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[hearher]

WHO: Carlos and OPEN
WHAT: Carlos arrives at Kirkwall
WHEN: Throughout the Day
WHERE: Around the Inquisition's headquarters in Kirkwall
NOTES: None yet.

I. Fresh Off The Boat

When Carlos arrived and finally settled away from the ship, he had to brace himself up against the nearest solid structure. He needed that moment to get his land legs back. He had managed to not throw up once during the trip, but that didn't mean he hadn't felt sick nearly the entire time. Now that he was back on solid ground he felt wobbly and it took him a moment to regain his composure.

Still, he had arrived. He had made it! While the statues and gates had terrified countless mages before him, he felt relieved to be here. It had been a long trip. Not just the ship ride over, but everything that had happened to him since the Rebellion had started. He felt as if all of it had moved him towards this place where so many had died and suffered but which managed to hold all of the promise of his future.

Once he had soothed his stomach and could stand without swaying, he grabbed his staff, straightened his robes, and walked into the Gallows. He had someone he wanted to find but first he needed to report to the Inquisition's headquarters here.

II. Settling In

The person he had been seeking had been found, had directed him to a good meal, and had made sure he had a space to sleep and spend his time. Now he needed to settle in.

He was used to not having very many belongings. His mother had never given him anything that was truly his and the Circle had been more about shared spaces and items. As he unpacked he only has a few healing supplies and books really, but he still took the time to arrange them in his space in an organized way.

He liked the fact that he has a bed assigned to him. Having a bed of his own was still a luxury, even if it was in a space he shared with the other members of the Inquisition. He hoped his neighbors were nice, at least. It was always good to like the people who would be around when you were sleeping.

III. Medic Tents

Carlos knew eventually he would be assigned a role and have to stick with it, but after settling in and meeting a few people he really wanted to check out the medic tents. He was curious about how things are set up here and he wanted to offer help where he could. Healing was something he was good at, even if he still had a lot to learn.

He didn't want to intrude on patients though, so for a moment he sort of lingered outside and looked at the entrance with a curious and hopeful expression.

Comments

JAMES NORRINGTON

[hearher]

[ooc; continued from here]

Carlos couldn't help but be impressed by the duties James had taken with the Inquisition. It felt right, though, that he would help lead people to a better future. Back in Ostwick he had always been someone that Carlos knew he could go with if there were any issues.

The idea that they need someone to be in charge of problems with the templars is a little disheartening though. He knew there were mages out there had had very negative feelings about templars, and some of the stories he had heard during the rebellion had made him understand why, but the templars at Ostwick had always been much more friendly - at least until the rebellion started.

"Are there many issues with Templars for the Inquisition?" he asked, a bit of his nerves over that idea showing. "How is the relationship between them and the mages?" He really didn't want to hear bad news that would hint towards another war.

[judgemewhole]

James brought Carlos's bag inside of the dining hall, and gestured him to a table where James went ahead and piled his plate with some apples and rolls. "They'll bring you out a plate soon with some chicken - either in a stew or some roast. Not sure if we got more potatoes but those will be roasted as well - hm?"

He paused in the question, before his voice gentled, "No - the Inquisition has been more than forgiving for our brothers and sisters who come with good intent. The mages and the Templars .... well it is tense, but we are working on building a lasting peace. All of it will depend on the new Divine, of course."

[hearher]

Carlos's eyes widened at all of the food that James was promising him. He took the plate and held it close like he thought someone might come and snatch it away last second. He had odd habits about food that he had never fully gotten over. Either he ate everything in a hurry all at once, or he would try to hoard it and sneak it away for later. It had been one of the things he had been working on in the Circle but the Rebellion hadn't helped those habits at all.

Despite that, something about James being near him stops him from just rushing through this meal now. He actually remembered the manners that had been pushed to the wayside. That and he did want to actually talk with James.

"Do we have any idea when a Divine will be announced?" he asked before taking a bite out of one of the rolls.

[judgemewhole]

James watched Carlos take the plate, and his expression tightened with a little worry. Well, that answered the question whether or not Carlos had been eating regularly -- and now he had to wonder about the rest of the mage charges he had been forced to leave behind. Were they all right? How many of them were still alive?

He should look into this. See if what remained of the Ostwick Circle still lived -- and if they wanted their freedom through the Inquisition. It was safer than starving out in the wilds on their own.

He sat himself facing Carlos, his dark green eyes serious. "Not until the monster Corypheus is taken care of, once and for all."

[hearher]

"Right. Ancient darkspawn Tevinter magister..." Carlos kept eating in between speaking, just barely remembering to cover his mouth if he had food in it.

"And his creepy army of infected people." He sighed a bit and then sat back as he swallowed.

"Do you think things will ever go back to normal?"

III

[aceso]

It doesn't pass Christine's notice that there's someone waiting outside the tents, and she quickly finishes up with her patient who is left to rest before she approaches the young man.

"Yes?" she asks, not one to mince words. "Are you injured?"

[hearher]

Carlos starts a bit and then shakes his head. "Oh, no. Sorry. I'm new here. I was trying to get the lay of the land and thought I'd come by and offer to help?" He says it all with a smile on his face, trying to repair a less than stellar first impression, then he adds, almost lamely, "I'm a healer."

[aceso]

Whatever faults he might see with his introduction, Christine either doesn't notice or doesn't make him aware of it. Instead she smiles warmly, never one to turn away help.

"The healers are under the Forces Division, for reference, but any who offer their services are welcome here and do not need to ask. We have no healer or surgeon hierarchy. We all have the same goal of making people well again." She gestures for him to follow her towards one of their supply tents so he can be shown what they have available.

"My name is Christine. And you?"

[hearher]

Her smile is reassuring and he visibly relaxes. "I'm Carolus. Everyone calls me Carlos."

"It's literally my first day in Kirkwall. I wasn't sure if it was okay to just walk in. I wouldn't want to make any patients feel uncomfortable."

II

[circleprodigy]

After another busy day at her office, Inessa just wants to settle back in the quarters she shares with Ciri and have a cup of tea. Perhaps she'll even get to read something that doesn't have 'Veil' or 'rift' in it. Garahel, however, seems to have other ideas. Easily distracted and eager to make friends, he pauses by an open door and stares at her before padding in to greet whoever caught his scent. No one minds a big war dog suddenly up in their business, right?

[hearher]

Carlos turns when he hears the animal come in and then grins widely. "Hey you," he says as he bends to scratch the animal's head. "Aren't you a charmer?" He's heard a lot about mabari but this is the first one he's met in person.

[circleprodigy]

The mabari pants happily, tilting his head into that scratching. People who shower him with affection without being asked are his favorite sort of people. Watching from the doorway, Inessa shakes her head and smiles.

"His name is Garahel, and he certainly can be. Though I warn you, give in and he'll happily pester whenever he sees you." The mabari tries to look innocent and gives a whine. He's not a pest, is he?

[hearher]

Carlos starts a bit when she speaks, but then smiles at the sight of her. He just was so focused on the animal he hadn't noticed the person the animal belonged to.

A long time ago, when he had still been under his mother's control, he would have been terrified of Garahel. She had made him believe that animals such as dogs were out to harm him. Then the men and women at the Circle had helped him unlearn all of that. Dogs were probably always going to be his favorite, though.

"I won't mind that at all. He's always going to be welcome here." Honestly, Carlos will even keep his door open a tad if he thinks there's chances a dog will randomly drop by. He might also try to tilt the odds in his favor by keeping treats.

He focused on Garahel again. "It's nice to meet you Garahel. My name is Carolus, but mostly everyone calls me Carlos." Then he straightened up and came over to greet Inessa, offering his hand to shake. "And it's nice to meet you too."

III

[el_tybs]

He was in the middle of seeing a patient when Fortitude alerted him of a familiar presence. Humming to himself - to the spirit rather but the woman didn't know that - Sam finished administrating the bandages before sending her on her way. Emerging a few moments later from his tent, Sam gave a smile at who had actually showed up.

"Carlos," he calls, only loud enough to catch attention.

[hearher]

Carlos looked over at the sound of his name and noticed Sam. "Sam?" he asked. "Of course you'd be here too. You're a spirit healer aren't you?"

[el_tybs]

"Full-fledged," he replies with a grin. Last he saw Carlos he was still technically learning and had yet earned his spirit; now he was going over a year with Fortitude.

"Are you here because you're still going with healing magic... or is there something wrong?"

[hearher]

"Congratulations!" Carlos thought he might eventually go that route. He probably would have had his own spirit by now if not for the Rebellion. Just one more thing the fighting had cost him.

"Oh, I wanted to help you. I think I'm going to be with the Research Division but I still want to heal. It's one of the things I know I'm good at."

I

[tactical_alert]

Most around Kirkwall are used to the sea, so important it is to their way of life, like the Rivani, or the Antivans. Some have the unfortunate affliction of queasiness to the rolling waves, or worse yet, a horrifying and vastly humbling fear of it.

Malcolm falls in the latter category, that fear of drowning solidified in him since youth, but it doesn't keep him from boats when he must go. Which means anyone arriving who looks as this young lad does felt that they must go.

He gets distracted from talks from a merchant unloading some supplies for the Inquisition, quietly wrapping it up and dismissing himself with terse grace. "Welcome to Kirkwall, young traveler." There's a light smirk playing on his lips. "If it's the waves that bother you, I suggest in the future you ask for a small flask from a healer to ease the way."

[hearher]

Carlos looks up at the stranger and gives him a bit of a smile. After a moment, he seems to have mostly gotten his stomach to settle.

"Do I have to go back out there any time soon? Was sort of hoping to relax on solid ground for at least a few years."

[tactical_alert]

"Depends on what brings you here. The allure of Kirkwall? The territories beyond? The Inquisition? I can point you in the right direction, if you don't need a stiff drink and a sit-down first."

[hearher]

"The Inquisition," Carlos responded. He didn't share that he was specifically looking for James Norrington just yet. He didn't want to seem like he was obsessed with the guy.

III

[gatheringstorm]

"You're blocking the way, kid." That sounded grumpier than Korrin meant it, but the pulled muscle in her leg is responsible for that, plus having people see her limp around is a bit embarrassing. She bears a staff as well, though if she was any kind of healer, this visit wouldn't be happening. It probably wouldn't even be happening if she'd injured herself elsewhere; it's not as though she can't reach said healers by crystal. But she can almost hear Araceli berating her for trudging home instead of getting it seen to first, so. Here she is.

[hearher]

Carlos started slightly and then looked up at her, surprised at the sight of her. He knew that Tal Vashoth worked for the Inquisition but he still was surprised to see one.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was thinking of offering my services to the healing tents. Did you need help?"

[gatheringstorm]

Fighting down the urge to say something sarcastic -there's that pain-induced grumpiness again- she nods. "Yeah, I do. And since you're offering, I'll take it as soon as I can sit down somewhere. If you know what you're doing, that's good enough for me." She can afford to be more social once the pain is eased, but for now...inside.

[hearher]

Carlos follows her to where she sits and considers the leg for a moment. He just wants to make sure he understands the injury. Once he's satisfied, he focuses his energy and casts Heal over the injury.

It's not spirit healing, but creation magic is good enough to make a pulled muscle better. After the spell is cast, he turns to look through one of his pouches. "Did you want a potion to keep? I mean, we wouldn't want you to hurt your leg again, but just in case it will make the walk over here more tolerable."