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faderift2017-03-19 01:20 pm
crowncitizen) wrote in faderift2017-03-19 01:20 pm
Open log (intro!)
WHO: Prompto and you!
WHAT: Prompto arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: Now until before the move to Kirkwall
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Mods are okay with him just doing his own intro, rather than a Rifter arrival log. That said, feel free to handwave your character having helped him when he first came through a Rift
WHAT: Prompto arrives at Skyhold
WHEN: Now until before the move to Kirkwall
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Mods are okay with him just doing his own intro, rather than a Rifter arrival log. That said, feel free to handwave your character having helped him when he first came through a Rift
[So THAT had been fun. As if falling out of a Rift and onto his butt wasn't bad enough, but then he'd been chased after by daemons and nearly killed, saved only by some sympathetic locals who luckily seemed to know how to fight.
Still rather shaken up by the whole thing, Prompto now finds himself in what they're calling Skyhold, a rather remote fortress. All he knows is that A) it's cold and B) he is so not in Eos anymore. He sticks out like a sore thumb, what with his clothes and the camera he's carrying. He often fiddles with the thing, unsure as to how he got it. It's not the camera he had back home; this thing is an old machine, where you have to develop the film by hand. Clunky, but also isn't battery charged which is good, because he hasn't seen one friggin' outlet since he arrived. In fact, he hasn't seen much of anything he's familiar with.
With a pack of camera equipment, said camera around his neck, and the clothes on his back, Prompto wanders around Skyhold, looking very lost and unsure as to what he's even supposed to do, or more importantly, how to go home.]
Um... you wouldn't happen to know how I could go back to where I was?
[Help the cinnamon roll out?]
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[ It was the first time he would have come across a piece of pure technology that could work here. Which gave him an idea of what the Rifts were allowing through as well as the materials available to make something work. His phaser lay inert in his room, as did his comm - no better than paperweights. ]
So you have the chemicals? Did you have your camera on you when you came through the rift?
[ The questions came rapid fire, his eyes alight with curios fire. He paused, as if realizing this must seem odd and disconcerting from someone you just met. ]
Ah, sorry. I'm a Rifter too, and my items didn't even make it through altered like your camera there. Jim Kirk's the name.
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[He glimpsed through it earlier and saw sealed containers. Gods willing, they held the needed chemicals.]
And no, my camera didn't come with, just this one.
[Kind of sad, but probably for the best. It would do no good here.]
Prompto. Nice to meet you. [He waves.] Yeah, a lot of people have been giving it weird looks. Guess cameras aren't thick on the ground around here?
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[ He can hear it when the other moves the bag, excitement flaring. It was yet to be seen how the camera operate, but that was at least what? 1920s technology? Possibly later given the camera was smaller and more portable. Already an idea prickled the back of his mind, but that might be a touch forward for someone you just met. ]
Well, that's what I meant - that might BE your camera, but coming through the Rift somehow altered it to 'fit' Thedas.
[ Why it hadn't done the same with his phaser or communicator was beyond him, but he suspected it might be because there were no equivalents or they already had the equivalents - like the crystals, and the power of his shard. ]
No, technology in general isn't. My world would classify this as a 'medieval world'. It's guns, swords, arrows, and horses around here. It's also probably because of your shard.
[ He pulled at the bandages on his hand, flashing the green gem. ]
Kind of makes us stand out, along with our clothes.
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[Where is he? The more he hears, the more confused he gets. It's like he's walked into some bizarro dream. He just can't seem to wake up no matter what he tries.]
They have guns here? I haven't seen any, and I came without mine back home. Just this camera and-
[Yup.]
Yeah, that thing on my hand. Does everyone who comes through those Rifts get one?
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Ah, not that I know of. I misspoke on that - guns are rather primitive from the time I am from. They might be developing them - I wouldn't put it past a few. The closest thing I have to it is my shard. But it's definitely swords, arrows, and the like around here. I myself use staffs, swords, and hand-to-hand the majority of the time. I would suggest picking up some type of weapon for self-defense.
[ To the last question he nodded again. ]
Yes, everyone who comes through the Rifts has one, and there are some natives who have them as well. It's a double-edged sword unfortunately - it makes us valuable in that we can close Rifts, but the locals side-eye us a lot too.
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You said bows? Do they have crossbows? [Prompto knows how to use one of those, at least. Still not as good as a gun, but better than nothing.]
Huh. So the things that spit us out also give us the ability to close 'em. [Weird] Oh. 'Cause it marks us as outsiders? That'd explain why the people I've seen who have 'em cover them up.
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Uh, yeah, I'm pretty sure there are crossbows. You could probably check at the shops or down at the shoot range or the armory.
[ He was learning the bow and arrow proper himself, but it still wasn't his area of expertise by a long shot. ]
I suppose it did. At the least the shards are connected in some way to them and can - well, I don't know if it's even forcing - but somehow we can close the rifts that pop up.
And yeah, though the clothes really give it away more than anything. Some of the natives have shards as well, but in general the shards aren't looked favorably on from what I can tell. It would be in your better interest to get some native clothes as soon as you can.
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Yeah, I stick out like a sore thumb here, even not counting the camera. But I don't have any money - none that I think they take here, anyway. If I'm gonna be stuck here awhile, is there a way I can get a job?
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Sure. The easiest way would be to join the Inquisition, but... that may not be the lifestyle you're looking for. Myself, I run odd jobs for the merchants, sometimes take guard duties, other small jobs around the camp. It takes a bit to earn anything, but you can manage. At least the Inquisition will provide you a place to sleep and food until you start earning extra cash.
[ He reached around into a pouch he had on his waist, pulling out a few coins and holding them out to Prompto. ]
Here. That should be enough to get you a serviceable outfit to change into. I would keep your shoes though. Once they get enough dirt on them, people won't notice the difference and they're most likely of better quality than anything they can make here.
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[This whole situation leaves him so off-kilter. He's used to just going along with other people's decisions and itineraries. Making his own is rough.
His brow lifts in surprise when Kirk hands him some coins.]
Wow, are you sure? Or, I can pay you back when I get enough money.
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That'll be for you to decide, but I understand. That's how I've been handling things too. I join missions now and then to help them when I agree with the cause, but otherwise I don't particularly align myself with them personally. You have some time to think it over. Regardless of if you join, you can get a place to sleep and some basic food. Good stuff will cost extra.
[ He smiled at the other, shaking his head softly. ]
If you really feel you have to, then pay me back when you can. Otherwise, just consider this a gift - one Rifter to another. I can show you a cheap place to get some new clothes that are fairly durable too, if you like.
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[He knows Rifters have been coming here for about a year and a half, according to one report he's heard.]
Thanks! [Yay, overwhelming day just got a little better! He smiles widely.] I really appreciate it. [He looks down at his own clothes, smiling a bit wistfully.] Well, you know, I'm a pretty stylish kind of guy [Yeah okay Prompto. A kilt looking thing and a leather sleeveless jacket are not fashion highlights] but I know beggars can't be choosers.
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A little over a year now, actually.
[ He smiled wearily at that, but in truth it had not been all bad. He had good friends here, good lovers, and he would not wish to undo those meetings even as he yearned to be home with his family, with his ship. ]
You can keep what you have, you just might want to either repurpose it or keep it for nights when you have nothing else. This area is safe enough to walk around in that in, given this is where all the Rifters stay, but if you go to another town you'll want to change. I'll write up some basics you should know too - how the currency works, some major cities, and some basics for interacting with people like the Qunari and the elves.
Word of advice - don't believe what you read in the library about them.
[ He gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. ]
It's going to be a lot to take in, but it's always better to ask a question if you don't know, all right? You can ask me, or I have quite a few friends who will answer you too and you won't get in trouble.
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[HE SHOULDN'T ASSUME because who knows. Some people might be glad to be here, especially if things were shitty back home.]
Yeah, it's a lot. But I've had a bunch thrown at me before and I just roll with it, you know? Hopefully no major faux pas moments on my end in the meantime? [A very possible scenario. Prompto doesn't always have the most graceful social skills.] Seriously, though, I really appreciate all this.
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In some ways I am glad. I've met some really amazing people, people I care about. And I don't regret that. But I've been away from my ship for a year now. I wouldn't be surprised if my crew has reported me dead, but knowing them they might keep on searching anyways. They're all stubborn like that.
[ He smiled, faint and fond and warm as he thought of them. But there was sadness there too, the pain of loneliness of being the only person from his world. ]
You're quite welcome. Just don't go getting into trouble? That's all I ask.
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Oh, you serve on a ship? Are you military? Or, like, a fisherman or something?
[Space slight doesn't seem to be a thing in Eos, so that's his first assumption when he hears ship.]
Yes sir! [He gives a little mock salute.]
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Psuedo-military, but my mentor describes us a humanitarian and scientific force. I like to think of the later, honestly, but both versions are true. Military in that we defend Federation space and intervene in hostilities when asked by member planets, and the other two because - well, they're rather self explanatory.
[ If he had been following the edicts of Star Fleet he would have been far more vague, but the year he had been here he no longer found much point in sticking strictly to the protocols on such things. It was to hard to keep up the lies and the vagueness. Besides, most of the time people thought he was just making shit up anyways. Just more stories to add to a legion of others being spun, his voice no more unique than the bard the night before. ]
It's captain, technically speaking.