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Of Gods and Monsters [1a/??]
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 07:32 am (UTC)(link)Her infiltration of the Embassy and subsequent interactions with the Thalmor had told Asta all she needed to know. They did love their paperwork, and the Nord lady had a love for sticking her nose where it didn't belong. This civil war was an absolute waste of time. She needed to get the Thalmor out. That much was obvious. Yet while the Empire and the Stormcloaks were wasting time butting heads like rams in rut, they seemed completely oblivious to the sabre cat hiding in the bushes.
Her life never had been able to be cut and dry. Everything was shades of grey when black and white would be so much easier. While Tullius wasn't... hopeless... well, she wasn't impressed. As the leader of the Imperial army (at least in Skyrim), the fact that he seemed completely uninterested in learning about the country's people and customs was disheartening. He didn't care. Getting the rebellion under control was just another set of orders.
But Ulfric was not the clear winner either.
Debating whether she wanted to move from the warmth of the fire to her alchemy room, Asta picked at the chicken breast sitting on a plate in her lap. Seeming more interested in obliterating it than she did actually eating, a few chunks accidentally landed on the floor, only to be gobbled up by the mongrel stray she'd found some time ago.
He probably should have been given a name by now. Perhaps she was simply putting too much thought into it, but nothing really seemed to fit him. He was simply Mongrel to her, though it was an affectionate term.
The Thalmor needed to be kicked out, and Asta needed to decide what she was going to do about it. Skyrim's peace was delicate and fragile; Alduin had been defeated, but Asta had yet to give any inclination she would tolerate a continuation of the fighting. Apparently her message had been well received.
Life was simpler when the choice was obvious. This was not as simple as deciding what was for dinner. No one seemed aware of this, but Asta had her own agenda to take into consideration. Trapped in a game of politics she couldn't quite play, this was likely her only chance to ensure her personal goals were met.
But ejection of an entire faction that consisted solely of one race was no easy task; especially when Asta had no desire for the Altmer minding their own business to be caught in the crossfire.
The Imperials would be a pain in the ass to get into gear. They seemed to think that blindly kneeling to the Thalmor would lessen the pressure, when the elves were just backing them into a corner.
Ulfric would be more than willing to help her; but at what cost? Asta was not so chained by her hatred of the Thalmor that she couldn't see past the obvious- All Thalmor were Altmer, but not all Altmer were Thalmor.
She was half tempted to wage a one woman war and say to hell with all of them.
Well... One woman and many, many dragons.
Not even bothering to preface with 'accidentally' dropping the food on the floor, Asta stripped the meat off the bone and tossed the pieces to Mongrel, who snapped them up happily. They'd just gotten him to stop begging, but the Nord didn't feel like eating and the stray needed all the extra calories he could get into his mouth. No longer the walking, fuzzy skeleton she'd found on the road outside Riverwood, he was still too ribby for her taste.
Standing, she left her plate in the chair; Lydia would come for it later, or in the morning.
Eventually.
It didn't matter to the Nord.
Despite the fact she enjoyed placing her books on display (the top of the bookcase had become an extra shelf, with the help of some Soul Gems-turned-paper-weights.), there were some things that didn't need to be seen.
Re: Of Gods and Monsters [1b/??]
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 07:36 am (UTC)(link)Anything she wanted hidden away was kept in her Alchemy room. Now, yes, she could just tell Lydia to stay out of a certain drawer, or out of a room, but the Housecarl naturally found herself wanting nothing to do with the Alchemy room. Keeping her private things here ensured there was no chance of either Lydia's curiosity getting the better of her, or accidentally stumbling across them while looking for something else.
Mongrel watched with a curious expression on his face, ears perked as he lazily rose to his feet and padded over to her (likely hoping she'd drop more food for him), curling up near her chair in front of her lab.
Briefly debating with herself, the woman chose to shut the doors before turning back to her little sanctuary. Eyes didn't trail to the larger bookshelf- no, this time they were focused more on her chest.
To understand the cause, she had to understand the man behind it. The Stormcloaks were nothing without their leader; if his head had met the executioner's axe, surely the rebellion would have quelled in weeks without his passionate speeches.
Or maybe another bird would arise from his predecessor’s ashes.
Stepping towards the chest, Asta lifted the lid and reach her hand in, rifling through spare potions and scrolls until her hands brushed across smooth leather. Withdrawing, she flipped the cover open.
Ulfric Stormcloak
She had the dossiers.
Delphine. Esbern. Ulfric.
The Blades would likely lose their minds if they knew she had these books. Not that she cared much for them any more. If forced with a choice, Asta was always tempted to go with the opposing side solely because they hadn't tried to force her hand. Asta had already decided on the matter. The dragons who accepted that Alduin's views were unacceptable, and chose to either follow her, like Odahviing, or retreat to quiet seclusion like Paarthurnax would be left to their own devices.
Those who went around burning villages would find themselves on the wrong end of her wrath.
Naturally, she hadn't responded well to Delphine essentially telling her 'kill Paarthurnax or I'm not talking to you ever again'. The look on her face when Asta had walked out of the temple!
She was not some fresh young girl who was an empty sponge, absorbing whatever information she came across. At thirty five, Asta was well old enough to be expected to make her own decisions.
Decisions, decisions...
Red, or blue?
Sitting down, Asta flopped the book open. She knew Delphine and Esbern's opinions on them knowing she had their dossiers. What of the Jarl?
Of course, she came to the conclusion, flipping through the pages while Mongrel acted as a foot warmer, that she couldn't know everything she needed to about Ulfric through the book.
No, the pages would not do; just as she had with the Imperials, she needed to meet the man.
Re: Of Gods and Monsters [1b/??]
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so glad this is being filled, and it's already awesome.
I also feel less weird for keeping the dossiers and every other document pertaining to the Thalmor, including all their assassination orders on me, in a locked safe. :)
Re: Of Gods and Monsters [1b/??] -A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-07-11 12:20 am (UTC)(link)Hehe, don't feel weird! I hoard everything I come across. Weapons, books, documents, food; Lydia hates me and Breezehome looks like it belongs in an episode of hoarders!
(My internet cut out, so sorry for double posts!)
OP appears!
(Anonymous) 2013-07-11 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)I adore Asta...she's the sort of level-headed DB I was thinking about when I prompted this :)
Re: OP appears! - A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-07-12 05:48 am (UTC)(link)And yes; as much as I love the stories of the doe-eyed 18 year olds who don't know the holding end from the stabbing end of a sword, I wanted a DB who's lived life a bit before the whole Civil War and Dragon thing.