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WHO: Kain and OPEN
WHAT: Getting used to things at Skyhold, preparing for the upcoming mission
WHEN: Between returning from the Mire and leaving on the war table mission
WHERE: Training grounds, and generally around Skyhold
NOTES: Content warning: Kain's sense of fashion.

Training Grounds

Of course, one of the first places that Kain checks out in Skyhold is the training grounds. Anything else can wait, it's more important for him to be at his best... especially with what they're facing here. He's still getting used to everything, coming to terms with the gods' war being over for him, and with the fact that it hadn't been the end he'd expected.

So Kain can be seen practicing with his spear, slicing up targets with the well-practiced ease of a skilled warrior. Every so often he throws in something probably a lot less... expected... like a mighty Jump or a blast of Cyclone. He's intent on what he's doing, but definitely open to sparring should anyone be around.

Around Skyhold

To go along on this mission, he's got to blend in. Which means that, unfortunately, it really isn't such a great idea to wear his typical dragoon gear out there. Way too noticeable for someone posing as a hunter.

He's somehow thrown together an especially garish combination of colors and patterns for his current attempt at "blending in". There's plaidweave of course, so much plaidweave, along with ring velvet, silk, ram leather... The whole thing isn't exactly... the greatest combination of patterns and colors (but since when has Kain known how to dress aside from armor?).

He doesn't seem to notice anything amiss as he explores the area some more. There are two main places he's most likely to be run into: He's especially fond of walking high along the castle battlements and towers, where he spends a lot of time. But he will also take a break for a drink later on in the tavern as well.

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Kain has given up hope for seeing any of his comrades by now. None of them arrived with him through that rift, though he'd waited as long as he could, disappointed when that didn't seem to be the case. He's wondered where they were now, if they'd been fortunate enough to return to their homes, or if they too had been whisked away into yet other worlds.

So it's a complete surprise when he hears that familiar voice and then sees her... "Yuna...?" Can it be true? Last he'd seen of her, they'd been in much less pleasant conditions... last he'd seen had been a glimpse of her also falling as everything had gone black for him... "I didn't think... I thought I was alone here..."

It's hard for him to say the whole I've missed you thing, but he's most definitely thinking that right now. He's ached to see any of his comrades, especially those who'd been beside him in that final fight.

She hurried over, as though closing the distance would further help to either confirm or deny what she hoped to be true -- it was really him! Once she was close enough she drew her hands up towards her chest, trying to contain her happiness, though it brimmed over in the corner of her eyes in the form of a happy glisten.

Her smile was just as bright, and thankful, though Yuna stopped herself from reaching out, knowing Kain was the sort that needed warming up to that kind of thing as it was.

"I..." she shook her head, starting over, knowing the feeling that he spoke of -- she had thought she would be alone here also. "It's really you, isn't it? You came through the a rift?" and down her eyes glanced towards his hand. "Did you -- the mark? Is it...?" Did he have it as well?

After all of the strangeness of this place, it’s so comforting to see a familiar face, one who he trusts above so many others, one who he knows he can count on. He’s still getting to know this place and while he has seem some potential in those he’s met, it takes him a long time to get to know people. To trust them.

Kain remains as stoic as ever, but he really is happy, so relieved to see her. His lips may even for a moment quirk up into something close to a smile. “It’s true, I came through a rift… it seems there are several of us here who did…. though I have yet to see anyone else from the gods’ war.” He raises his left hand to show off the mark. At least it stopped hurting now, and he could grip his spear like normal. “It seems the mark is a consequence of our arrival.”

She nodded at his words, "It was the same for me... maybe more than a month ago, now." Yuna's head bowed slightly, reflecting on her own journey back to Skyhold from chilly Haven -- and how she'd wished she'd dressed better for the occasion. Which... brought her back into the reality of the situation.

"Um..." her lips pressed together, wondering how to gently address the situation, as her gaze trailed back up the length of his outfit. "Did -- something happen to your armour?"

"A month? I wonder why there's such a difference in time... Did you... Were you brought here from the end of the manikin battle as well?" Or, well. It had been the end for him and for all the rest of them, as far as that world was concerned.

Kain glances down at his strange outfit, realizing how this must seem. He shakes his head. "The armor is fine, but I'm going on a mission where it's important to blend in. So I'm... doing that. Blending in." No, he's not very good at that sort of thing, at all, nor entirely comfortable in something that's not his armor.

A nod, she couldn't explain it herslf, but then, if they'd died -- who could say where they'd rested until this seeming revival. She blinked at his explanation, wondering where he hoped to fit in in an outfit like that. But when she glanced over his face, she realized it was one of the few times she'd actually seen him without his helmet... He even looked -- handsome, in a way.

Except for those clothes. Yuna had a cousin that might appreciate the wide array of fabrics and colours but for reasons beyond his control, it did nothing for Kain. "That is... ah, I see. Whereabouts are you headed on your mission?"

Hopefully it was somewhere bright. Maybe even eye-searingly so.

A revival in a world not their own… the thought is troubling, maybe their souls got misdirected or something, maybe there was more to it than simply not getting to fight in any more cycles. Kain has been wondering about this for a while now, but unless Cosmos herself appears, he doubts they’ll have any answers anytime soon.

“We’re to be acting like hunters and merchants, in some other frozen region of this world. At least it’s mountainous, though…” Still totally oblivious to the clothing, hey, it would definitely fit in, in Baron.

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