[open] Two Tevinter Mages Walk into Kirkwall

[thorndergod]

WHO: Thor and Loki of House Asgard, you!
WHAT: Joining the Inquisition
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Racism likely.

1. Open - In the Gallows

It's bright and early when two unknown men stroll into the Gallows, heads high. The taller, blonder one seems cheerful as he looks around.

"Grim and cold! We are truly in the south now. Which ones do you suppose are the... servants?" It's a narrow save.

"The ones with the pointed ears, as always," the dark haired man replies and settles his arms across his chest. He regards the courtyard with open distaste and his expression becomes one of resignation, after a beat. "Though we are in the south, so perhaps it is merely the poor that serve them. Their shoes should be sufficient indication."

"Shoes. Of course." The blond man starts peering at people's feet openly, making no effort to hide his scrutiny or lower his voice. "All of their shoes are poor, so perhaps all of these are servants. You there! Who is in charge? Who do two new allies need to speak with when joining?" He points at someone mostly at random.

2. Closed to Beleth

Beleth Ashara. It is an elfy name. Thor holds his misgivings close to his chest as he leads the way up the stairs as directed. Has the Inquisition already started its fall? What aid will they be in the fight against Corypheus and the Venatori if they've begun to falter? They are questions he'll ask his brother later. For now, he's approaching the open door of an office and knocking hard on it, breaking into a wide smile despite his assumption proving true.

"Greetings! I am Thor of House Asgard, this is my brother Loki, and we are here to join the Inquisition! I have papers of introduction from my father." With full confidence he holds them out. There is no way an elf could find fault or flaw in the words of Odin.

3. Open - In Hightown

Kirkwall is...tolerable, in the right light and in the right neighborhood. Where the docks and the lower levels of the city had been unbearably diverse and grimy, the finer neighborhoods are far less of both. Hightown is decorous, lovely, and well manicured. The air is clearer, the sun is brighter, and there many, many fewer of the lower classes meandering about. It isn't Tevinter but, overall, it's not a terrible place to spend a few months...or however long this whole situation takes to resolve.

It can't be terribly long, not once they've contributed their own talents to the cause.

"I imagine the view would be excellent if we can see that portion of the harbor," Loki comments and gestures down toward the sprawling ocean view beyond. It is mostly obscured by mansions. Mansions that Loki would like to own in the near future (ideally to demolish to construct a proper villa, but that was a plan for another day).

"What say you, brother, shall we purchase that one?" Loki asks and Thor, at his side. Thor, to his credit, takes a moment to peer at the house, to give it a proper amount of scrutiny, and then all but shouts:

"Yes! I like it! We shall take it!"

The owners, leaving their house and headed toward the market, seem utterly confused by the announcement.

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Comments

[thunderproof]

"She is right fucking here, and next person to talk about her like she isn't is getting a lightning bolt in the eyeball!" Adalia snaps. She has enough self-control that she can give a warning, at least, but she really is just about at the end of her tether when it comes to these strangers. Atticus, at least, is a known element, one who has never made her feel less for her pointed ears. That he's called her his apprentice is — new. But she's not about to question an ally against these two assholes.

"Atticus has had the good sense not to call me elf like that describes the entirety of my being, so yes, I like him. A good deal more than I like you, you little —"

Charis sits up on his hind legs and puts a paw on Adalia's knee, stopping her just shy of a cure-ridden tirade.

[minrathousian]

"Benedict attempted to hex me during our shared tenure in the Gallows dungeons, in fact," Atticus responds to Loki mildly, having little compunction over being transparent regarding his imprisonment. If they didn't know before now, surely all it would take was a little gossip to reveal the truth. That one is hardly a card to play close to one's chest. He gestures vaguely with one hand. "As you can imagine, I had little say in the matter after that. He remains in the custody of these Southern Templars."

Whereas Atticus, it is neatly implied, does not.

He makes no attempt to curtail Adalia's righteous tirade against the two in front of her; in fact, it causes the barest of smiles to curve up the corners of his lips. Yes, he's selected a veritable viper in their midst, hasn't he?

[thorndergod]

Good sense. Thor wonders what Loki could do with Adalia, if there is room to maneuver, if Loki could out-manipulate Atticus. He might pay to see a show of that, though Atticus has the advantage of time here.

"Little Benedict has grown something of a backbone?" he asks, amused and also curious. He's not familiar with all of Loki's hangers-on, but a few had stood out enough for him to mark. ...And then avoid if they'd gotten involved with Atticus or a few other magisters Thor doesn't exactly care to deal with. Tevinter is large and populated with enough people that he can avoid the ones he feels could turn on anyone around them.

Loki is a special exception.

But continuing with the curious, he glances at Adalia. "Is lightning your specialty?" Primal is his strength; he has yet to find an elf who can match him in it.

[hwaaaitsme]

"Ah but my apologies, I meant no disrespect," Loki says to Adalia, heedless of Atticus's presence nearby. "My brother is...he has trouble with words upon occasion."

She is skilled in lightning, Maker help him if she gets it in her brain to attack them. He has had enough trouble with lightning for one lifetime and he'd rather not suffer a bolt of it with Vedici standing by.

"My brother is very skilled with lightning magic, if that is your skill, I am certain he would love to discuss it with you." Loki translates to try to placate the elf. "I, unfortunately, have no taste for such things...but I would not be opposed to discussing your..." He looks down at the creature, the dragon, at her leg.

"What was it's name again?"