Sieglinde Sullivan (
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[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.
Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.
Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.
You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.
Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]
- Are you recording that?
[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]
Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-
[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]
Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.
Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.
You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.
Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]
- Are you recording that?
[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]
Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-
[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]
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[It seems strange, the kind of thing heard more in stories while he was growing up, about strange witches far south in distant Ferelden. Not something that really happened anywhere.]
What about male children? Or if someone wanted to marry and have a family?
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[She can say them in a way that sound true, because she'd believed it most all her life. It almost seems like it's still true.]
No men are allowed- none of my women marry, and we bear no male heirs. Only women can continue the line.
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[These strange issues with women in other worlds are starting to sound concerning the more he hears about them. How many worlds have these strange ideas?]
But what happens to male children born into the village? Surely you don't kill them?
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[The fun that comes of a melting pot team...]
We bear no male children- there are ways to assure the child is female.
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So... do you mean there are men with magic as well, but it's different? How?
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I had never left my village.
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I can be hard to adapt to.
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[Maybe. Especially for her, but. She likes to think maybe others have similar problems, if only for comfort.]