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ALSO, AS PROMPTS FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION, and in the spirit of Halloween: August's GHOST TRICK event!

O-Bon festival: The streets are lined with NPC-run stalls for food, games, and the assorted tchotchkes of every summer festival you’ve ever seen in your animes! There’s Goldeen Scoop, heaping cones of Swirlix Candy, Test Your STRENGTH (there are two different machines for people and Pokémon; HM04 not required); basically, if you can think of it, it’s there. There will also be a yukata rental stall if you want to go full hog on the cultural side of things. Ecruteak boasts a small stage where the Kimono Girls give a short performance once every two hours; the festivities in Lavender Town are a little quieter, but they also have Haunter-shaped ice cream treats. When you lick them, they Lick you!

On the last evening of the festival in either location, there will be a large bonfire and traditional bon-odori dance in which everyone is welcome to participate. In Lavender Town only, they also set paper lamps afloat in the water past the cliffs.

Who you gonna call?: Remember “The Ghost of Maiden’s Peak”? Well, some of the local Gastly, Duskull, and Yamask seem to have gotten it into their heads that this kind of tomfoolery is somehow good medicine. If your trainer had someone in their life, someone now dead, that they have unresolved business with, these ghosties may take it upon themselves to play a little dress-up and follow your trainer around in the guise of said dead person until the issue is resolved. It’s their way of saying thank you for all the spiritual appeasement of the festival.

These ghosts won’t speak; Pokémon don’t talk, after all. So yes, your trainer is going to be followed around by some silent echo of their past who will not leave them alone.

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No, they aren't but... [If red lyrium was a problem, then could she truly trust Varric to keep his nose out of it? Demons might have avoided him, but she couldn't say the same of the dwarf when it came to that particular intrigue.]

I suppose it doesn't matter. I trust your judgement. [She wasn't sure why. She still had no idea if she truly could trust the man. But as she had concluded earlier, there wasn't much damage he could do to her here.]

[At the very least, she could allow herself some small amount of amusement. She snorted at the idea of Cullen (the Cullen she remembered, she hoped) naked. She couldn't say she was surprised that Varric was involved. Maker only knew the sort of messes Varric had gotten her into.]

So. The world is falling apart and Varric can still strip a man down? Some things never change, do they?

Thank you- [He pauses a tick, unsure of it himself, but adds after the slightest hesitation.] Champion. I can't say I will be of too much use to you here, but the Chargers were paid for back home, can't say I wouldn't feel a little bad if I skimped on my duties here either.

[Even if it was the inquisition that paid for their services, he can offer them to the...champion of Kirkwall. As strange as two of them existing may be.

He can smile at the idea of Varric never changing though, He's not as close to the Inquisitors companions as The Iron Bull is, but he hears things, keeps his eyes open. He knows that the whole business has effected everyone, it's impossible not to feel the pressure of it. He's glad that Varric can still find small joys.] He's writing a new book I hear. Swords and shields maybe. Cassandra's been after his manuscripts, though I can't imagine they're more than smutty drivel. How he even manages to pen anything right now is a mystery to me, but perhaps that's his escape.

Personally I'd rather just hit things.

[Admittedly, her eyes glazed over once more as Krem continued on about things she couldn't quite understand. Who Cassandra was, she'd never know. The books she did recognize, but she made a point of giving them a wide berth. Given Varric's propensity for writing outrageous things about her, Hawke wasn't going to get anywhere near his work.]

[Still, it was good to know he was still keeping on, even if the world seemed to be ending.]

Spinning tall tales always was his favorite way to spend the evening. [Even though Hawke sounded bitter, she was still smiling.] I'm with you, however. Hitting things is much more pleasant.

He spun a good one for the seekers when they were looking for Garr- You. [He slips up, but it's hard. Perhaps he should just use Hawke. It's easier that way.] Cassandra wanted to kill him when Hawke did show. He said he had no way of contacting you.

[That had been kind of funny to hear, them yelling at each other from below.] He's a good friend if he's willing to lie to the seekers.

[To her credit, Hawke was getting at least slightly better about not reacting to that odd name. It was weird to think that there was another version of her running around in a world she didn't recognize.]

[Fucking magic.]

He is a great friend. He pulled me from nothing and stood by me when I was something. Of all my friends [And that included Anders] he is the only one who hasn't hurt me.

[That got him to sober a little bit.] Those are hard to come by.

Usually when they do it's like a casual hello, a selfless act and then they're there forever. I wouldn't ever let go of that. I hope he doesn't have to either.

From all I've heard of you, perhaps he can say the same about you.

Don't be silly, man. [Her laugh felt only slightly forced.] Of course he feels the same about me.

[If only he was there. It might have been easier to work through everything if she could hear his snarky voice telling her all about the messes she found herself in. If it wasn't for blondie, you'd be sitting pretty on the Kirkwall throne, Hawke, he'd probably say. She would laugh, buy him another pint, and secretly mull over his advice.]

[She felt a little selfish, thinking about how much she needed Varric, when it was more than likely that he needed her. Perhaps not this Varric, the one who apparently had a Garrett Hawke to tend to him. But what of hers? Was he warring with his own battles against the red lyrium?]

[Grateful as she had felt for the distractions, even for the moments of clarity, she still found herself worrying over the people she had left.]

That all does sound like Varric, though. Perhaps not the selfless part but... what's the difference between a crossbow bolt and a hello, really?

[He laughs to, if only thinking about his own 'hello'.]

My hello was a sword stopped short by another man's face. They're good for you, right? Keeps you grounded. Guess in a place like this all you've got is the memories of them.

Maybe that's good enough. Sure hope so.

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