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entrancelogs2015-10-06 01:46 pm
bloodmagics) wrote in entrancelogs2015-10-06 01:46 pm
a storm is brewing in the air tonight
Who: Garrett Hawke & Inquisitor Trevelyan, / later you
Where: The outside entrance to the tunnels / the kitchen, bar and anywhere possible
When: October 5th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: Hawke arrives in Wonderland, fresh off an expedition
The Story:
» INQUISITOR TREVELYAN » Outside
[He isn't sure when it happened; when the oddly-lit halls of the Deep Roads gave way to the rough caverns he's seeing now. Too caught up in the push to get home, to tell his mother about what had happened to Carver, to survive to pay attention to something like that. But now, as the silence that should be filled with the sounds of Varric spinning a tale to keep them awake as exhaustion fills their bones makes itself apparent, he begins to worry. It's possible he wandered off the beaten path, but someone would have noticed and stopped him. It's enough to have him grabbing his staff off his back, ready for battle in case Darkspawn - or worse - come out of the darkness as he tries to find his way back to the Deep Roads. He calls out into the darkness, creating a small flame in the palm of his hand to light the way.
His voice echoes and nothing answers, putting him further on the defensive. It isn't possible that they just disappeared, it can't be. He calls out again, voice echoing once more. It's sheer luck that he manages to find an exit in the darkness, the flame in his hand doing very little to actually show him where he's going. Unsure of what he'll find on the other side, he exits the caverns without looking back... only to be blinded by the sudden intensity of daylight, narrowly avoiding setting his face on fire as he hurries to cover his eyes. When his eyes adjust to the light, he spins around, trying to figure out where he is. It's certainly not the entrance to the Deep Roads they were looking for, and it's definitely nowhere near Kirkwall, it's too colourful for that.]
Oh, Maker's balls, I'm in the Fade, aren't I? [It's muttered to nobody in particular. Because that's clearly what this is, the colours? The fact it looks like nowhere he's ever seen before? It's definitely not the Free Marches, so the most logical assumption is that he'd passed out and now he's dreaming before he dies.]
» EVERYBODY ELSE » Anywhere
[After an incredibly confusing but still somehow illuminating conversation with the "Inquisitor," whatever that is, and a trip to the closest closet to test it out, Hawke is the owner of a brand new mabari hound. After it actually works, he has to resist the urge to get a dozen of them. With that done, he decides to spend some time exploring what is apparently his new home. He isn't quite sure he believes that just yet, but the magic closets had proven to be real, so hm.
The mabari trails behind him as he starts with the kitchen, stomach making noises because he'd been down in the Deep Roads for who knows how long with very little food. He might be prepared for magic closets and giant mansions that don't look anything like he's seen before, but a modern kitchen? Okay nevermind what Brennan said, this is clearly the Fade. So he might be a little delirious from dehydration... Despite any trepidation, he downs several glasses of water in quick succession, before taking the time to poke through several of the cabinets. With his curiosity somewhat sated, he manages to fix himself several sandwiches, seating himself on the counter as he shovels them down.
After that, he wanders back outside, mabari following as he feeds it a few scraps, to get a better look at the grounds he'd ignored when he stumbled out of the tunnels. He lingers by the Jolly Roger of all things, thoughts turning to Isabela and what she'd do if she was here. He passes through the vendors, eventually returning to the mansion.
He takes a while to actually claim a room on the second floor. At first, it looks like the hovel in Lowtown he calls home in Kirkwall, but once he gets the hang of it, it ends up looking like something fit for a Kirkwall noble.
When that's done, he finds the bar, because of course he does. The mabari's left in his room now, along with his staff and the more bulky pieces of armour, as he settles onto a stool. He finally has a chance to relax, though, his shoulders are still stiff with dread as he tries not to think about everything he's unable to deal with back home. The streak of blood that's definitely not his across his face likely stands out more than anything else, as he sips at a beer.]
((OOC: Hawke can be found just about anywhere in Wonderland on his first day, so if none of these work, toss something at me and I'll run with it! Prose or action is fine, do whatever you want and I'll match.))
Where: The outside entrance to the tunnels / the kitchen, bar and anywhere possible
When: October 5th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: Hawke arrives in Wonderland, fresh off an expedition
The Story:
» INQUISITOR TREVELYAN » Outside
[He isn't sure when it happened; when the oddly-lit halls of the Deep Roads gave way to the rough caverns he's seeing now. Too caught up in the push to get home, to tell his mother about what had happened to Carver, to survive to pay attention to something like that. But now, as the silence that should be filled with the sounds of Varric spinning a tale to keep them awake as exhaustion fills their bones makes itself apparent, he begins to worry. It's possible he wandered off the beaten path, but someone would have noticed and stopped him. It's enough to have him grabbing his staff off his back, ready for battle in case Darkspawn - or worse - come out of the darkness as he tries to find his way back to the Deep Roads. He calls out into the darkness, creating a small flame in the palm of his hand to light the way.
His voice echoes and nothing answers, putting him further on the defensive. It isn't possible that they just disappeared, it can't be. He calls out again, voice echoing once more. It's sheer luck that he manages to find an exit in the darkness, the flame in his hand doing very little to actually show him where he's going. Unsure of what he'll find on the other side, he exits the caverns without looking back... only to be blinded by the sudden intensity of daylight, narrowly avoiding setting his face on fire as he hurries to cover his eyes. When his eyes adjust to the light, he spins around, trying to figure out where he is. It's certainly not the entrance to the Deep Roads they were looking for, and it's definitely nowhere near Kirkwall, it's too colourful for that.]
Oh, Maker's balls, I'm in the Fade, aren't I? [It's muttered to nobody in particular. Because that's clearly what this is, the colours? The fact it looks like nowhere he's ever seen before? It's definitely not the Free Marches, so the most logical assumption is that he'd passed out and now he's dreaming before he dies.]
» EVERYBODY ELSE » Anywhere
[After an incredibly confusing but still somehow illuminating conversation with the "Inquisitor," whatever that is, and a trip to the closest closet to test it out, Hawke is the owner of a brand new mabari hound. After it actually works, he has to resist the urge to get a dozen of them. With that done, he decides to spend some time exploring what is apparently his new home. He isn't quite sure he believes that just yet, but the magic closets had proven to be real, so hm.
The mabari trails behind him as he starts with the kitchen, stomach making noises because he'd been down in the Deep Roads for who knows how long with very little food. He might be prepared for magic closets and giant mansions that don't look anything like he's seen before, but a modern kitchen? Okay nevermind what Brennan said, this is clearly the Fade. So he might be a little delirious from dehydration... Despite any trepidation, he downs several glasses of water in quick succession, before taking the time to poke through several of the cabinets. With his curiosity somewhat sated, he manages to fix himself several sandwiches, seating himself on the counter as he shovels them down.
After that, he wanders back outside, mabari following as he feeds it a few scraps, to get a better look at the grounds he'd ignored when he stumbled out of the tunnels. He lingers by the Jolly Roger of all things, thoughts turning to Isabela and what she'd do if she was here. He passes through the vendors, eventually returning to the mansion.
He takes a while to actually claim a room on the second floor. At first, it looks like the hovel in Lowtown he calls home in Kirkwall, but once he gets the hang of it, it ends up looking like something fit for a Kirkwall noble.
When that's done, he finds the bar, because of course he does. The mabari's left in his room now, along with his staff and the more bulky pieces of armour, as he settles onto a stool. He finally has a chance to relax, though, his shoulders are still stiff with dread as he tries not to think about everything he's unable to deal with back home. The streak of blood that's definitely not his across his face likely stands out more than anything else, as he sips at a beer.]
((OOC: Hawke can be found just about anywhere in Wonderland on his first day, so if none of these work, toss something at me and I'll run with it! Prose or action is fine, do whatever you want and I'll match.))
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[More like friends encourage friends to go into the Deep Roads to make mad dosh. But hold up, what's this about the Champion of Kirkwall?]
Not that I know of? I've been living in Kirkwall since we escaped Lothering, [He scratches at his chin, since he's pretty sure he'd remember someone with the Hawke name being named Champion of Kirkwall, or... anybody being named Champion of Kirkwall, actually.] but it doesn't sound familiar.
[He does, at least, have the decency to look somewhat sheepish on being called out on the mabari's name.]
I've never been good at naming things! Although considering my brother named our last Mabari 'Dog' as well, I think it runs in the family. [Nope ignoring the tension bringing up Carver causes nope nope nope not thinking about it.] I'm open to suggestion.
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[ OR DOES SHE. Robyn wrinkles her nose and smiles, but there's a hesitance to it that suggests she may still, in fact, believe him. Even if it's absurd. ]
Oh - You came from Lothering? [ Not a great place! Not recently, anyway. Had the Inquisitor told her that the Champion was from Lothering? ] My mistake. I suppose there could be another Hawke.
[ At the mention of the dog (or, 'Dog'), Robyn's smile softens and she crouches, whistling softly to see if it'll get Dog's attention. Oren seems mildly jealous but doesn't move, though his body shakes a with with the effort of trying to be good and not try and lick her face. ]
Poor thing! Well, I'd ask after his personality, but as you've just found him...
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[Fucking BONE PIT. But he owns part of it now so... worth it?
He nods in response to her question.]
We barely managed to escape the Blight, shortly after the Warden passed through. [A beat.] Though, I guess that would've been you? [It's strange to think about, actually. They'd known the Warden was in town - albeit briefly - but the pressing issue of the approaching horde had taken precedence.] Everything I heard about the Warden was about a man, though.
[He frowns for a moment, before he gets distracted by the subject of mabaris. Dog, (un?)fortunately isn't as well behaved as Oren, and rockets down the hall almost immediately for attention.]
Well, if you'd like, we could move this conversation outside? I'm sure they could use the exercise.
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She knows what that's like. ]
We weren't there long. Two of my companions joined us there- [ And then it was overrun. Her heart clenches guility. ] I'm sorry.
[ And she straightens just before Dog can careen into her and knock her over. ]
Well, I can hardly refute what you've heard when a friend come to Wonderland claimed the Warden-that I-was Dalish. [ Her smile is fleeting, sad. It isn't easy to come to a place like this alone and then the people who could know you mistake you for someone completely different. ] But I am Warden Cousland, though I cannot claim anything heroic.
[ Not yet. ]
Outside would be nice. [ She hates the stuffy halls of the mansion, anyway. Oren tentatively gets to his feet, sniffing at Dog, circling and peering at Hawke as they begin to move. ]
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Thank you, [It's said softly, perhaps soft enough she won't hear it over the distance and noise of the mabari.] What happened happened, there's no use being angry about it at anybody other than the Darkspawn.
[They were lucky enough she - or a Warden, at least - managed to stop the Blight, after Ostagar.]
Dalish, really? How strange, maybe there's more to this Wonderland than I thought. [It's one thing if stories of the Warden are twisted to simply mistake the gender of the Warden, but a friend claiming they were another race entirely? It's unusual, to say the least.]Well, Warden Cousland, if you can be a man for one person and Dalish for another, maybe I am this Champion of Kirkwall for someone, but not for myself.
[Later, he'll probably have a quiet meltdown about what all of this means and the fact he's in a completely new universe with no way of contacting home.
He keeps an eye on the mabari as they move, having been unsure about how Dog would react to Oren, but thankfully, there's no trouble. When he sees Oren peering him, he offers a hand for the dog to inspect. Please like me he thinks, because there's nothing worse than being disliked by a dog.]
Have you been here long?
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[ Man, woman, human, Dalish. Past, present, future. ]
You may be. I heard her name as Marian, but... as I've said, there are strange changes between all our memories.
[ And with the Inquisitor being from their future, it makes things all the more complicated.
Oren perks up, then leans carefully forward to thoroughly inspect the proffered hand. After a while, he offers his tongue in return, lapping at Hawke's fingers for a moment before bolting off to play with Dog. ]
There, now, that wasn't so bad. [ She laughs lightly, brushing over the smooth coat of her own mabari as he whizzes by. ] He's easily pleased, anyway, but seems to like you.
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[If only to avoid further confusion.
A grin spreads across his face when Oren responds positively to him. At least, if nothing else, dogs still like him.]
At least Wonderland was kind enough to grant us these mabari, if nothing else. [He sighs, glancing at Robyn out of the corner of his eye.] How do you get used to it? Being here, I mean.
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[ Hopefully not argued, though. Though she has no problem with the Champion having thought her a man (because she isn't, obviously), there might be more troubling stories that come to light. ]
I've heard you can get anything from the cupboards. [ At the question, the Warden hums thoughtfully, brows twitching. ] I'm not sure I've "gotten used to it," to be honest. It's... This place has a lot of technology that we don't have in Thedas. The language, the dress; it's all different. Very different.
[ To begin. And that isn't even mentioning the disasters that are the so-called "events." ]
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[At least, if they have a list of the differences, they can (hopefully) ease the transition if anybody else from Thedas shows up.
Hawke listens carefully, a small frown tugging at his lips.]
I'd be a little more worried about these cupboards, but anything that provides mabari can't be all bad. [He's not even kidding.] Well, if nothing else, it provides an interesting opportunity to expand our horizons.
[Except he in no way sounds like he believes that.]
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[ Tevinter, the Magisterium, the eternal boogeymen of Thedas. ]
I think ale might only confuse it more. [ She says lightly, but with a smile. ] As for the cupboards... they could work in both ways, I'd wager: good and bad. It only depends what you ask of them, though with everyone in the mansion having access...
[ Well. It might be trouble for the lot of them down the line. ]
Are you at all hungry? [ Robyn asks, tilting her head just slightly in assessment. ] The kitchen works in a way like the closets; you can just ask for whatever you fancy and they have it.