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River shrugs, a little helplessly, because she can't explain it either (and it bothers her, more than she's willing to admit even to him, to feel so out of her depth at comprehending something).
"It's magic. Not like stories, but real. And this isn't a planet... order of chelonii or testudines."
She twined her hand in his, tugging him back toward the market stalls. "We'll find it."
Simon let himself be tugged along, and as they walked, he shook his head.
"I'm not sure I'm ready to swallow the existence of magic just yet," he admitted. "Even after everything I've seen so far... magic is a bit much. I still do not quite understand what I am doing here- what any of us are doing here."
She glanced around them, orienting on her current location, and then picked a direction, indicating it to Simon as well with a wave of her hand. "We're closer to the Hotel right now, so I'll show you there first. The proprietor is a good man."
A brief pause, then, returning to the matter she'd dismissed earlier. Simon and doctor hadn't been quite enough, but combined with a world where space travel was commonplace, and magic was not... "And, in any case, there's something else there that you may be interested in. Do you have a younger sister?"
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Wildcard - Ambushed!
[He's been in the city for a couple of days now, long enough at least to get over the initial fog of confusion and fear. Confusion for obvious reason, and fear because one doesn't necessarily see seven foot tall spiked people in Thedas every day. Usually when one sees someone like that, it's because they're staring at a demon--and those sorts of people are all over the place in the city. All shapes and sizes. For a whole city to be infested....
But he's been to the Welcome Center, and he has, more or less, come to grips with the idea that he's not standing in the center of a city full of demons. Which leaves him only to worry over the fact that he's not back at Skyhold, attending his duties. And even if this nonsense about not losing time back in Thedas proves true... what is he supposed to do with himself here in Keeliai?
He's going a bit mad, is what he's doing. He's used to being busy more hours of the day than the day technically possesses. So he's wandering the streets currently, trying to learn the lay of the land and more or less wasting time. Wasting time. What an absurd notion.
Which is when he manages to skirt a little too near to a business with only a red paper lantern out front to distinguish it, and he's instantly surrounded by kedan, both men and women. They coo, they beckon, and some of them flat out reach out to touch the armor, the fluffy pauldrons. It's Halamshiral all over again.
"Looking for some company? You seem so lonely...."
"Why not come with me? I could use a--"]
Please, I--
No, I don't--
[He's trying to extricate himself, and he's being so polite, but he's blushing fiercely now that he's realized he's somehow found the local brothel. Please come save the knight in shining armor.]
Wildcard - Nerd in Shining Armor
[Somewhere in Keeliai there's a cute little cafe with a smattering of tables sitting outside under an awning. And at one of these tables there's a man in full plate armor with big fluffy pauldrons. On the table in front of him is a chessboard, though the pieces aren't what you might expect if you're from Earth. The man in armor isn't sitting with anyone else at the moment--he's moving a piece, then shifting his gaze to the opposite side of the board and playing another piece against himself.
Join him?]
Choose Your Own Adventure
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"It has probably saved more than a few lives," Simon agreed. "Medical school taught me how to deal with the emotional as well as the practical... because as a doctor, you cannot completely detach yourself from your work, but you can learn to set things aside for when you can afford to deal with them."
He then immediately perked up at the mention of a sister.
[The nerd in shining armour is about to be joined by a dapper giant who, coincidentally, is also a huge nerd. And a chess nut.
Klaus watched him make a few moves from where he was getting his caffeinated abomination that had more in common with a hot fudge sundae than actual coffee. It was a miracle there weren't sprinkles on the thing but that wasn't for Klaus's lack of asking for them.
He approached the stranger and gestured to the board.]
The Fire Sector was once her home, but now it was one of her least favorite places, mostly because of the Snakes, though some of them were a bit more intriguing of late. Her senses caught the unusual feeling of discomfort as she passed near one of the brothels. It was unusual to sense such a thing, usually the emotions were twisted, lustful. She wasn't fond of brothels, at least courtesans possessed class, though that was a bygone era.
She turned toward the bustle near the entrance and headed toward it a a brusk pace, a broad smile on her face. The man who was the source of the emotions, tall, light haired, handsome, was surrounded by Kedan vying for his attention.
"Oh, there you are," she said as she approached, managing to sound both pleased and annoyed at the same time. "I've been looking for you."
The Kedan parted, and those who didn't move out of her way quickly enough received a blood red glare, but by the time she met the man's eyes, hers were emerald again.
"You must excuse us," she said firmly to one of the brothel 'employees', "He's new and he got a bit lost."
Slipping her arm around the newcomer's elbow, she pulled him away from the now unhappy Kedan and led him away, leading him toward a somewhat safer area.
[There really isn't much call for full plate armour these days. It piques China's curiosity, enough that she settles into the seat opposite the man with a careless sort of elegance. She folds one leg over the other, rests her elbow on the arm of the chair, for all the world as though she was invited, or perhaps she owns the place. Neither is correct.]
[She glances the state of the board over briefly, then the man himself, and tilts her head to rest it in her hand, the picture of graceful boredom.]
[Cullen isn't entirely startled at the man's approach--he's aware enough to keep tabs on the people moving around him even as he's playing, and playing chess against himself isn't nearly so engrossing as playing against someone else. (Particularly when that someone is a cheating spymaster or a cocky Tevinter mage.) He looks up at the man's approach....
...and up....
Sweet Andraste, if he didn't know any better he'd swear he was looking at a Qunari. Maybe a hornless, red-headed Qunari?
The only outward sign of his surprise is a little lift of his eyebrows though, and immediately after he offers a small smile and gestures to the opposite chair with a gloved hand.]
By all means, please do. A proper game would be a welcome change. I'm on my third game against myself and I keep winning.
Well, hello there, Knight-Captain! Fancy meeting you here.
[Hawke pushes some of the courtesans aside to drape himself across Cullen's shoulders with a winsome smile. He wasn't sure, at first, whether he wanted to intervene and draw Cullen's attention--he likes the man, but he's still a templar, after all--but his fluster is, honestly, too pathetic to ignore.]
Sorry, ladies and gents, but the good knight here has places to be. Besides which, I'm pretty sure the way all that blood's rushing is counter to what you're intending.
[He winks at the courtesans, already guiding Cullen away from the group. Good grief, what is he wearing? It's something Hawke would expect from Anders, but from adorably upright Knight-Captain Cullen? ... It's almost as adorable, actually.]
[There's no question when China's magic begins to work on him--it's so obvious you can practically pinpoint the exact second, the way his whole demeanor shifts. Instantly he changes from a cool, if quiet, casually assured man to one falling all over himself, blushing and hanging his mouth open like a fool. A fool that suddenly can't take his eyes off the exotic creature before him.]
He'd never been terribly comfortable around these sorts of places, though he liked to fancy that at least he'd gotten a little better than he'd been in Kirkwall, trying to drag Templar recruits out of the Blooming Rose while the ah... young ladies there tried to ply him with their charms. He'd lived a little more since then, found a bit of sympathy and understanding he'd been lacking.
Still, that didn't mean Cullen wasn't immeasurably grateful for the reprieve that somehow came in the form of the petite, dark-haired woman who took his arm. Thankfully he didn't notice the shift in her eye-color--all he saw were (presumably) prostitutes backing off, and a small savior coming to his rescue. He was quick enough to play along, at least, giving the crowd a sheepish smile and a little wave of one gloved hand as he let himself be dragged away. It wasn't until they were down the block a bit and out of earshot before he allowed himself to sigh in relief.
"Maker's breath, I-- Thank you, my lady. I seem to have a very unfortunate knack of getting myself into these situations."
[Oh sweet Maker, it's Hawke. That explains so much.
He opens his mouth to say something, a greeting or maybe even a plea for help, when Hawke makes the crack about which way his blood's flowing. And then, if you thought he was blushing before... well. The ensuing flush could quite possibly be seen from outer space, were they capable of spaceflight here in Keeliai. So he says nothing, letting Hawke guide him away from the menagerie at least until they're out of groping range.]
I might've guessed I'd find you here, Hawke. You have a particular brand of chaos and this whole thing reeks of it.
[He hasn't done anything about Hawke draping himself across his shoulders yet, but now that they're a good distance away from the brothel he turns his gaze to the other man and arches an eyebrow.]
Maker's breath? This man carried some sort of religion then, not that that was a bad thing, she herself had religion, but when you came from a world of angels and demons, that was a bit unavoidable.
She slowed to a stop, sliding her arm out of his and turning to face him, a brilliant smile gracing her features. "It's not often that the lady gets to rescue the knight," she teased, but it was soft and good natured.
Her sword was on her hip as usual, but unlike the man, she didn't bother with heavy armor, it was too constructing, though much less shiny.
[That's precious. It's always fun, guessing how people will fall. China wouldn't have expected stammering from the man who looks like he's used to full plate-- but there are stranger things.]
Of course I will.
[Belatedly.]
Shall we begin again? I do believe this one's nearly done.
[She sets her index finger atop the queen, thoughtful, not moving it but practically caressing the crown.]
"Exactly so." Raine had no formal medical training herself, but a similar philosophy, developed for similar reasons, which had contributed to their successes any number of times.. "The ability to prioritize effectively is an invaluable one."
Simon's reaction looked much like her own might be, if she heard word of her brother returning, and there was something wistful around the edges of her smile. "River, yes. I thought that might be the case. She's here-- she mentioned you to me, when we spoke. She's been staying in the Midnight Hotel."
Wildcard- Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean!
[Kylo Ren was definitely not pleased by the appearance of the far too familiar freighter now partially beached on the turtle. Outside of mild annoyance of that heap of scrap metal called a ship appearing, there was confusion because how did it arrive here? Did they come along with it?
No matter. If they were here, then he'd prepare. If not, well, he could take the ship for his own. Even a piece of junk like the Millennium Falcon was still something like home compared to everything else in this place. And he could sink it if he felt the desire to, which was steadily creeping up his to-do list as he started to walk towards the craft.]
What would Han Solo say if he saw you in this condition? [His voice was almost musing, warped a bit by the voice changer in his helmet.] Complain, probably. I've heard the stories.
[Valdis walked toward the masked stranger, drawn by the odd sight of what appeared to be a dump of a spaceship that had washed ashore Tu Vishan. She paused a few yards from him, paying more attention to the ship than the man in black.]
Stories are often reflections of the truth, you know.
[Her emerald eyes surveyed the hunk of metal, not impressed.]
[Part of him is vastly displeased that the Falcon is getting more attention than him, but relics of the past were always were of greater interest than him, it appeared. He'd have to change that soon enough if he stayed here long enough.]
I know it did, for many years. It was famous for its actions in the war against the Empire. I'm sure it's most likely still capable of flying. Ships like these don't seem to want to die.
[Klaus waited for Cullen's gaze to reach his upper slopes with the kind of practiced patience you can only find in the particularly good kindergarten teachers. With the former templar's approval, he took a seat and pushed a knight into position, claiming one of Cullen's pawns.]
Perhaps we can break the winning streak.
[It was as playful as a man like Klaus could sound. He clearly enjoyed chess though and seemed delighted to have someone to play against.]
[Tony's just doing a casual flyover of the turtle, a little jaunt to relax and pass some time, when he spots something washed up on the beach. Something huge.
It's obviously a vehicle or craft of some kind, and as soon as he gets close enough to get some readings off of it his sensors go crazy. The good kind of crazy. Tony's day just got a lot more interesting.
He banks into a steep dive, making a very dramatic landing as his flying slide onto the beach sends up a geyser of sand. In his enthusiasm, he doesn't even notice the other person on the beach until they've gotten caught in his sand wake. Whoops. Sorry. He'll apologize later when there isn't a gigantic piece of amazing new technology sitting in front of him.
He dismisses the suit as soon as his feet touch the ground, and his only acknowledgement of the weirdo in the black cloak is to include them in his excitement by exclaiming,] Holy shit! Is that a space ship?!
[Yuri walks up, having conveniently been in the area, and trying to ignore the fact that this guy looks like he takes himself way too seriously. I mean really who dresses like that unless they're looking to get attention? Instead he looks at the beached ship.]
Well that's something. Is it supposed to fly or float?
[Because that's obviously more important than any broody stories.]
[Displeasure seeps into her awareness, her empathetic senses picking up on the man's darker emotions. Interesting. She releases a short laugh in response to his words.]
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