[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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[universal_charm]

“You don’t listen well. I’m not part of the Inquisition,” he repeated, making his markings, seemingly ignoring Thor’s grip.

He twisted and rolled his shoulder, dislodging the others grip and continuing his notations.

“Doesn’t matter if they can see. What matters is I figure out where I am,” he said earnestly. “If I don’t they can’t find me. They’ll never find me. The star ocean is to big, this planet to small.”

He turned back to Thor and grunted, poking at his boot to get him to move. He was standing where a polstar went - an important marker. He shouldn’t forget it. No, he couldn’t. Don’t forget it. Map it map it map map map.

[thorndergod]

"You are mad, and you will," he says firmly, grabbing the stick he's being poked with and yanking it out of the man's hands, "stop poking me. Do you have a minder? Or is this city so poor that they don't care if their madmen are out in the cold alone?"

[universal_charm]

"Just because someone understands something you don't doesn't make them mad," Kirk retorted, his usual diplomatic filter eradicated in the face of the fever, to much of his mind concerned with the map and the stars. Diplomacy had no place right now.

He reached for his drawing tool, grasping it and jerking sharply to try and get it back.

"I know stars. And I need to map them."

[thorndergod]

"Someone drawing in the dirt while mumbling to themselves, intent to be seen in the open doing that and convinced their dirt drawings will draw the right sort of attention is mad," Thor says with calm conviction.

After a glance at his brother, he gives up. There is no point in helping a madman in a foreign country when he has no idea what shape the help here takes. The stick gets dropped on the ground before Thor turns to walk away.

"Kirkwall is more disappointing than I anticipated."

[hwaaaitsme]

"It is certainly a haven for unsettled souls," Loki agrees and backs away himself. He considers incapacitating the man but, as it is, Loki would hardly mind if he summoned up some ancient demon.

Crushing half of Kirkwall might actually improve the city.

"Quickly, let us depart before he actually calls something forth. I have no desire to be blamed for his good works."

And he would, immediately, if history had taught him anything.

[universal_charm]

"Super nova," Kirk suddenly stated, pointing to where Thor had stepped, his stick for a moment forgotten. He said it in such a way like it only just occurred to him, or perhaps he had just remembered. It was so hard to keep up with his own mind right now, because this itch he had to keep scratching before it drove him mad. "Last light of a dying star."

His gaze turned back to his own feet, mumbling something in a series of numbers and letters, his brow scrunched. It made sense to him, the calculations he had learned in school, though running them by hand was a daunting task. Still, he could try. Cover the distances. Find where he was. He just had to keep map map map...