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[CLOSED STARTERS + OPEN] Month long catch all
WHO: Christine + closed starters + OPEN
WHAT: Meeting new people and catching up with friends/acquaintances throughout Firstfall
WHEN: spanning the entirety of Firstfall whenever convenient for you character
WHERE: The Gallows, the docks
WHAT: Meeting new people and catching up with friends/acquaintances throughout Firstfall
WHEN: spanning the entirety of Firstfall whenever convenient for you character
WHERE: The Gallows, the docks
{ open to all: wildcard option }
Christine's schedule rarely deviates. She arrives at the Gallows in the morning, heads to the kitchens for tea, then her office where she spends a few hours. If it's a red lyrium research day, she can be found heading towards the basement where they have a warded laboratory for experiments, though no one except her team is actually allowed inside, so you'll have to catch her on the way. If it's not such a day, she heads to the infirmary and heals patients for several hours as well. Add in lunch and moving between rooms and buildings to see people, and she's pretty easy to find.
{ closed to adalia }
The day dawns foggy with a crispness to the air as people awake and attend to their duties at the Gallows. For Christine, it's an early morning trek from her house in Lowtown to her office in the central tower, but today she stops first at the infirmary to see to her patients from the day before. The fog closes in around the island and she steps out from the infirmary, producing a small wisp of light that she sends out ahead of her to light her way to the tower. Along the way, she nods politely to those she passes, well aware that some still don't like seeing a mage perform magic openly.
Though she has reports to read in her office, she's in no rush to start, and will be making herself a cup of tea before she dives in. That time can also be used for conversation, should anyone need her.
{ closed to skadi }
Though she's spent time with Skadi in the past, there is still much about the woman Christine has yet to discover. In particular, she's interested in learning about the hold gods that Skadi grew up with, and what being a Spirit Warrior is like. One afternoon, she sets aside her work a bit early to meet with Skadi over at the stables, where they can take out horses and have an open conversation without eavesdroppers.
She arrives promptly at the time they agreed upon and gives Skadi a smile. "Good afternoon. As you can imagine, I am looking forward to discussing the Fade and spirits with you."
{ closed to carlos }
Now that he's more settled in, Christine is happy to take Carlos under her wing and instruct him with working as a healer within an Inquisition base. After showing him around the place, she's set him loose to tend to patients, with herself hovering close by in case he needs help or a second opinion. She's also ready to swoop in should she feel he's making a mistake, but she hasn't seen reason to just yet.
Standing within earshot, she organizes a set of potion bottles so their labels all face outward again, and waits to see how he handles this latest case.
{ closed to elros }
Despite the Inquisition's remodeling, Christine really only stays in the Gallows for a few hours at a time because her office and the infirmary are there, not to mention their research laboratory for red lyrium, tucked away behind warded walls in the basement. She will never be comfortable in a place where her fellow mages as well as Tranquil were treated so horrendously by the Templars. Their pain and sorrow will forever be etched into the stonework. And so she can often be found down at the dock where the boats transport people from the island back to Kirkwall's docks, staring out across the water. It's better than sitting in the shadow of those imposing towers, much like the shadows of the Templars who used to breath down her neck at Montsimmard.
{ closed to myr }
It isn't often that Christine speaks out about her thoughts on the Circle system. She well knows that Montsimmard Circle was more lenient than other Circles, but that didn't mean it wasn't a prison in her eyes. Yet the fact she doesn't voice these thoughts out loud means assumptions might be made, such as today. Out walking in the Gallows, Myr's sensitive ears will likely pick up the end of a conversation between Christine and another woman.
"It's just... well, you seemed so level-headed, I only assumed you were a Loyalist."
"Libertarians are not without sense. Those who claim the title, then use blood magic or make deals with demons to destroy the innocent are not Libertarians; they are selfless and psychotic. My ideals are nothing like theirs."
"They are still far too lenient, in my opinion. And as this meeting is for Loyalists only, it seems I can't invite you after all."
"C'est la vie. I wish you a good day, Enchanter."
The other woman sniffs in distaste and her footsteps loudly clack across the stone as she leaves, but Christine stays in place a moment longer before she spots Myr and heads towards him.
"Hello," she begins, unsure if he needs help or if he's perfectly capable of navigating the Gallows unaided. It seems presumptious to ask, but a healer always wishes to help.
{ closed to thranduil }
Today the weather has broke from the near constant cold and drizzle, leaving the sky a brillant blue dotted with flocks of birds migrating north towards warmer temperatures. But Christine is unable to see it, as she's been inside all day, reading reports. And now she must put off going outside for a little longer, as Thranduil has requested to see her. Setting aside her paperwork, she rises and stretches, before making her way towards his office, walking at a leisurely pace because she's always early. Knocking on his door, she announces herself.
"It is Christine Delacroix, ser."
{ closed to the medicine seller }
Christine is incredibly work-oriented, and it's not unusual to see her going over reports, supplies, and the like even when she's supposed to be taking a break. There's only so long a person can work around red lyrium before they need a week long break, and she's in the midst of such a break right now. And even though she's out of work to do, still she heads to the infirmary, reorganizing what's already been organized by herself.
Eventually her hands are empty, there are no patients, and she has to admit defeat with a sigh. Time to walk around the Gallows to see where she can be of use.
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"Anyway, enough of that depressing subject. What about that new home you were building? It sounded like an exciting time for you."
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"It is! It's an island - the Valar pulled it up out of the sea for us, a reward, if you like, for all the long years of war and standing against the dark. Little enough, for the widows and the mothers with empty arms, but it is a safe place - a good place to rebuild! We're going to build a new home there, one where we can raise our children. We're just getting the fields ready before the winter hits, and then we can really get started on the houses. We've got basic structures up, of course, and the elves are helping us build, but it'll be a while yet before we have stone walls for everyone. Hopefully we'll beat the winter storms! I named it Elenna - 'Starwards' in the common tongue."
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He nods.
"Ah, sorry - I keep forgetting people won't know... alright, so the Ainur is the collective term for the powers that wrought our world, and the Valar (that's a plural, the singular is Vala for the males, and Valie for the females) are the most powerful of those spirits, and the Maia are... well, all the others. There are seven lords, and seven ladies, and one fallen, who... well. Let's just say, all those long years of war? His fault, the bastard. My family hold particular fondness for Ulmo, the Lord of the Waters, or maybe I should say he's very fond of us? I still see Osse Stormbringer & Uinen Sea Queen, his greatest vassals, from time to time. Although I think Osse just is happy to find someone who doesn't mind his storms, really."
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"Ah, spirits. They work a little differently here. I take it you see them in your world instead of in dreams?" Not that she only sees her spirit of Faith in her dreams. Because they work together, Christine can feel her presence beside her and feel Faith's thoughts, without the need for the spirit to actually possess her.
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"I was talking to Cirdan's mariners, and there are some experimental designs to see about faster ships, but if you're transporting large crew across open ocean, there's a limit to how small you can safely make it, you know?"
"Hm, well, that's if they show up at all in physical form? I've seen Osse and Uinen - but Ulmo I only hear, sometimes. Eonwe wore physical form to lead the War of Wrath, but there were other maia involved - mostly unclad though, or they looked like birds or deer or something."
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"I can understand that. It is good they are a presence in your lives."
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"It's odd. We could hear them, as children growing up, but the wild ones of the world tend not to show themselves, not even to Luthien's line. But ever since the War... well. I'm glad Osse visits, at least."
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"I am sure those ones who enjoy the water will come visit on your island." Which reminds hers...
Standing up, she pauses to stretch, looking back towards the the buildings behind her on the island that makes up the Gallows.
"I have enjoyed speaking with you, but I realize I should have returned to work by now."
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"Ai! Forgive me. I had not realised so much time had passed. I did not mean to keep you from your work - will there be any trouble?"
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"But I did so enjoy our conversation! I hope I will see you again?"
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"I will be about - I look forwards to speaking more with you!"