideas what you'd write a serious novel about?"
"A more serious detective novel, I was thinking." He smiled at her, "I could use an inspiring source."
Aveline stared at him for a moment. He couldn't seriously be thinking about her. They'd only just met.
"I know an interesting person when I see one," Varric said. "The best stories have an element of truth."
"I'm really not interested at the moment."
"Well, look me up if you ever have any stories you want to tell," Varric replied. "No matter how crazy."
Aveline smiled slightly. "I'll keep that in mind."
Varric gave her his card, "Now just sit back and enjoy your drink. I'm going to tell you a story, about a woman named Hawke and an underground expedition..."