dishonored meme

[wolfofdunwall]

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a dishonored meme

'ever since the empress died, it's been getting darker in dunwall. but it's that moment just before the light goes that matters most of all.'

the isles are caught amid fractious days, and you find yourself living among them. perhaps - probably - you’ve lived here all your life. perhaps you’ve been brought here by some magical means. whatever the case, you’ve made or will make a life among the isles.

if you were born in or around the isles, what’s your lot in life? are you nobility? a person of great means? a member of the city watch? a shipmate? an inventor? perhaps a civilian just trying to make your way through the rat plague. perhaps a thief, a gang member, an assassin. perhaps a witch or a devotee of the outsider, or perhaps an overseer, scourge of the occult.

when you comment, add a little bit about who your character is in the dishonored world. what your occupation is (if you have one), what you think about recent events, what you tend to do with your days. (if you want to give multiple options re: who they are, feel free!)

you might also want to offer some prompts: scenario ideas, picture prompts, quotes, words, whatever you like.

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[wolfofdunwall]

[ Stefano Valentini.

Well.

Daud doesn't tense at the absurd way this man speaks so lightly of killing him, those his gaze sharpens, and he feels a burning pulse of irritation. As if this man could. As if he so easily could. It's a ridiculous notion, and one that Daud decides is scarcely worth addressing.

Nor does he shift at the sight of the man's ruined eye. He's seen worse, after all. Has inflicted greater waste on others. True, it's strange to see someone walking around in this fashion. Strange to see somebody survive such a wound, let alone set it out for brief display. And though Daud mostly assumes that the blade remains embedded because moving it would kill the man, there's a part of him that wonders whether Stefano left it there - or planted the blade himself - for the sake of appearances. (It'd fit, somehow. It wouldn't be surprising, dramatic as this bastard is.)

He doesn't point out that he's seen no mention of Stefano's so-called work compared with his own assassinations. Doesn't see why anyone would draw the connections. Daud's work is at once graceful and practical, subtle, and he kills for show only (mostly) when the clients ask for it. While Daud won't deny that there's been a certain grace to Stefano's displays, the overall affect is much more grandiose, and he seems to kill for (does he truly kill for?) the sake of the display itself, and for the sake of his name.

He'd ask about the wound, but he isn't interested. Doesn't need to know more than what's he's already gleaned. And what it tells him - it, combined with the way Stefano speaks of his art, of presenting the world with his vision - is that this man possesses a powerful strength of will. Which is why Daud remains where he is. Which is why he shows no signs of retreat. Which is why this man continues to hold his attention. ]

I don't work well with others.

And I'm not interested in walking with the wretches of this city.

[ Daud's always been more concerned with moving beyond the city. Stepping out from its bounds, twining it into his grasp. ]

[freezeframes]

Well, those are certainly lies.

[ Stefano dismisses the comment that he does not work well with others and ignores the rest -- which is one whole sentence more. ]

If that was true, you would not have your works of art. [ His shoulders drop as it seems like he has not done enough to impress Daud with his own masterpieces. Clicking his tongue, the artist understands the reason why. He rests his hand over his good eye as he lets out a suffering sigh. ] I understand ... yes, I understand completely.

I have been far too ... desperate for your approval that I have ended up causing you to doubt my abilities. [ His hand slides away. He decides to change gears in order to appeal to the man with his insight. ] This city ... is the heart of everything. It's where his attention is, you know. As much as I dislike the Outsider for doing no more than watching, I understand that he sees Dunwall as important. [ He turns his gaze away from Daud to look toward the corpse he has put on display. ]

Why do you think that is? [ A beat. He can't contain himself -- and he spins back around. Stefano takes one-two-three quick steps to draw back into Daud's space. His expression reads of someone who wants to say something but he holds himself back. Like an eager schoolboy, he believes he knows the answer but waits to hear the assassin's answer first. ]