Private Character Introduction: Aria T'Loak

[biotic_boss]

There was an explosion. A shimmering blue ripple of biotic energy that washed over the lone bedroom, somewhere higher up in Skyhold castle as Aria woke up, loudly and angrily. She was on her feet at the foot of the small bed, fists glowing with her barrier glimmering around her. Within seconds, it became very apparent to her that this was not the Citadel. Or her private ship. Or even Omega.

Stark blue eyes shifted around the room, taking in the Asari's surroundings. Bed, chair, dresser drawers, small table, rug, stone floor, stone walls, stone ceiling, very tiny window--It was all so primitive. So foreign. So alien. Unlike any place she'd witnessed before.

Aria's immediate rage subsided some, but only to an icy simmer behind her eyes. She turned to the door and blasted it off it's hinges with a quick wave of her hand. If this was some sort of holding cell, it was a piss-poor one.

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[biotic_boss]

[directly continued from this post]

Aria stalked down the hallway of the strange place in a strange time that had a strange green wash over everything. Each step had a defining amount of purpose and authority, even in the unfamiliar atmosphere, as she searched for anyone (anything) to give her answers. She had it in her mind that she was going to thoroughly interrogate the first thing she came across. Even if said interrogation was done with her fists. Even if said thing was one of the Reapers' abominations.

Of course, as a Queen, she knew better than to jump directly to violence when the first unfortunate soul she came across was not, in fact, a Reaper abomination of any sort. So long as it showed some semblance of sentience, she didn't care, grabbing it firmly by the front of it's attire and lifting it of it's feet. Looking it dead in the eyes, her voice was demanding, but smooth.

"Where. Am. I."

[ooc|| Please! Feel free to insert your character into her clutches!]

RP: Open

[itsinmyblood]

She was doing it. Ashley took a deep breath and watched the world beyond the hatch of the Normandy and braced herself. This was the day that she would venture out and try to find out where they were. Maybe if she was able to find someone who was from this place, she could finally get her questions answered. Not to mention they needed supplies for Shep.

So with her pistol at her hip, she walked down and out, slowly making her way toward the structure directly in front of her.

Locked to Anders

[heromiyuu]

Anders, would you be kind and help me with something?
It's regarding the Cure, I need your healer insight.

( Inquisitor Lavellan )

RP: Meredith

[nightingale_fadewalk]

The burnt scent filled the air from the rotunda to the rookery; only one more left from their fights against the Envy Demon, as Leliana had read on the journal. But despite the smell, the rookery was just the way it should be, her private altar untouched; in the past, the woman would see it as a sign of a greater force in action. Now, seemed like pure luck.

The appearance of Knight-Commander Meredith was unsettling.
Long before the Chantry explosion, in Kirkwall, doubts about her reasoning were being raised. If she was there in possession of her Red Lyrium sword, then something should be done to avoid further problems and bloodshed.

Leliana kneeled in front of the small altar, head lowered. She joined her hands together in a prayer, lips muttering the familiar verses of the Chant of Light and her mind darted here and there, thinking of a solution.

Blessed are they who stand before
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow.
In their blood the Maker's will is written.

RP: Anders

[heromiyuu]

Neria was pacing in front of a table full of open books, parchments, journals and notes. The farther wall from the door was covered with written rituals, most of them Ancient Elven, along with more of her notes, drawings of runes and magical circles. She was completely and utterly absorbed by her own thoughts.