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.

Comments

[excultro]

I didn't—

[ 'Remake you,' only there was an argument to be made that he did precisely that. Spoke the bastard's name and so ushered him into the world anew. There was responsibility behind what he'd done. All that talk about consequences, the lessons he'd half-learned so long ago, swam back into his head and left him thinking that this was his own fault, after all. He'd set out to change things. And hadn't he done just that?

Maybe he should have killed the bastard. Withstood Billie's arguments and persuaded her to drive the twin-bladed knife through the Outsider's long-chilled heart.

And there the little shit goes, making himself at home and and sifting through Daud's store of carefully organized food. Or, okay, not carefully organized. More like haphazardly stacked or strewn on shelves. Still, he knows where everything is. Where everything was, until the Outsider got his hands on it. ]

I expect you're the same as you ever were. Disappearing when it suits you. Stopping in when you want food or entertainment. A laugh at the old man who broke his life into pieces for you.

[ His jaw's clenching again (what he said is true and isn't true at all, and he knows it), and he refocuses his attention, scans the Outsider's tidy piles of tins. ]

The food isn't to your liking.

[ There might be a smirk in his voice. Between years holed up in ruined buildings as an assassin and years of ceaseless travel in exile, Daud had learned to live off whatever rations he could scrape together. He's beginning to gather that the Outsider's developed more particular tastes. Well. Maybe the little bastard'll learn there's nothing for him here. Leave Daud in glorious silence.

(Daud isn't sure he'd want that, really. Isn't sure he'd be glad to see the Outsider go for good.) ]

[scrimshaws]

[What had drawn the Outsider to Daud, all those years ago, was the fascinating contradictions he housed within himself. He was a murderer, and yet he gathered others around him to protect and spare them. He was a man who had built a fearsome reputation for himself, and yet had never used his fame to amass comfort or wealth for himself. He had slit the throat of countless men for coin, but he mourned what had happened to the Empress.

He had spared the Outsider, but now he regretted. Fascinating.

But he could do without all the blame that was laid at his feet. ( He wasn't going to disagree with the rest. )]

Have I ever laughed at you, Daud?

[Mocked him plenty, disapproved of some of his choices, or found himself growing bored with him, perhaps. But laughter was a new thing, something he still didn't understand. It was a step above smiling, which he had never felt like doing before, but physical bodies were responsive in ways that the Outsider hadn't realized. ]

How long will it take you to realize it was never for me you did all of those things for?

[It was mostly to kill the smirk, and pointedly, he opened up the can of hagfish. And because he could, he took a seat on the counter among the throne of cans, picking at the jelly with his fingers and trying not to grimace.]

I'll get better food tomorrow. Do you have any requests?

[Look at him being generous despite your terrible hospitality, Daud.]