BioQuest: Strategize

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She had nothing to say to Sullivan… He made a good point. They’d draw attention to themselves if Ryan saw them here and what they needed was obscurity. Turning on her heel, she started up the staircase and Booker trailed her a few paces back.

It was eerily silent for a moment, just her heels clicking and Booker’s soft footsteps behind her.  The music was gone. And then she heard him, Cohen’s shouting carrying wordlessly after them. She could barely hear Sullivan at all, though she knew he was trying to reign in the artist and his muse speeches.

“Artists,” Booker barbed, and she could picture his scowl without even turning. She stopped, the Bathysphere resting there. They would need to leave before Ryan called it back to bring him to Fort Frolic… “Elizabeth? What is it?”

“I made a deal too,” she explained, fists balled at her sides. Looking to Booker, she set her gaze on his and prepared for his rejection. “And we’re all going to pay if I don’t keep my end of it.”

“That’s not the same, Elizabeth,” he argued and she walked past him and back down the stairs. “Elizabeth!”

“Booker, he is an influential man.” She stopped again, fixing her hair to ease her nerves. “Ryan won’t risk the shame of displacing him. He’ll remain powerful and if I leave now, he’ll have a grudge against me. Against us.”

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He put his hand on her shoulder, firm but not nearly as pushy as his usual. “He’s just a loony artist. C’mon, Elizabeth.”

“No, he’s the artist of Rapture, a city of ideas. We could use the protection and information in his network.” She rested her hand on his, an involuntary smile coming to her face.

His grip and his expression softened, although the furrow in his brow showed he didn’t like either. “You fight, Booker; I strategize. I don’t want to do this, but the alternative…”

He heaved a sigh. Part of her was proud: he trusted her and understood. The rest of her could only wish it wasn’t this way. How quickly she’d been swept up into yet another mess when they could least afford it. “Just… Be careful, Elizabeth. I’m right behind you.”

“I know.” Slipping from under his hand, she finished going back down the stairs to the artist, shouting and flailing wildly at Sullivan.

“…the music, you don’t understand, my muse needs her to sing and she promised me, she promised—”

“Mr. Cohen,” she addressed him and the two men turned.

“Sonuva…” Sullivan mumbled, shaking his head.

But Cohen brightened, splaying his arms out in a grand gesture. “Little songbird! I knew, I knew you were called by the music!”

He stepped forward, grabbing Elizabeth’s hands and letting the radio she was holding fall to the floor. “And what’s this? You brought me a real biscuit,” he murmured, eyeing Booker beyond her.

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BioQuest: Acting Up

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She glanced to Sullivan as she descended the staircase… There was nothing in the notes from Fink about this man either. It was clear that Elizabeth would need to conduct more research on this place and soon.

“Booker, are you alright?” Instead of taking his hand, she gestured to the bandages on his arm. “What’s happened to you?”

“Oh, that. Splicers,” he dismissed, lowering his arm and looking her dead in the eye. In return, she folded her arms and quirked a brow. There’s a reason that Booker had incurred so much debt in gambling…

He was his own bizarre kind of honest that didn’t lend itself to an unreadable expression. Even if it was true, that whatever splicers were did attack him, it wasn’t the full truth.

“Come on, just–” He heaved a sigh. “We’ve got to go, okay?”

Sullivan interrupted, barking. “Get going, you two!” He pointed sharply to the Bathysphere at the top of the stairs. “It’s best if you ain’t here when Ryan and Cohen have their little talk.”

“And Booker? Watch those headaches, will ya? You’re a good shot ’til that acts up.”

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Custom Cosplay Challenge Entry

This challenge is a brought to you by the Dragon Age Amino!

The goal was to create a Dragon Age themed cosplay based on something in the games. Whether it was a concept or an OC or a canon character, there were a lot options!

Naturally, I chose lyrium because why go with a person when you can personify one of the most intriguing items in the game.  (Read up on lyrium here if you wish.)

Now on to the entry itself! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.

All edits by the mighty Sigma.

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You have a choice.

Lyrium is the emerald water of the Fade from whence the Maker created our world in his mercy and wisdom.

Much like magic, lyrium must be used to serve man. It is highly dangerous and volatile, yet still it can be found beyond the Chantry’s guidance.

Children, resist the temptation of lyrium and walk with the Maker! Prolonged lyrium use away from the word of the Maker leads to memory loss, paranoia, disfigurement, inability to tell dreaming from waking, an unending thirst, and worse.

Lyrium flows through the Veil to the waking world because it is the will of the Maker. It is sacrilegious to deny his will through the use of lyrium outside of the Chantry. These symptoms are a punishment for that trespass.

The power of lyrium only serves man in the hands of the Templars. Do the will of the Maker as a Templar, and you will be granted lyrium to develop your abilities as a champion of the just.

Through your devoted training and dedication to the Maker, only you can contain the threat of lyrium and magic abuse.

Join the Templar Order today.


Ah, Chantry propaganda… Mostly lies with a promise at the end. Oddly, this was fun!

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a) Which character have you cosplayed as?

Lyrium personified! With an apostate-esque motif. Come on, you know she’d be an apostate.

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b) Why have you cosplayed as this character? (i.e. What compels you to this character? Do you know a substantial amount about them? Is there any connection that you can make to them?)

Well, I think lyrium is pretty to look at and unnerving, two of my favorite traits. I’m romancing Zevran, Fenris, and Anders for a reason here.

But the many facets of lyrium fascinate me from being an ore, potion, black market drug, and the only usable item found in reality and the Fade.

As a person, I imagine she’s a complete wild card. Powerful but fickle, playful with a touch of malice, a little come hither thrown in, and reliable only in that she’s never far even if you can’t see her. She carries a definite sense of thrill and danger all at once– that’s lyrium as a person.

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c) In the future, would you do anything different with this cosplay? Anything you would change? Keep the same? Are you satisfied with the final results?

If I did this again, I’d probably get black temporary tattoos to represent some the black/dark blue undertones you see in raw lyrium. Maybe try some galaxy-esque makeup too!

I would definitely keep the top the same, since I really like the black lace with the deep blue-teal top. I’d probably change the skirt to something a bit more fringey and wild, but still try to retain some elegance to it.

But I am very satisfied with how it all came out and I had a lot of fun throwing this together!

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BioQuest: Trust Me

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The crossbow sat with her in the Bathysphere, an ornamental security blanket for all she could do with it… But it was hardly a loss. He thought she was meek and she knew his type. All Elizabeth had to do was play her cards right.

“You honor me, Mr. Cohen. I would gladly sing for you.”

Her tone was lost in his elated chuckling while the lights of Fort Frolic filled the sphere and it settled into place. The sound of rushing water surrounded her as it was forced away from the seal. Whoever engineered this place was certainly ahead of their time… But there would be time to marvel at it later.

This man has the ability to remotely access the transportation in Rapture, and he stood a good chance of knowing who had Booker.

Or if not, knowing someone who did. She stood as music played and the door opened to a broad, sweeping staircase.

“Yes, yes! I knew, simply knew, you would be perfect! Take the radio, little songbird,” he half sang to her. Without a second thought, she stood and ignored her crossbow for the radio. It was heavier than it seemed at first… But manageable.

More lights snapped on ahead of her and she took her first steps out from the Bathysphere. She could barely hear the man around the orchestral music swelling to fill the ocean around them.

“Open yourself to the music, taste it, no, nono, no, let it live through you! Be the conduit—”

Her breath caught for a moment; she saw two men at the bottom of the stairs and one she knew at any distance. “Booker!”

“You ready to trust me now, Sullivan? That lunatic has turned on your boss,” he explained, turning to the stout, weathered man at his side.

“Damn. Lunatic or not, he’s one o’ Ryan’s. You gotta keep your mouth shut if you want me to keep my end of the deal.”

She could hear Cohen cursing on radio, but he was even less audible to her now. Or was his voice actually moving away from the radio on his end…?

Sullivan thumbed at her, keeping his gaze locked on Booker. “Get your girl and get gone.”

Booker nodded, finally facing her. He bore a few bandages she didn’t remember. Two on his leg and one on the arm opposite from the one Tenenbaum shot… But he was here and offering his hand to her. “Elizabeth?”

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