So…have you noticed I've been- unconsciously- renaming movies to fit the chapters XP what movies, I can't seem to remember…huh…a little help with that?
Disclaimer: Alas, my pretty readers, I don't own Dragon Age. If I did, Fenders would be a canon pairing XP I only own Mulisha and Kit, sadly. I also don't own Watching You Walk Away - Shane Yellowbird in the previous chapter and Wonderland - Natalia Kills, this chapter.
Warnings: Oh yeah…erm…minor battle scene. I suppose. And some…you know what? Don't really need this, you'll see why I put it rated T as soon as we get a few more chapters deeper. And I'm gonna stop putting the Warning's in too…
Oh yeah, for all you Virtual Lover readers reading this, I am going to update it…never.
-gets hit-
I was joking! But seriously, I'm not gonna be updating it until this is finished. Such a sad day….
/.: Don't want your stiletto's; I'm not, not Cinderalla .:\
Mulisha let out a long, drawn out sigh. "Didn't you say Vinny and the rest were to met us here?" she questioned, giving Carver a deadpan look. "Look, Vincent only told me to tell you to come here, in this stink hole, to wait for them so we can go kill slavers living in our family mansion, okay?" Carver growled, irritated.
"Did you happen to pack any sweets, while we're waiting?" Kit turned pleading eyes to Mulisha. "Didn't you pack any sweets?" Mulisha raised a eyebrow, taking off her backpack to dig in it. "No…"
"…you're hopless," she sighed as she tossed a bag to him. "Make it last awhile, will you? I can't magic up any candy, ya know." she rolled her eyes. "Wow, I thought mages could do that," making Mulisha groan at the shocked looks Carver and Varric were giving her. "They didn't know I was a mage, you idiot!" she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose at the shock turned betrayed look on Carver's face.
"And when, were you going to tell us?" Carver gritted out, teeth grinding together. "I didn't want you to know," she shrugged. "What?" Varric gave them all a confused look. "So they haven't told you yet?" Carver scoffed. "Argh…" Mulisha groaned. "They said they'd explain it to me," Varric raised an eyebrow at her, "I think I've waited long enough, don't you think? It appears as though they aren't going to be here for a while, doesn't it?"
Mulisha sighed again, burying her face in her hands before looking back at Varric. "Alright, so since we're pretty much alone right now. I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone else, you got me?" she growled, "Because if so much as a hint got out about the truth about me and Kit, I will torture you so bad, you wish you had never meet me," she narrowed her eyes at him.
Kit narrowed his eyes at Varric too, "I'll personally see to it that you get delivered to her, got it dwarf?" he growled. "Alright, alright. You have my word!" Varric held his hands up in surrender. Mulisha eyed him for a few seconds before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him into an unlocked door, Carver and Kit following, closing and locking the door as they all piled in, ignoring the bloody cots, bandages and the smell of herbs and sickness.
"Alright, so what we were going to explain to you was that…well, we're not from this world." Mulisha said, hopping on a table with a sigh. "…so you're demons?" Varric gave her an amused look. "No! Oh my God…why is it that everyone's reaction is 'So you're demons?', can't there be, I don't know. 'So what the hell are you's'?" Mulisha groaned. "Because you're so short and I'm so tall?" Kit grinned.
"Oh for the love of…We come from a world where everything here, is nothing but a game to us! Vincent and Cassiel, only characters we can create and control. We know everything there is to know about this world!" Mulisha smacked her forehead. "We know who Hawke is supposed to meet and who will follow, what's going to happen and what the Deep Roads expedition holds in store." she added, tapping thin air with her right foot.
"And I think we're also in Ander's clinic right now…'cause he's one of the people we meet…I also think that's him standing right there." Kit sounded amused as Carver and Mulisha argued with Varric. "They're not demons, okay? We would have known by now if they were! They've only been a pain in the ass, anyways!" Carver growled. "Who the hell are you calling a pain in the ass, you fraggin big baby? 'Damn Vincent, he think's he's so good? I'll show him!', you have friggin issues, boy." Mulisha scowled. "You better not me talking to me, elf." Carver turned to glare down at Mulisha. "Oh, and what's going to happen? Are you going to go crying to Vinny?" she mocked, raising an eyebrow mockingly at him.
"I can handle myself!" Carver sneered, bending to her level to get in her face as she stood on her tip toes to meet him. "Oh, then why is it that Cassiel always had you're back in battle when you were working for the Red Irons? Had to have you're older sister looking after you 'cause Vincent wasn't there?" she growled.
Kit grinned as Varric looked on in bemusement, temporarily forgetting about Anders as they both started laughing. "Seriously, though. We should stop ignoring Anders." Kit said once he stopped laughing. "And how, exactly, do you know my name?" his voice rang out coldly, Carver jerking away from Mulisha as if burned.
Mulisha turned around to face him, an amused look on her face. "You were there the whole time, weren't you?" she asked, a smirk curling her lips. "That doesn't mean I believe you, I think you are demons." he growled, taking out his staff. "Oh my- do we honestly look like demons or people possessed by demons?" she deadpanned.
"Seriously? If I am a demon, I must be an attractive demon for you to hit on me." Kit grinned cheekily. "Dude, he hasn't flirted once with you." Mulisha gave him her deadpan look. "He'll get it later on," Kit waved his hand in the air.
"Then again…I'm not Hawke," Kit looked thoughtful, "Then again, I'm not Hawke…" he grinned. "That didn't even make sense." Carver said. "It doesn't have to," Kit chuckled. Anders was eyeing them warily the whole time, clenching and unclenching his fist, "Tell me something no one else knows, then." he said finally after everyone turned back to him. "Oh, that's easy. You're possessed by a friend of yours you meet through the Warden-Commander. A spirit in the Fade named Justice. He's also changed, since forging his soul with yours, becoming a spirit of Vengeance and coming out whenever you see a Templar." Mulisha waved an hand in the air looking uninterested as she said the words fast, the last word drawn out in a sing-song voice.
"How did you…how did you know that?" Anders growled.
"Yeah…I don't wanna add anymore to that. I only know is-" Kit mocked the sound of an explosion, spreading his hands wide. Mulisha growled and smacked him, "You are so lucky Carver and Varric didn't hear you!" she hissed at him.
"Anyways, yeah. I know about you. Him, he's just an idiot." she shrugged, jerking her thumb at Kit.
"I'm not completely idiotic, you know," Kit pouted at her. "You have a thing for crazy, a fetish for it. You're a complete moron." she rolled her eyes. "And?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "Anders." she snickered. Kit looked away, looking oddly shamefaced. "I hate you, Elf." he sulked. "Thus proving I win another fight." Mulisha mock cheered. "You have a thing for dicks…Fenris." Kit grinned evilly at her.
Mulisha coughed, "You're an ass."
"And I also have a thing for dwarves, by the way. I don't hear you calling on that!" she said, mockingly raising an eyebrow at him. "Big babies…" he laughed, covering his eyes. "At least I didn't get chased by one all around Darktown."
"What can I say? He was in a large number…"
"Meaning you were drunk!"
"Yes…and I was too wasted and I ran my way to Anders clinic…"
"Loser…"
"Craziness aside!" Carver growled, pulling Mulisha over to stand by him as to try stop them from arguing anymore, if you could even call it that. "What are we going to do with him?" he pointed at a annoyed looking Anders. "Why, we're going to keep him, of course!" Mulisha grinned at him, making Carver sigh and drop his head on her head, slumping.
"Really?"
"Well, he does have maps to the Deep Roads we need…"
"How did you know we needed another entrance to the Deep Roads?" Varric raised an eyebrow at her. "A wizard told me." she chuckled. "That is so wizard," Kit cackled.
"So that means you're not here to take me back-"
"To the Wardens, no. I also know they made you give up Ser-Pounce-A-Lot too. Actually…I, uh, was actually the one to give him to you." Mulisha scratched her cheek. "Well, not me exactly. But Titan, the Hero of Ferelden. Also Zevran Arainai's lover but-" Mulisha stopped at the annoyed look she was getting from Kit. "Anyways, a favour for a favour?" she turned pleading eyes to Anders. "We'll help you with Karl and you'll give us the maps?"
"How did you- never mind, considering you knew about Justice. I'm not surprised you also knew about Karl." Anders sheathed his staff reluctantly. Eyeing her cautiously, Anders circled around the table he was standing behind to stand a few feet away from the tiny elf. "Justice says not to trust you," he finally said. "Justice needs to get laid, not give you advice on who and who not to trust. Besides, doesn't he say that to everyone you meet?" Mulisha raised an eyebrow at him.
Ander's lips twitched at her words. "I shouldn't trust you, but…when will you be available?" he sighed. "Well…we're actually waiting for others to be here to break into the Amell Estate, here." Mulisha shrugged. "Apparently, the entrance is right outside you're clinic. And then we need to go to a raid out in Sundermount and then to find a Dalish Keeper named Maretheri and get an amulet delivered. So not for awhile."
"Well…I'll be here when you're finally free." he sighed. "Oh, don't worry Anders, you'll do fine without me for a week or two." she chuckled, patting his arm. "Anyways, I think that's the others outside, we should go. See you in awhile!"
/.: Birthright, Basements of Amell :.\
"Well…this is a dump." Mulisha said dryly. "You can read minds now?" Kit raised an eyebrow at her. "No, this is just a dump," she said, gesturing to boxes upon boxes and stains on the floor. "Are you sure, you're not a blood mage?" Cassiel gave her a weird look. "Damn it, how many times must I say it? I'd rather die then become a blood mage! Have you seen them? They're so, demon this, demon that. Oh, look at me, I'm so much stronger because I have demons on my side. I can rise the dead, I killed Templars! They could be just crapping shit for all I care! Blood magic is the forbidden for me. I'll never turn to it!" Mulisha scoffed.
"You've already got Bethany and Vincent to throw things at her just to see if she was possessed and whatnot, leave her alone!" Carver growled angrily. "Somebody has a little mage crush," Kit cackled in a sing song voice, earning himself a glare from Carver.
"Can we drop this conversation and get on with the mission, already?" Vincent looked annoyed as he and Aveline walked on ahead cautiously.
Mulisha raised an eyebrow at Carver as she tugged him forward by his forearm. Not seeing the faint pink blush on his cheeks and the cheeky, devious grins Varric and Kit shared.
She shrieked as she jerked her and Carver away from a dagger flying straight toward them. "Give an elf a warning, will ya?" she snapped, taking out her long sword and dagger, Carver and Kit already rushing into the battle as Varric started shooting bolts from Bianca.
"Well what did you want me to say? Holy frick, there's people over there trying to kill us!" Kit asked mockingly as he sank his broad sword through an enemy's stomach. "Or maybe, Oh look, what nice people. They have weapons!"
"Or would you rather my battle cry?" he asked dryly as he severed the heads of three people, Vincent setting the ones behind him aflame as Bethany froze the ones trying to stab Aveline in the back. "Get over here!" Kit said in a deep voice, yanking a small female slaver toward him before plunging his sword through her stomach and slicing her in two.
Carver leapt in the air and sliced an enemy down the middle, panting as he and Mulisha pushed their backs together as Varric shot the last straight in the head.
"God, and you said that this is the home base of all slavers over Thedas? How fraggin many do you figure are in the house?" Mulisha sighed as she waltzed over to a chest, kneeling down to see the lock.
"Too many," Cassiel groaned as she handed her, her own lock picks. "Be a dear and open that?" she turned pleading eyes to Mulisha, "I was planning to anyways," Mulisha only chuckled.
"Stealing?" Carver scowled at them. "Looking, dumbass." Mulisha rolled her eyes as she took out 1 sovereign, 10 silvers and 12 coppers from the chest, handing them to Vincent. "And there wasn't anything in there, anyways. Unless you call this broken toy horse something," she laughed, holding up a wooden horse with no tail or front legs.
"Who puts that kind of junk in there? It's not even valuable!" Varric snorted, eyeing the broken horse. "I dunno, a sentimental soon-to-be-slave?" Mulisha shrugged as she threw the broken horse back into the chest, closing it and tossing Cassiel her lock picks before following after Vincent and Bethany as they went into another room.
Mulisha and Cassiel whistled as they opened crates and dug through them. "Frag, you guys are so in tune together, why don't you get it over with and get married?" Kit looked amused as he watched Mulisha practically dive into a barrel and Cassiel move onto another one. "I would…If I was all for her ship, that is." Mulisha said after resurfacing, holding a bag before dropping it on the floor, a few coins spilling out before she disappeared again, only for a bigger bag to come flying out and a bunch of jewels to go flying.
"Oh yeah, we would have already eloped if we swung that way," Cassiel giggled, picking up the jewels that had flown from the bag and putting them back in.
"And we would have never known until the night of the honeymoon," Kit said dryly. "Or you would have never, ever found out, if we had any minds to hide." Mulisha snickered as she tied the coin purse next to her other one, grabbing the bag as Cassiel handed it to her, only to throw it at Kit, who caught it before it fell to the floor.
"Well, two of the doors are locked from the inside and there's only one other open." Vincent said as he walked in, "what are you guys doing?" he raised an eyebrow at Mulisha and Cassiel curiously. "Scavenging," Mulisha grinned. "Oh yeah, we found 10 sovereigns already, plus 50 silvers and 90 coppers," Cassiel snickered, handing the coins over to Vincent.
"…so stealing?"
"It's not stealing! It's…okay, it's stealing. But they don't deserve it! They're slavers for goodness sakes," Mulisha rolled her eyes. "Anyways, we should go. I don't think there's anything else to take anywhere here, anyways."
Going up the stairs and turning right, Mulisha, Vincent and Kit just arrived as Aveline struck a Slave Guard down, Varric shooting bolts like crazy as Carver cut down the ones that hadn't died from the bolts. Bethany setting a group of them aflame as they rushed into the fight.
Blood dripping from their blades as the last of the Slave Guards fell to the floor. "You came just in time, they came out of nowhere." Bethany sighed in relief as the Mage fell down dead. "Well, of course, they are guards. You don't expect them to all be in plain sight, do you?" Mulisha looked amused as she zeroed in on a chest, checking to see if it would open by itself.
"But they're slave guards! Aren't they supposed to be, I don't know, protecting slaves?" Bethany furrowed her brow in thought as Mulisha handed her 5 silvers. "Maybe they're in one of the locked rooms or the shipment hasn't arrived yet? Just think about it, if there are no soon-to-be-slaves here now, then why wouldn't they be waiting for a shipment? And on that note, why not kill them all now, so that no one else has to be forced to being a slave?" Mulisha raised an eyebrow at Bethany as they walked into the room Cassiel and the rest were in.
"Well…yes, but doesn't it seem a little strange to you?"
"As strange as suddenly being in a game is? No, as strange as 'what the hell is going on?'? Yes. Still, can't change anything until we get to the head Slaver in this joint and kill him."
"I…guess you're right." Bethany looked helpless. "We'll check every room just in case there are people here that are for sale and stuff, okay?" Mulisha sighed.
"Where were you two?" Vincent scowled, a worried look in his eyes. "Scavenging in the next room, what else?" Mulisha grinned at him, "Only found 5 silvers and this emerald, though." she shrugged, hiding the amethyst she had in her hand in a pocket.
"There were just four guards in the next room, I took care of them." Carver said as he walked into the room, wiping the blood off his blade. "Didn't you check the other two rooms joined? There could have been more!" Vincent sighed, "Well excuse me for just fighting the ones that attack me!"
"Oh, Carver." Mulisha groaned. "Now the head slaver probably knows we're here. If he didn't before…"
"…"
"Ah, I forgive you anyways. Besides, we should probably go kill the bastard anyways."
Carver glared at Vincent's back before following. Muttering under his breath as they walked along.
Peeking into the next room, Mulisha sighed, "Well…there's the head macho in this house. He's surrounded by guards and a trap. By the looks of it, I think it's some kind of gas, maybe poison? He's standing right beside it and will most likely try to make you step on it. Just walk over it, not around. It's the whole length of the floor but only three inches wide. Got it?"
"Yes,"
"Alright…"
"Duh,"
"Did you have to make it so long?"
"Leave her alone!"
"Oh shut up!" Mulisha growled, "Now let's go kick some slaver ass!"
"Did that bastard Gamlen put you up to this?" he sneered as soon as he saw them. "I knew I should have slit his throat!" he growled, taking out his staff and readying a shield spell as the guards pounced on them.
Growling, Vincent threw an ice spell before the mage could put up the shield, freezing him before smacking a slaver away from him, Mulisha swinging her sword and cutting his throat open.
Kit and Carver charged forward, slicing threw four men each as Aveline stabbed one in the neck, bashing another with her shield before ripping her sword away, severing the head and stabbing the rogue through the stomach before he could slink away.
Bethany set two men ablaze, Varric shooting them in the chest as Carver and Kit smashed their swords at the frozen mage, Mulisha stabbing a guard in the back as Vincent sent a ice spell at another, Cassiel doing a round house kick, shattering the frozen guard.
"Oh look, the vault key!" Mulisha pointed at a frozen piece of the mage. "Maker's breath, really?" Cassiel groaned as Vincent threw a miniature fireball at it, melting the ice away and grabbing the key.
"That was fun, let's never do that again." Kit sighed as they walked up the stairs to the vault. "It wasn't so bad, killing slavers, smashing them to frozen bits. It was a fun experience." Carver said sarcastically as Vincent open the vault door.
"Everything we want to know about our family is inside!" Bethany squealed.
"And treasure too, you never know, we could have made 50 soveriegns just by looting the slavers." Mulisha shrugged. "Of course, you'll have to buy food for yourselves and stuff so maybe we'll have to find more jobs for more money." she added thoughtfully.
"Oh, who cares? We came here for a will, let's get it, and go. I'm tired and I ran out of sweets." Kit growled, irritated.
"Yes, yes. We'll get the will," Mulisha sighed as Vincent opened up a chest, bringing out a piece of parchment. "Oh! That's it! Grandfathers will! Mother needs to see it as soon as possible!" Bethany gasped, making Vincent chuckle. "We'll take it to her right now."
/.: Gamlen's House :.\
"…so, I'm just saying…Blood's blood and all, but you are taking advantage of my hospitality!" Vincent and Bethany heard as they walked in, Carver and Cassiel having decided to go over to Mulisha and Kit's next door.
"It's only fair if you make something of a…uh, monthly contribution-"
"You sold my children into servitude!" Leandra cried, "And now you expect me to pay rent?" she glared at a slightly nervous looking Gamlen. "Uh…maybe just put something towards food…" Gamlen looked really nervous and fidgety and a scowling Vincent and glaring Bethany stood by Leandra's side.
"We found the will," Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Yes, he forgave you, Mother!" Bethany said, her eyes lighting up, "Grandfather left you everything!" she added as she handed her mother the will. "Read it, see for yourself!"
"Er, uh…I should…maybe…" Gamlen gulped at Leandra's furious gaze.
"To my daughter, Leandra, and all children born to her…the estate in Hightown and all associated revenues…" she read, happiness and shock lacing her voice as she looked up at Gamlen. "We have a home, Mother. A real home." Vincent said to her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she looked back down at the will.
"They forgave me…" Leandra looked close to tears as she said it. "Mother forgave me…but…"
"Gamlen! How could you?" she glared up at her brother. "You're the one who ran away!" he snapped, "What happened to 'Love is so much more important then money'?" he growled. "It is, though!" Leandra cried. "And you didn't even come home for the funeral!" he added, brushing off her comment.
"But the twins were a week old! What do you think me, a monster? To just abandon my babies so soon after their birth!"
"We all have our burdens," Gamlen sighed sadly. "Mine was looking after a life you abandoned. How long was I supposed to wait?"
"Well, if it wasn't for the Blight…would we ever have come here?" Vincent questioned, looking down at his mother. "I always thought I would…" she answered, "I suppose you three are Ferelden to your toes." she laughed weakly.
"Look, sister, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it," he exhaled, "But I did, and there's nothing I can do to get it back."
"I don't expect you to try get it all back, Gamlen. It's enough to know Mother and Father didn't die angry," she sighed, a sad look to her eyes. "I'll petition the Viscount for rights to the estate. Maker willing, you'll have your 'house' back within weeks."
Gamlen scoffed, "You don't have the coin or standing to even get an audience with the Viscount!" he shook his head, "You've got to be someone in this city to live in that house again," he added.
"Then I had better get started," she said with a determined look to her eyes as she went over to the paper and ink.
/.: I don't need a knight, so baby take off all your armour :.\
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