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bakerstreet2017-01-17 07:42 am
vivalaopenpost) wrote in bakerstreet2017-01-17 07:42 am
[Would probably work better as an AU. Bodyguard. Very VERY open to cross-canon or OCs.]
Edited 2017-01-17 14:25 (UTC)
( got two options for you, both with her being protected.
1. usagi is a widow in need of a bodyguard or her husband is being threatened, thus requiring her to have one. she and said bodyguard grow close, and...well.
next one's smutty, so it's not to everyone's taste -
2. the kinky/corruption flavor )
1. usagi is a widow in need of a bodyguard or her husband is being threatened, thus requiring her to have one. she and said bodyguard grow close, and...well.
next one's smutty, so it's not to everyone's taste -
2. the kinky/corruption flavor )
[ooc: Could be either or.]
*(She can be your guardian angel or you can guard her. Assumed CR is A+ as are castmates.)
[ooooh I love me some Cap! Interested in maybe mashing some DCU and MCU? :) Could be a situation where worlds literally link/crash together and form an AU that encompasses both of their canons somehow. Could also be one of them stuck in the other's world. Or a complete AU where Tim is a senator's son and Steve is his bodyguard.]
[ Feel free to assume CR or AU things up as needed. Either role works for him; he can either be the important leader who keeps getting himself into unnecessarily dangerous situations, or he can be the overprotective and doting bodyguard who... also gets himself into unnecessarily dangerous situations. ]
Edited 2017-01-17 19:09 (UTC)
[I definitely do not mind playing but I'm going to be veeeeeery honest about being canon blind. Steve could always end up in DC universe and bodyguard is the best he can think to do while he gets his bearings to try and get home?]
[ Well, chuck two losers prone to get neck-deep in unnecessarily dangerous situations into the same general area, and it's a real party.
I can think of a few options off the top of my head, but the Warden can be AU'd into a Commander of the Grey en-route to inspecting various outposts, if you'd like. Lots of bears, bandits, and general unpleasant things to keep an eye out for. o9
Otherwise she can do the bodyguarding role if you have a preference that way. ]
I can think of a few options off the top of my head, but the Warden can be AU'd into a Commander of the Grey en-route to inspecting various outposts, if you'd like. Lots of bears, bandits, and general unpleasant things to keep an eye out for. o9
Otherwise she can do the bodyguarding role if you have a preference that way. ]
[not a prob on canon blindness. If that's the case, maybe Tim gets stuck in the MCU and everyone (especially Tony) thinks he's not on their side or whatever, so Cap takes him under his wing to protect and try to help him get home?]
[ I'm perfectly happy to have him tagging along as a bodyguard! And I'd love to AU him into a Grey Warden, or maybe even a loyal Cousland retainer who survived the events of Origins and is reunited with her years later. ]
Edited 2017-01-18 00:35 (UTC)
[ The road from the Frostbacks had been long and hard, as it always was; harder now, with the companions scattered to the four winds off doing Maker knows what. She'd received letters from time to time detailing the adventures occurring overland and overseas, but more often than not the duties of Commander kept her buried up to her nose in red tape at Vigil's Keep.
"It'll be easy!", they told her. "You'll be done in no time!". That may have been the case were things running smoothly as it was prior to the Blight, but for now, she has enough on her plate to have to balance political niceties as well. Securing a supply of Lyrium from the Dwarves had been a study in how very slow the wheels of bureaucracy turned without needing a little extra shove on the way.
Which in part is why she's now passing through the outer gate of one of the new Warden outposts, mabari trotting along at her heels, looking twenty kinds of exhausted as she does - interrupting the commanding officer's greeting with an upraised hand. ]
I'm escaping the paperwork. Don't ask, and don't you dare breathe a word about it to the seneschal. [ A sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose between forefinger and thumb. She can already feel a migraine coming on. ] I'll be brief. You will select one of your men to accompany me to the next outpost, and you will keep sodding quiet about it until further notice. Dismissed.
[ Well, good to know she's not getting rusty at bossing people around, even if the Lieutenant gives her a slightly worrying grin as he salutes and takes off towards the barracks. Cousland herself takes a seat on a nearby crate, scratching behind Dog's ears as the hound settles his blocky head on her knee.
She may or may not be considering how to make her new companion carry the lion's share of her rations to save her aching shoulders the trouble. ]
"It'll be easy!", they told her. "You'll be done in no time!". That may have been the case were things running smoothly as it was prior to the Blight, but for now, she has enough on her plate to have to balance political niceties as well. Securing a supply of Lyrium from the Dwarves had been a study in how very slow the wheels of bureaucracy turned without needing a little extra shove on the way.
Which in part is why she's now passing through the outer gate of one of the new Warden outposts, mabari trotting along at her heels, looking twenty kinds of exhausted as she does - interrupting the commanding officer's greeting with an upraised hand. ]
I'm escaping the paperwork. Don't ask, and don't you dare breathe a word about it to the seneschal. [ A sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose between forefinger and thumb. She can already feel a migraine coming on. ] I'll be brief. You will select one of your men to accompany me to the next outpost, and you will keep sodding quiet about it until further notice. Dismissed.
[ Well, good to know she's not getting rusty at bossing people around, even if the Lieutenant gives her a slightly worrying grin as he salutes and takes off towards the barracks. Cousland herself takes a seat on a nearby crate, scratching behind Dog's ears as the hound settles his blocky head on her knee.
She may or may not be considering how to make her new companion carry the lion's share of her rations to save her aching shoulders the trouble. ]
[ The day-to-day life of being a Grey Warden hadn't been quite what Sun Ce had expected. He'd heard the legends, of course: glorious battles against hordes of darkspawn, often from atop winged griffons and with the fate of the world in the balance. The truth was far less glamorous, and he had often found himself carrying out more menial tasks than he would have preferred.
But he consoles himself by knowing that he was making a difference. It helps him endure the pain of the one battle he'd lost, when Howe's soldiers had cut him down and left him for dead in the burning remains of Castle Cousland. When that particular distraction doesn't work, he busies himself with the occasional foray against the hapless bandits trying to disrupt the lyrium supply. They aren't the fights he yearns for, but he keeps his impatience largely to himself.
So, when one of his comrades comes to relieve him of his usual duties to act as an escort, he welcomes the change in pace, even if the other Warden's insistence on holding back certain details is a little infuriating. It's only when he approaches the gate, swords sheathed at his back, that he recognizes exactly who he'll be escorting.
She's changed a great deal since he last laid eyes on her, but she was a sight to behold back then, too. She definitely has the presence of a leader now, and the toll that her responsibilities that have taken on her is etched into her brow. But there's no mistaking her, nor is there any mistaking the magnificent mabari that she keeps at her side. He can't help but smile wistfully as he closes the distance, and inwardly, he wonders if she remembers him. ]
Warden-Commander. It's been a long time, hasn't it?
[ He gives a respectful salute befitting both the Commander of his order and the daughter of the family his own family has served for generations. He knew that the daughter of Teyrn Bryce Cousland was the Commander of the Grey, but he never imagined that he'd have the great fortune to see her in person. ]
But he consoles himself by knowing that he was making a difference. It helps him endure the pain of the one battle he'd lost, when Howe's soldiers had cut him down and left him for dead in the burning remains of Castle Cousland. When that particular distraction doesn't work, he busies himself with the occasional foray against the hapless bandits trying to disrupt the lyrium supply. They aren't the fights he yearns for, but he keeps his impatience largely to himself.
So, when one of his comrades comes to relieve him of his usual duties to act as an escort, he welcomes the change in pace, even if the other Warden's insistence on holding back certain details is a little infuriating. It's only when he approaches the gate, swords sheathed at his back, that he recognizes exactly who he'll be escorting.
She's changed a great deal since he last laid eyes on her, but she was a sight to behold back then, too. She definitely has the presence of a leader now, and the toll that her responsibilities that have taken on her is etched into her brow. But there's no mistaking her, nor is there any mistaking the magnificent mabari that she keeps at her side. He can't help but smile wistfully as he closes the distance, and inwardly, he wonders if she remembers him. ]
Warden-Commander. It's been a long time, hasn't it?
[ He gives a respectful salute befitting both the Commander of his order and the daughter of the family his own family has served for generations. He knew that the daughter of Teyrn Bryce Cousland was the Commander of the Grey, but he never imagined that he'd have the great fortune to see her in person. ]
( guarded.
she's a loyal, patient, long-suffering "girl you've got back home" kinda dame, the one you can take home to mother and will be by your side through thick and thin. also, she's from the 1940s. pretty much.
how'd she end up in a pickle? maybe she heard the wrong end of a conversation while working as a waitress, or she could have seen something she shouldn't on the street. there could be even deeper secrets if you want to plot! )
she's a loyal, patient, long-suffering "girl you've got back home" kinda dame, the one you can take home to mother and will be by your side through thick and thin. also, she's from the 1940s. pretty much.
how'd she end up in a pickle? maybe she heard the wrong end of a conversation while working as a waitress, or she could have seen something she shouldn't on the street. there could be even deeper secrets if you want to plot! )
[ Cousland's just in the laborious process of picking burrs from the collar of her fur-trimmed cloak when Sun Ce approaches, frowning slightly at the wear on the stitching holding the lining together. Shoddy workmanship might be the culprit, but then again just about any fabric under the sun would start to give a little under extreme conditions. So long as it's not quite falling apart, it can wait.
Dog promptly sits bolt upright, ears perked, and greets Sun with a booming, delighted BARK! that would make one's ears ring in close quarters. He remembers you! ]
Mm. It's been a while since I've escaped from Garevel's clutches, you mean. [ She mutters, not looking up from her task. ] I could swear that man deliberately tries to make my eyes cross with stress before midday.
[ The last stubborn burr gets flicked into the bushes as she pushes herself upright (pressing both palms into the small of her back with a hollow 'pop' of vertebra realigning), finally deigning to take a look at whatever unlucky fellow she's about to drag over hill and dale for the next week... and pauses.
My, doesn't he look familiar. Cousland gives him a cautious once-over from ponytail to boots, mentally substituting the Warden blue and silver for the Highever colours instead. You know, he looks an awful lot like a man she knew while growing up. What was his name again? ]
...Sun Ce?!
[ There we go.
Dog beats her to the reunion by leaping forwards to greet the other Warden, stub tail wagging his whole rear end, whilst Cousland herself looks a little pale.
Give her a moment. It's just a nasty shock to see someone you've thought dead for a year or two is alive and well. ]
Dog promptly sits bolt upright, ears perked, and greets Sun with a booming, delighted BARK! that would make one's ears ring in close quarters. He remembers you! ]
Mm. It's been a while since I've escaped from Garevel's clutches, you mean. [ She mutters, not looking up from her task. ] I could swear that man deliberately tries to make my eyes cross with stress before midday.
[ The last stubborn burr gets flicked into the bushes as she pushes herself upright (pressing both palms into the small of her back with a hollow 'pop' of vertebra realigning), finally deigning to take a look at whatever unlucky fellow she's about to drag over hill and dale for the next week... and pauses.
My, doesn't he look familiar. Cousland gives him a cautious once-over from ponytail to boots, mentally substituting the Warden blue and silver for the Highever colours instead. You know, he looks an awful lot like a man she knew while growing up. What was his name again? ]
...Sun Ce?!
[ There we go.
Dog beats her to the reunion by leaping forwards to greet the other Warden, stub tail wagging his whole rear end, whilst Cousland herself looks a little pale.
Give her a moment. It's just a nasty shock to see someone you've thought dead for a year or two is alive and well. ]
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