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entrancelogs2016-04-05 07:12 pm
cabalistically) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-05 07:12 pm
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Who: Carver and Solas
Where: The bar
When: April 5
Rating: PG 13?
Summary: Solas is having a mildly traumatic week. Carver is testing a theory.
The Story:
[ Solas is not pleased to be here. That hasn’t changed since his arrival, though he’s put on a relatively pleasant face and has tried not to be too caustic to the people he’s spoken with. There are things of interest here, after all. Unfamiliar magic that he is admittedly curious to learn. Strange artifacts he's never seen. And all of this talk of the Core has made him want to get his hands on it, though whether to destroy it or learn its secrets he has yet to decide.
But there are irritations in abundance as well. The sheer number of humans. The fact that he’s been abducted from Thedas just as he was getting ready to implement his plans. The blasé attitude about their imprisonment most captives seem to exhibit. The threat of alteration to his memories. And the mirrors.
The mirrors, and in particular his reflection, are why he’s here in the bar today.
He cannot touch the Fade here. Intoxication and stimulants cannot affect his ability to access it. Now more than ever, he’s free to indulge as he had once indulged long, long ago. Procuring a glass of red wine—knowing it will be inferior to the vintages available in Arlathan but having little other option—he seats himself at the far end of the room and sets to working himself into a truly disgruntled fit of brooding. ]
Where: The bar
When: April 5
Rating: PG 13?
Summary: Solas is having a mildly traumatic week. Carver is testing a theory.
The Story:
[ Solas is not pleased to be here. That hasn’t changed since his arrival, though he’s put on a relatively pleasant face and has tried not to be too caustic to the people he’s spoken with. There are things of interest here, after all. Unfamiliar magic that he is admittedly curious to learn. Strange artifacts he's never seen. And all of this talk of the Core has made him want to get his hands on it, though whether to destroy it or learn its secrets he has yet to decide.
But there are irritations in abundance as well. The sheer number of humans. The fact that he’s been abducted from Thedas just as he was getting ready to implement his plans. The blasé attitude about their imprisonment most captives seem to exhibit. The threat of alteration to his memories. And the mirrors.
The mirrors, and in particular his reflection, are why he’s here in the bar today.
He cannot touch the Fade here. Intoxication and stimulants cannot affect his ability to access it. Now more than ever, he’s free to indulge as he had once indulged long, long ago. Procuring a glass of red wine—knowing it will be inferior to the vintages available in Arlathan but having little other option—he seats himself at the far end of the room and sets to working himself into a truly disgruntled fit of brooding. ]