Firstfall Rifter Arrival

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters & their rescuers
WHAT: Weird people fall out of a rift with demons! Again! But this time there are trees.
WHEN: Firstall 8
WHERE: A ruined fortress in the wooded region between Redcliffe and Haven.
NOTES: This log is OPEN to new rifters and to anyone who might have volunteered or been ordered to go retrieve them. Rifters: the log is intentionally backdated to allow you to also jump straight into RPing in Skyhold. It's safe to assume everyone lives.

You were asleep--deeply or fitfully, for the last time or just resting your eyes for a moment-- and then you were not. And wherever you were was not, anymore, replaced by nothing but the sensation of falling, tumbling into endless, bottomless nothing. If this were still a dream, you would wake before you hit the ground. You can't die in a dream, they say. In some worlds.

In this world, you wake with a jolt when you hit earth and stone, dropped from above by a flaring, crystalline green rip in reality that hangs overhead. Beyond it the sky is dark, but the light from the rift is bright enough to illuminate the stone walls around you--a fortress, once, now a ruin, walls crumbling and beginning to surrender to the trees and vines from the surrounding forest. The air is cold enough to sting, but it's yet to snow here, and with the walls and trees sheltering against wind it isn't so bad. At another time, in other circumstances, it might be peaceful.

No chance of that now. The brief period of quiet after you fall is shattered by a hoarse shriek. Three hoarse shrieks. Three tall, spindly creatures with gasping mouths and too many eye sockets advance on you and the people lying around you, and beyond them, six flickering, ghostly wraiths begin to throw bursts of green magic that saps anyone hit of energy and strength. And there's a narrow splinter of light in the same sickly green as whatever brought you here, now glowing out of the palm of your left hand. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions.

But you're not alone. There's that. You've arrived with company. Scattered around on the ground with you are weapons--maybe one of them is yours--and it won't be long before more people arrive, armed and armored and not at all surprised to see you. Just a little late to get here. (Delayed by highwaymen, you know how it is.)

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[kartereo]

"Are you--" Waver choked out, whipping around to look at Rider with a face that suggested red hot anger and deep hurt. His eyebrows furrowed together, and one hand gestured widely as he spoke.

"I spent two weeks running around in your chariot in Fuyuki and you don't recognize me!?"

[conqueredhearts]

His eyes widened at the reaction. There was anger there. Hurt as well. Though why there should be either was beyond him. It was not until the man actually explained him who he was with that rather indignant question that it all clicked.

Really though. How was he supposed to recognize him when he seemed a great deal taller and older and with hair so long!

"Boy?"

[kartereo]

"It only took you long enough!" Waver snapped, raising both hands to the heavens. "Jeez, you'd think me calling you an idiot would be the give away!"

[conqueredhearts]

"I think you underestimate how often I get called an idiot." He laughed then and wrapped an arm around him to pull him close for an embrace. It was the best he could do on the back of this horse but he made it work nicely. "You have grown! Look how long your hair is!"

[kartereo]

Waver practically melted against Rider, although if any of that played into his speech, well, it was impossible to tell. If nothing, he was even more snappish.

"And someone else is going to say it so fondly?! Again: idiot!" One free hand gestured widely, before he huffed and looked upward, hoping to be able to look his king in the eye.

"Of course I have. It's been ten years."

[conqueredhearts]

Iskandar decided that now was not a good time to tell Waver that many person had and would call him idiot fondly. The young man was huffy enough already without having to add to that. Besides, he wanted to focus on the wonder of getting to see him like this. When he'd been on his last ride, he'd known he would never see him as he was now and it filled his heart with such joy to witness him like this.

"Ten years and you are still light as a feather! Though it does appear you managed to find that foot in height!"

[kartereo]

"By some miracle, yes," Waver agreed, letting out a long exhale. This was all too much, between whatever that rift was, Iskandar's presence, and the sheer bone exhaustion of trying to figure out what on earth was even going on. One hand patted Iskandar's gently, before Waver ventured his next question.

"What's going on, anyway?"

[conqueredhearts]

"It seems we have been brought through a thing known as a rift. You carry a shard of it in your hand now. For the time being we are stuck here to help with the fights of these people. From what I am aware of, there is no way to return to our world yet."

Turning away from the battlefield that now no longer had enemies, he headed for the camp. The others brought here were being taken care of but Waver was most likely to listen to him at this point which meant that he could just carry him away now.

"There will be food and drink in the camp so you can regain your strength a bit. Tomorrow we will ride for Skyhold."

[kartereo]

"Great," Waver breathed out. He wanted to start theorizing, but the whole affair had left him more winded than he expected. Closing his eyes, he tried to get comfortable on Bucephalus' back. Once he was certain that he could last in position, Waver opened his eyes again.

"Is it that obvious that I'm winded?"

[conqueredhearts]

"Even without our bond as Master and Servant, I can tell. You are older now but in a number of ways I am seeing you are still the boy that I was familiar with. This is becoming easier to see now that I know it is you." He chuckled good-heartedly then actually patted Waver on the head. As if he were still that boy all these years later.

[kartereo]

In his youth, Waver might have swatted at that hand. But here, now, in the moment, Waver can't bring himself to. Beyond exhaustion, the physical contact, the affection from Iskandar has been so sorely missed that he can't dismiss any of it.

"It's because I look like I'm going to fall over, and that doesn't take any bond to see," he snorted, elbowing Iskandar in the chest gently. "You can say I look like shit."

[conqueredhearts]

"Well I would be lying then. You certainly look tired but I think you look grand. It is clear that you grew up to be an extremely handsome man."

It was easy to appreciate that beauty too and Iskandar laughed softly. Really though. Shit? No, it would take far more than just being a little tired before this beautiful man could possibly look like that in his eyes.

[kartereo]

Waver's face blushed a brilliant red, and he felt the keen desire to slide off of the horse and onto the ground.

"Well!" he managed, before trying to change the topic, which really meant making a few grumping noises before muttering a low, "Thank you."

[conqueredhearts]

He threw his head back for a jolly roar of laughter. Even now the man was cute when he was flustered. Yes, there was no doubt at all that this was indeed Waver Velvet grown up.

"Ha! You flush wonderfully. It is cute!"

[kartereo]

Cute?! Well that at least earned Iskandar a sharp, sharp elbow into his stomach, riding a horse or no. How did Waver remotely miss this?!

"Really, that's what you're going to focus on right now?!" Waver snapped. "Damnit you haven't changed at all, and that's not a good thing in this situation!"

[conqueredhearts]

Elbowing Iskandar was like elbowing a wall between his armor and his...well...him. So he really didn't react beyond laughing a bit and actually ruffling that pretty hair a bit. Well, a lot really.

"Ah but it is cute, boy. Even now that you are older you have a fine face for blushing. I like it!"

[kartereo]

"Goddamnit," he managed lifting one hand to hide his face in. Waver had imagined so many versions of their reunion, and failed to account for this particular iteration.

More fool him, this was the most obvious one. "Just--just steer the damn horse!"

[conqueredhearts]

"I am! With the impressiveness of the thighs surrounding your hips!" Which really just came out sounding dirtier than the situation actually happened to be but Iskandar paid that no mind. He was far busy laughing over the fact that it seemed some things just would never change about his former Master.

"Ah! Why do you wear your hair so long now?"

[kartereo]

Iskandar might have missed the dirtiness of such words, but Waver? Not at all. He just groaned again, muttering oh my god and thanked God that the slight blush in his cheeks was also invisible at this angle.

"Oh!" An actual question. Still talking into his hand, Waver explained. "I just liked how it looked. It also helps me store a little bit more energy."

[conqueredhearts]

"Hair can do that?" His eyes widened as he actually went to run his fingers through the long hair as if he might be able to feel the power in his strands right there on his skin. The very idea was ridiculous but it was just the sort of thing that a large fool might do. And since he'd never really claimed to be otherwise...

"Were you growing it out when I knew you those years ago as well?"

[kartereo]

Waver didn't swat the hand away as he might do with someone else. If anything, he felt the need to indulge it not only because it was Rider, but because he knew his hair was going to be a mess once he got off the damn horse. Anything to get tangles out was a good thing.

"I wasn't, no. Didn't even occur to me, although I don't know why not," he said with a sigh. "And yeah, it can, if you're a mage."

[conqueredhearts]

"Mages are astounding! I wonder if this same fact can be held true for mages in these lands as well. It is something I had not thought to ask them before!"

Then again, why would he. It wasn't as if he'd been aware of this until now. He wouldn't have known to even think to ask it of anyone.

[kartereo]

"There are magi here?" Waver perked immediately. Wasn't this an interesting opportunity, to see how magic was in other places in the universe. Maybe they'd be better than the garden variety bullshit that Clock Tower excelled so much ah.

"They're a normal part of the population, even?"

[conqueredhearts]

"Of course. Though they seem to have some struggles from my understanding. While it seems that everyone is aware of magic and mages, they do not appear to always trust them and mages have been abused as a result of this." He didn't remark further on the Templar side of things because he hadn't had the chance to fully discuss things with them. Providing information for a side he hadn't spoken to yet seemed a poor idea.

"I am friends with several. I think you should meet some of these mages and compare notes as it were."

[kartereo]

Waver nodded. Every mage had struggles with the populace, that was normal enough. It was hard to live comfortably with others who could call down all sorts of powers that you couldn't. That kind of set up lead to fear and from there, well. There was a reason the Malleus Maleficarum existed, wasn't there? And those were fantasy witches, not real and proper magi.

"I'd like that very much. Especially if you don't mind making the introductions."