#mirevasan

[veilstricken]

This was an encounter he would have preferred to avoid.

Perhaps that was selfish, but so was much of what he'd done since Corypheus's defeat. Disappearing without a trace, and without a goodbye—it was right. It was the right thing to do. You just do not know it yet.

But there was no barrier here, there was a device that listed his name, and he hadn't had time yet to disappear. He'd arrived and made his way to the woods, spent some time away from things, and then... perhaps he should have simply stayed away from town for the first few days. Instead, he had wandered in the direction of the market, wondering about exotic paints. And he had been caught outside of town, but not far.

❝ inquisitor. ❞ He said, with a slight bow of his head, ❝ it has been some time. ❞

@mirevasan ( starter call. )

[accipio]

It doesn't take Hawke long to realize that he's not the only mage here. His magic is dampened, but he has not been made tranquil: his connection to the Fade remains. He can sense magic in this place, albeit faintly. The awareness ghosts across his mind like an echo of an echo, the faintest of whispers. There's a slight undercurrent of wrongness that he's not sure what to make of, but as he has more pressing things to do than obsess over vague arcane weirdness, he tries not to think about it.

All things considered, he's been doing a pretty thorough job of not thinking about it when he rounds a corner and runs headfirst into the source of his magic-related anxiety. Literally runs into—or at least he would have if he didn't course correct at the last possible moment, tripping over his own feet in an effort to avoid crashing into the elven woman before him. Maker, he's really losing his touch. At least Carver's not here to point and laugh.

He straightens up with as much dignity as he can muster, brushing his hair out of his eyes in a manner that he hopes conveys how nonchalant and unbothered he is about nearly falling on his arse in front of a perfect stranger. Abruptly, he feels that strange sense of wrongness again, and this time it's clear that its source is right in front of him. He takes a half-step back, careful to keep his posture relaxed, betraying no sign of the tension he feels coiling through his body.

“Sorry about that. I really ought to watch where I'm going.” He makes a quick study of the woman. Elven, certainly. Thedosian, maybe. Friendly? He can only hope. “I take it you're not from around here, either?”

@mirevasan | starter call

[castlecrows]

She'd found her way to a coffee shop eventually. Which was good, because she needed caffeine and somewhere to sit down after all the walking she'd done, and she was finally going through her 'phone' that she'd been given. It had taken her a minute to get the hang of it, but once she had, she'd given over to scrolling through names to see if anyone familiar popped up.

Solas? That was the first one she noticed. She took a second to wonder if it was the real guy or someone with a suspiciously similar name, and then decided to utilize her block button, just to be safe.

Then she happened upon another one, and raised an eyebrow as she sipped her latte. She considered the messaging system for a moment, and then figured nothing ventured, nothing gained, and started punching in a text.

[To:] Lavellan [From:] Rook ♖

[txt]: so hey i think we've met before right with the wolf statue stuff and morrigan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [txt]: admittedly not a lot of familiar faces round here but if i am correct which i usually am would you want to get coffee and catch up or something because im dying out here and also i have some questions about some shit [txt]: its rook by the way you know the super hot and sexy young leader of the veilguard whos saving the world and shit you know me right right [txt]: anyway im uuuh wait i think i can send my location on this thing andrastes fat tits that ru;les [txt]: hold on im doing some magic bullshit [txt]: ~~~~~~~FWSHSHSHHSHSHS~~~~~~~ [txt]: [GPS Location]

@mirevasan

[wingherc]

@mirevasan

｢𓆄｣"How are you even surviving in that get up right now?" Maybe she was built different, but he'd already had to shed his fur lined jacket! The weather back home never got this scorching hot, he felt like a rotisserie chicken, in all honesty.

[iimeris]

❀*ೃ༄   rip  .  tear  .  chew  .  the  thick  fibers  of  dried  meat  shred  between  her  teeth  ,  tasting  like  the  thick  heat  of  calaglia  .  with  its  fierce  ,  unwavering  sun  and  flames  combusting  from  dry  ,  arid  tussles  of  dead  flora  .  the  earth  scalding  beneath  her  soles  ,  melting  her  to  the  ground  .  stuck  .  with  all  honesty  ,  it  felt  relieving  to  claw  out  of  that  hell  ,  but  without  the  master  core  ,  it  was  nothing  short  of  a  spit  in  the  face  to  land  here  .

her  time  in  calaglia  was  short  ,  and  miserable  ;  but  there  was  something  .  .  .  offsetting ( if she admitted to thinking about it ) .  while  shionne  choked  down  most  of  it  –  unlike  the  food  at  hand  ,  which  goes  down  easy  –  there  was  something  .  .  .  enlightening  about  it  ,  in  more  than  one  way  .  it  was  one  thing  to  hear  of  the  lord's  domains  ,  but  another  to  see  the  slaves  toiling  in  the  heat  of  hell  with  her  own  eyes  . 

rip  .  chew  . the  way  their  spirit  cores  embedded on their hands glowed  in  the  flames  . . . “  -- that  mark  .  on  your  hand  .  “  shionne  announces  ,  ”  from  where  do  you  hail  ??  "

@mirevasan | s.c.

[reapermerc]

@mirevasan liked for a starter !

She can't help the way she does a quick double take upon catching a glance of this strangers ears. They don't look like they have any other cybernetic enhancements, but they have been getting very subtle lately.. honestly, making hers more obvious was more of a stylistic choice on her part. Either way, she's more than a little thrilled to see someone else like her around. The pointed ears were something she saw a lot of people do back in Night City, but not as much here. Nobody seems to have any enhancements. It was.. odd, coming from somewhere where it was so commonplace to now have people not really get it here.

"I like the ears - did you get em at Vic's or someplace else? Vic's where I get everything done at. I don't think I've seen anyone else from Night City here!"

[decuervos]

" I think i just burnt my nostril hairs out."

"That is..."

"...impressive, I must admit. Why don't I take over the cooking for tonight...?"

[camelliacried]

       ❝   Most of the newcomers that wander in here all believe the same rumor— that some furry creature cooks all the meals back there.   ❞ ⠀  TSUBAKI  cants her head towards the kitchen's double doors, but hardly breaks her pace as she continues to carefully load another helping of sides onto her plate. It isn't often she goes 'all out' like this, but... Everyone deserves a broad sampling when they come to a restaurant like this for the first time. Her newest friend is certainly no exception.

       ❝   I've never been one to put stock in rumors in the first place. But even if it were true...   ❞ ⠀She pauses for a moment, savoring the taste of her next bite with a muffled of approval.     ❝   Mmh... I would almost be willing to overlook it !   ❞ ⠀

@mirevasan

[grmadon]

{ ✧ @mirevasan || ELARIA }

Was now a good time to admit that even though he had some experience with a staff, it wasn't his preferred weapon of choice? Lloyd stares at the staff, a neutral expression on his face as he spins it in his hands, idly trying to make time pass by quicker. His hands work quick, catching the staff and flipping it effortlessly - but a sudden breeze pulls him out of his concentration.

"Ouch!" Lloyd yelps, the staff slipping from his hands mid-air and bonking him right on top of his head. He rubs the top of his head, letting out an exasperated sigh before he feels a pair of eyes resting on him. He stops, taking a glance at his surroundings, and it doesn't take long for his eyes to meet the stranger's.

"...Don't tell me you saw that." He says, face flushing to a light shade of red.

[manifcst]

@mirevasan

A FEW TOO MANY YEARS spent free-roaming around the rest of the museum's inhabitants has left Jed with little patience when it comes to other folks getting in his way ( even though it could very well be said that he is the one getting underfoot ). The guns he normally keeps in his holsters have been swapped out for plastic toys upon his arrival, a demeaning albeit fitting downgrade, which is a shame mostly because he lacks any real way to get folks to clear a path when they step a little too close.

( The old guns didn't exactly fire, either, but they had a solid weight to them - worked real well when it came to bashing people in the ankles. )

Here, he has to make do. Here, he's been toting around a little stick half the day. The offending appendage isn't even that close - he'd been under a bench anyway, it isn't though he's in any real danger of being trampled this time around - but that fact doesn't stop him from darting out and jabbing them all the same. "HIYAH!" Okay, so it's not entirely justified, but it feels good to take his pent-up frustration out on something. "You'd best watch yourself, compadre, this space is occupado!"

[isolaradiale]

thinking i need a little break so for now, i'm going to drop caster of midrash (queen of sheba) from fate who was housed in house 107 and ines from arknights who was housed in townhouse 207, thanks and sorry!

They will be dropped for you!

– andromeda ☆

[veilstricken]

He didn't use his phone very often, but he did keep it. He had little use for such devices, but Solas was not the sort of person to throw something away if it may, in fact, be useful.

There was a long time after he read the words on the screen. A long time, and a lot of thoughts. Perhaps the time alone hadn't done his good sense any favors, because after a time, and somewhere far off, another phone would buzz with an answer—of a sort.

from: solas to: lavellan (@mirevasan)

[txt]: Masks, music and intrigue, is it? Now that does sound like a party. [txt]: And perhaps, a lair for dragons. As such events often are.

He leaves it at that. He'd be loathe to miss such a time, it's true, but that doesn't mean he needs to tell anyone about his intentions. Not that such a thing stopped him from dropping a hint.

Well. He had better find something to wear.

[innerbeast]

cruise control for cool ( escape rooms ) || @mirevasan

pulled by a nagging interest and displays of gold below a setting sun, dar'khol eagerly invited himself onto the cruise ship docked in his home ward. how could he not? he had been meaning to visit it for some time, but the multitude of festivities taking place across the city pulled his attention like a pointed laser.

by the time he managed to stride aboard, the week was nearing its end -- which meant the cruise housed a specific activity.

"never participated in an 'escape room' before. the concept appears simple enough, but everythin' has it's catch," he muses aloud, eyes skimming over a poster with a brief explanation sprawled across it. behind him his tail swayed; quick but steady, like a ticking clock.

"two heads are better than one, eh?" made sense given what he could glean from the poster. well, then, how about --

"oi! venturin' towards the boats advertised attraction?" you. "wouldn't happen to care for a second set o' eyes, would ya?"

[arkhangelic]

TINK!

seriously? that's it? and he thought the standard-grade carnifex was a weak shot. at the very least, the pellets manage to wipe out an empty can. with little else to do, he thought he might as well get in some target practice, whatever form it takes. maybe he shouldn't complain, and just be thankful they haven't given him a stick, like some others around here apparently wound up with. he wouldn't know what to do with that.

lowering the bb gun, garrus observes his work from afar. he had set himself up a reasonable distance away from the targets--- a line of empty cans and bottles perched atop an old log. funny--- this thing operates just like his usual rifle, looks like it too, but it just didn't have the same bite.

... aaaand his mind's back at the war. the distraction lasted a whole ten minutes this time. it'd be impressive if it weren't so damn frustrating.

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[wingherc]

📱

[conjuringink]

"No need to apologize! To me, there's never a strange question, and I'm delighted to answer however I can."

He claps his hands together, looking not unlike he's just absorbed the sun's rays and started projecting them out towards her. It seems even the subject of erotic literature isn't enough to dampen his enthusiasm for teaching.

"Everyone is raised differently. We focus on what's familiar, but there is never any harm in learning more—even if it's something as silly and inconsequential as steamy romantic literature." Wow, he's definitely pretty earnest about this. "Perhaps here you'll be able to find more novels to your liking. I wouldn't recommend searching online, though."

" I see." and she did understand, yes. enough had been witnessed during her time with the Inquisition to understand that some people just prefer that type of story. if you asked her, she'd much rather prefer to pour over a newfound tome or text about magic but she can get how that might not be as exciting.

their loss, though.

" I apologize if my questions seem strange or out there. Most stories I heard or read growing up were tales of the past or legends. There weren't too many books out in the wilds. "