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Carlos DeVil ([personal profile] hearher) wrote in [community profile] faderift2017-10-19 04:11 pm

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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.
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[personal profile] judgemewhole 2017-10-23 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] judgemewhole 2017-10-23 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] aceso 2017-10-19 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
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[personal profile] aceso 2017-10-19 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"

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[personal profile] circleprodigy 2017-10-20 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] circleprodigy 2017-10-20 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
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?

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[personal profile] el_tybs 2017-10-20 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] el_tybs 2017-10-20 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"

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[personal profile] tactical_alert 2017-10-23 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] tactical_alert 2017-10-24 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."

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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2017-10-23 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] gatheringstorm 2017-10-24 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
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.

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