[open] tiptoe through the window

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and yoooou
WHAT: though still very much under supervision, Bene is out of confinement and Ready To Party
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: The Gallows mostly
NOTES: Always assume there's a Templar nearby. If you're the Templar, that should be easy

I. Out and About

If one didn't know Benedict is a prisoner, and if he weren't dressed in the plain garb of an Inquisition Nobody, one might think he's a visiting prince. Which... in a sense he is, though the visit is somewhat less on his terms and is still essentially captivity.
However, he is now allowed outside, able to walk around and do things and look at people, often with the kind of scrutinizing gaze one might expect from a duchess eyeing a lizard on the ground. He's not here to make friends, he's here to be Kirkwall's Next Top Model.
Or to just. ....wait things out. Whatever the case, he's in transit and acting very needlessly fancy about it.

II. The Library

He tried to continue his Boredom Strike within the quarters assigned to him by the Inquisition, but Benedict did, after some weeks, eventually cave. He's back to researching rifts and Old Gods and all that witch hunty rubbish that the south seems so keen on ascribing to Tevinter, half the time just making up nonsense to put in his notes in the off-chance anyone is actually paying attention. In these moments he looks less like a stuck-up princeling and more like a petulant schoolboy, doodling on his parchment and doing just about everything in his power to ensure nobody thinks they're the boss of him.

III. Wildcard

Dare ye visit his chambers in the old Templar tower? Catch him dining with the unwashed masses or encountering snow, which has become his newest mortal enemy? (Hit me up if you want a specific prompt.)

Comments

[altusimperius]

"The Chantry? I do." He shrugs easily. "It wasn't unprecedented, based on what else I've heard." As far as he's concerned, the mages took their sweet time taking back some control.

[foundmyselfagain]

"The Chantry blowing up? Or the Rite of Annulment, where the head of the Templars tried to cull the entire Circle?" His eyebrows raise, and there's a sharpness in his voice--not directed at Benedict, exactly. "Or the part where the entire city caught on fire and there were riots as people tried to escape? Because that last part, definitely. It happens every couple years, seems like."

He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Been at least ten since the last one, though. But I'm sure it's just waiting to catch us off guard."

[altusimperius]

Slightly taken aback by the shift in tone, Benedict stares at Gareth for a moment, weighing his words. "....the Chantry blowing up," he confirms, sounding a little uneasy. He knew about the rest as well, but didn't realize that was included.

[foundmyselfagain]

Oh. He made it weird (again). It's not like this guy was responsible for any of that, he's just some weird mage. So he just thinks on it and gives a shrug. "You mean with that whole conclave thing? It does seem to happen more often than you'd think."

He resists going on a ramble about how the Maker doesn't seem very concerned about the state of his Chantries, but that'd probably just be weird again. Instead, after a few moments of thought, he sticks his hand out, and gives Bene a cheerful smile.

"I'm Gareth, by the way. Don't worry, I'm sure nothing will actually blow up."

[altusimperius]

This is weird. This little dude is weird and in another lifetime Bene never would've had to talk to someone like him, because there would be several buffers in the way, between his parents and the guards and... common decency. But here he is.

"No, I mean--" he begins, but sighs, deciding not to pursue it. The Kirkwall Chantry, he knows what the Conclave is, he's not an idiot, but perhaps this is most sensibly laid to rest.
"...Benedict," he offers in return, taking Gareth's hand for a dainty, slightly avoidant shake.

[foundmyselfagain]

That's good enough for Gareth, at least for the moment. He gives Benedict a shake in return, smiling as though it weren't rather obvious Benedict would rather be....anywhere else, being bothered by anyone else. But that's just life, especially here.

"Nice t' meet you, Benedict. I, um. Hope things work out for you." He jerks his head at the Templars at this. There's clearly something up there, and hopefully, they get booted, or murdered, or something. Or fall under a mysterious illness where they turn blue! But what are the chances of that happening.

[altusimperius]

None at all, at this point in time!
"Thanks," Benedict murmurs, in one of the very few times he has verbally expressed gratitude, however limited. Perhaps they'll meet again later, and he'll have more to say. Perhaps he'll stick his head in a bucket.