RP: Open

[fereldans_king]

Something was wrong with the air.

Alistair had never finished his Templar training but the ever-present awareness of magic energies wasn't something you could simply douse or put away. Cousland had insisted he continue to practice his skills, had even asked to learn some of the simpler tricks, and as always, Alistair found himself thanking the man for his foresight.

The air here had a metallic taste, a pungent tang and a heavy weight to it, as if a thunderstorm was about to break. It had been that way for almost an hour, ever since Alistair had awoken in a bed not his own, in a small room over looking a garden courtyard. The tall stone walls of the castle were not familiar....and neither was the roiling, ugly sky or the seemingly floating chunks of mountain he could see in the distance.

It reminded him of nothing but the Fade - the awful experience in the Kinloch Hold with the Sloth demon. But Alistair was very much awake...as a stubbed toe and loud swearing had proven. Whatever had apparently happened while he had been asleep, it was nothing good.

"...I'm not going to get that paperwork done any time soon, am I?" Alistair sighed, and leaned against the railing wall, staring mournfully down into the garden.

"Maker's balls."

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[serafadewalk]

Sera wasn't any easier about it, obviously, head swiveling to try to keep Leliana in the corner of her eyes. Maker, the Nightingale could be bloody creepy. "Right, yeah, nobody can figure that part out yet. Says there's different worlds, or something. But lots of people are mostly the same. Some aren't even there." She took a half-step back, chucked her chin at Alistair. "We've got another one of you. But he's younger. We've got a Dorian who's bloody old. It's stupid, the whole pissing place, is just stupid."

[nightingale_fadewalk]

"I'm sorry, I was a little carried away." she smiled "I wish I could meet this another Hero of Ferelden, tell Cousland of her. He'd be amused."

And with a delicate gesture, she took her journal from Alistair's hand, shuffling through the pages until she found something. "It says here you were hunting an Envy Demon. Has it been killed or should we be on our guard?"

[fereldans_king]

"Yes, I saw mention of the other me. He sounds..." Alistair trailed off. Talking about himself felt strange and incredibly circular.

"Wouldn't be the Fade without bloody demons," Alistair muttered. He paused, and then look over at Sera. "...I think you said 'big demony smear' earlier. Either it's dead, or some Orlesian has come up with a new kind of disgusting appetizer. No offense meant, Leliana."

[serafadewalk]

"Yeah, Envy demon, Evelea Trevelyan's evil demon twin. It got all melty after the first time we fought it. It's all squashed now." Sera peered at Alistair for a moment. She wasn't used to big important types being able to understand much of what she said, they never cared to listen hard enough. "Anyway, that's the only thing we seen to fight so far, and that's creepy in itself, innit? Fade without demons? Bloody daft."

She sighed, scritched her nose again. "I just wanted to let you now, s'mostly safe. Take a bed, write Cullen a letter if you've a mind. There's more than one of him, too, but the other one hasn't come out of his tower much. Herald's around, she's after the Eluvian, that Widdle fixed. Dagna, right?"

"Okay, I should..." She hooked a thumb toward the door, shifting a little. "I've got... things." She hadn't any things, but she was also getting twitchy standing in one spot where she wasn't hiding for so long. She should make her rounds on the roofs, make sure none of the weirdos from the big metal bird ship were up to anything.

[nightingale_fadewalk]

"No offense taken." she glanced at Alistair and then at Sera, surprised with how her speech and gestures could be an exact match to 'her' Sera. "My, two Cullens too? Well, our problems certainly won't be lack of former templars."

Leliana nodded at the girl's 'things' with a soft smile.

"Please, don't let us hold you. After all, we can speak through the journal if needed, right?" she held the leather covered book with, perhaps, too much enthusiasm in her eyes.

[fereldans_king]

Alistair grinned slightly. "A surplus of former templars. That's not something you hear very often." He noticed Sera's awkward shuffle - Maker knows he's done it enough himself - and nods to her. "We wouldn't want to keep you from things. Things are often important, after all."

"...Though I should probably also go find the journal that was left for me..." Alistair suddenly look uncomfortable and concerned."Umm...Sera, was it? You wouldn't happen to know who left the journals lying around, would you?"

[serafadewalk]

Sera paused in the doorway, halfway slipped out when Alistair said her name. "Oh. No. First I was sure they were like demon books, and we'd all get our souls sucked out our eyes from reading them. But... none of the magey types have found anything weird beyond the fact they're magic, but nobody knows who made them or why we got all got them." She shrugged, standing a little off balance as she leaned further out the door. "So, you all, good luck, yeah? Um, I'll be around and... bye."

She waved, an awkward little twiddle of her hand, and then she took two long steps backwards before spinning on her heels and melting into the shadows of the long hallway.

(OOC: Thanks so much for letting me join the scene for a bit! So much fun. :) Sera's out and I"m off to bed.)

[nightingale_fadewalk]

"If there is magic capable of doing this, I certainly need to talk to the Inquisitor later. Could come in handy." and tucked her journal back to a pocket, writing a quick note to Cullen and leaving it over the table.

"Should we look for yours now?"

[fereldans_king]

Alistair was always amazed at how stealthy the roguish types could be. One moment here, the next gone - nothing but wind and shadow. He shook his head in amazement, before answering Leliana. "You and that Sera seem to think they're important, so sure. Why not? Magical artifacts for everyone!"

Alistair set off, around the war table and out the bug double doors. He called back, "It's likely under the bed I woke up in."

(((OOC: and bed time for me as well. This seems like a good place to leave it, actually. Pick back up in another thread, after Alistair has found his journal and poked at it a bit.))

[nightingale_fadewalk]

(ooc: That is fine for me ^^ gotta go sleep as well, I got too carried away and now I must make the best of my 5 hours of sleep, lmao xD)