Simon Ashlock (
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[OPEN] now that you're living on the hill
WHO: Simon and OPEN.
WHAT: Getting reacquainted with Kirkwall.
WHEN: Justinian, just like whenever.
WHERE: All over the city.
NOTES: I'm always happy to write up another starter if you'd like!
WHAT: Getting reacquainted with Kirkwall.
WHEN: Justinian, just like whenever.
WHERE: All over the city.
NOTES: I'm always happy to write up another starter if you'd like!
I. Hanged Man
Simon's never been a big drinker. He doesn't mind letting people size him up and assume he could drink them under the table, but on the whole, he thinks he has enough vices to atone for without being a lush on top of it all.
But some boredom needs the big guns busted out to take care of it. The Hanged Man has mostly lost the aura of forbidden mystery and excitement it had held when he was a teenage recruit in the Gallows, but the aura of shame and insufficient sanitation that's since replaced it isn't enough to keep him away when it's the only place in town he can afford. He's at the bar, on his third pint, cheering on the brawl that's begun on the other side of the room.
II. Living Quarters
There's plenty about the city that seems unfamiliar now that he's returning to it in his thirties, after nearly a decade and an intervening war, and on the whole, the strangeness isn't a bad thing. He hadn't liked the place to begin with. But all the same, there's something to be said for a little bit of familiarity here and there, and sharing the old templar rooms with Cade again isn't the bad kind of deja vu. It's certainly an improvement on the group quarters. He's on his way to move what few possessions he has into the room, whistling as he carries the box.
III. Markets
The marks from being electrically charbroiled by a furious lightning mage are beginning to fade, but the excruciating stiffness of having all his muscles involuntarily locked up and the bruises from the resulting deadweight collapse aren't quite so quick to dissipate.
Or perhaps they would be, if he were a little more patient with them, but Simon is not a man who takes well to any kind of imposition on his physical fitness. An injury that thinks it's going to keep him off the training grounds is an injury that needs to be taught a lesson and slapped right back into its place, damn it. To that end, he's wandering the market in his civvies, in search of some kind of potion or poultice that can teach his ornery muscle strain who's boss.
IV. Wildcard
Go nuts!
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"Oh," he says apologetically, resettling his burden so that he isn't being quite such a walking traffic hazard. "No, that was on me. Almost bowled you over."
He's about to ask if she's all right, but on the subject of deja vu, her face prompts a fresh wave of it, and he can't help but study it for a moment as he tries to match it with the voice and the familiar accent. It might have been easier a few years ago, but the lyrium's been flowing as regularly as ever.
"I know you, don't I? I could swear I do."
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"Mm... perhaps." She says, taking a step closer and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you a Templar? I once lived here in the Gallows and at the Circle in Starkhaven."
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He remembers that more easily than he remembers her name, but that'll probably come to him too if he tries hard enough. As long as he can put a face with the details. And the surroundings help; he remembers seeing her in these halls before, long ago though it was.
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Saoirse can't blame him since her name is a mouthful. She cannot remember him with exact clarity herself but a lot of her time was spent with her head down. "I used to sing hymns to the little ones when we were allowed to be out and about."
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And hers rings a bell now, faintly but definitely. "--I do remember that. Our schedules must have overlapped a bit. Or--not exactly, but I could just hear you from where I was supposed to be guarding, so I'd find excuses to patrol sometimes so that I could get a bit closer and hear better."
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It had helped her too. "Really? I remember once or twice there were Templars that would ask me to sing hymns for them while they prayed. I like to think it helped calm them too."