WHO: Christine, Ellana, Tessa, Minka, & Julian WHAT: doing various things throughout the latter half of Cloudreach WHEN: Cloudreach 15th - Cloudreach 30th WHERE: The Gallows
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Looking up, Tessa's brow furrows at the guy giving her lip. She's close to giving him some attitude right back, but reminds herself that it's her first day and she's had to suck up to people at her crappy minimum wage jobs before. This is no different.
"Back home we have guns," she starts mildly as she turns around, turning out her hand to show the green glow from her palm. "Still, I've beaten zombies to death with baseball bats, fence posts, whatever I could find. But no, we don't have weapons like these there anymore." Sheepishly, she approaches, hand fishing a folded up piece of parchment from her back pocket. Tessa's loathe to give up her jeans here, though she's had to wash them a couple times already so she doesn't become 'that smelly Rifter.' Eventually she should look into fitting in better, but it'll be a process to dress in Thedas style clothes. She's not sure if this guy is a random passerby or someone of authority, but she decides to play it safe as she hands the parchment over.
"Sorry if I screwed up. My orders say I'm supposed to clean this closet out to see which weapons are broken and which can be looked at. I was under the impression they were all dull but... it's my first day." So please, please go easy on her.
The word 'guns' was all he needed to hear. She was a Rifter, and Rifters had a mixed history on whether or not they had control over weapons like this. His arms unfolded, as he took the parchment from her. He nodded his head for a moment. "My apologies, serah. I was unaware they sent down another person to help with our older weaponry."
A wry expression took over his face, "Which would have been nice to know, considering I run the armory, but still. I never turn down willing help."
He nodded towards the closet where she is pulling weapons out of. "These particular items have already been sorted out. I'm going to have them melted down to be used for other things. However, we do have a pile of weapons that have come fresh from our latest campaign that do need to be sorted."
He started to easily picking up the weapons, carrying them back to the closet. "So after we clean this up, if you would be so kind as to follow me?"
Oh, nice. So this is the dude she should be reporting to on this job. Good thing she kept her cool. Following him in his task of putting back her mess, she replies, "Yeah, totally. I'm Tessa. What's your name?" Because she really should know who to report to in future if she has to do something of this nature again.
James neatly stacked the items back, but did pause to offer his hand to the young woman. It is calloused, covered in ink and faint scars, a warrior who did a lot of paperwork. "Knight Commander James Norrington. However, just call me Norrington."
She takes the hand without looking too closely at it, but the feel of his callouses has her looking down for a closer inspection. The ink stains are sort of amusing, until she reminds herself that they don't have easily disposable pens in plastic casings here. They probably get a lot of ink blots. For her part, her hand seems typical for a young woman, though more banged up than one might expect. The pad of her palm under her thumb is calloused and there are several still pink scars along the back of her hand. Her knuckles have some nicks too, and there are a few random splotchy scars near her cuticles from her job as a cleaner, and the harsh chemicals seeping through the cheap gloves to burn her skin.
"Norrington, got it. You a last name kinda guy? You could call me MacKenzie if you want." Though not Mac. That's what people called her dad, and she feels like it should be reserved for him.
"Knight Commander sounds pretty badass, if you don't mind me saying so." Yeah, she's still trying to be semi-polite in an effort to not screw up her first day. It's hard to know if he's literally her superior or not, but it'd be for the best to not cause trouble, especially as a Rifter.
He's not entirely certain why a lady's hands would have such marks and scars, so he has to conclude that she came from a working class family. She also seemed to be some sort of warrior - or at least someone who did not back away from a fight. Good they needed more people like that.
"For those working with me, yes. Anything else has to be earned, Mackenzie. As I have to earn your respect in turn." He stated simply standing back.
His mouth twitches up at the corners, "It is, actually. I am the ...de-facto representative of the Templars for the Inquisition. I am also the Head of the Armory."
If someone were to call Tessa a warrior, she'd laugh. She's a short little thing who's somehow lucked out and managed to stay alive. The truth is, she is a warrior of a kind, but she doesn't recognize it in herself. At least not yet.
"Oh, ok." She nods her head as if she understands, and does take a second to wrack her brain to recall if she's heard the name before.
Nope. Nothing. Wait-- maybe something from history? Or the movies? But neither of those apply here.
"Um, yeah. I was told about it. I mean, about the Chantry and the Maker." Of course, her source was an apostate mage, so not someone too inclined to think well of either.
Tessa knows of people who fight in the name of religion, but she has no idea exactly what that means here. Stuff from the nightly news at home doesn't really translate the exact same way.
"So you guys can have side jobs? I mean, being a Templar obviously doesn't mean you can't work here too."
"Oh good, all right." That's a relief. Honestly they really did need to get those classes going once more, about what Thedas was all about. These newcomers had absolutely no idea what was going on.
There was a pause, before he stated simply, "I am a Templar of the Inquisition - which means whatever job they assign me, I do to the best of my abilities. There are few blood mages running around here ... that I know of, so I am putting my expertise with weaponry and armor to good use by running the armory proper."
"Blood mages," she replies with her head cocked, as if she's unsure if he's making that up. "Please don't tell me they drink blood." Don't tell her vampires are real. She's already heard about there being werewolves here and doesn't want to be the protagonist of a young adult supernatural romance, please. She's way too old for starters.
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"Back home we have guns," she starts mildly as she turns around, turning out her hand to show the green glow from her palm. "Still, I've beaten zombies to death with baseball bats, fence posts, whatever I could find. But no, we don't have weapons like these there anymore." Sheepishly, she approaches, hand fishing a folded up piece of parchment from her back pocket. Tessa's loathe to give up her jeans here, though she's had to wash them a couple times already so she doesn't become 'that smelly Rifter.' Eventually she should look into fitting in better, but it'll be a process to dress in Thedas style clothes. She's not sure if this guy is a random passerby or someone of authority, but she decides to play it safe as she hands the parchment over.
"Sorry if I screwed up. My orders say I'm supposed to clean this closet out to see which weapons are broken and which can be looked at. I was under the impression they were all dull but... it's my first day." So please, please go easy on her.
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A wry expression took over his face, "Which would have been nice to know, considering I run the armory, but still. I never turn down willing help."
He nodded towards the closet where she is pulling weapons out of. "These particular items have already been sorted out. I'm going to have them melted down to be used for other things. However, we do have a pile of weapons that have come fresh from our latest campaign that do need to be sorted."
He started to easily picking up the weapons, carrying them back to the closet. "So after we clean this up, if you would be so kind as to follow me?"
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"Norrington, got it. You a last name kinda guy? You could call me MacKenzie if you want." Though not Mac. That's what people called her dad, and she feels like it should be reserved for him.
"Knight Commander sounds pretty badass, if you don't mind me saying so." Yeah, she's still trying to be semi-polite in an effort to not screw up her first day. It's hard to know if he's literally her superior or not, but it'd be for the best to not cause trouble, especially as a Rifter.
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"For those working with me, yes. Anything else has to be earned, Mackenzie. As I have to earn your respect in turn." He stated simply standing back.
His mouth twitches up at the corners, "It is, actually. I am the ...de-facto representative of the Templars for the Inquisition. I am also the Head of the Armory."
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"Oh, ok." She nods her head as if she understands, and does take a second to wrack her brain to recall if she's heard the name before.
Nope. Nothing. Wait-- maybe something from history? Or the movies? But neither of those apply here.
"Er, What are the Templars?"
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-- or then again...
"...the Templars are a religious order of warriors, who fight in the name of the Maker." Another pause, "Do you know who the Maker is?"
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Tessa knows of people who fight in the name of religion, but she has no idea exactly what that means here. Stuff from the nightly news at home doesn't really translate the exact same way.
"So you guys can have side jobs? I mean, being a Templar obviously doesn't mean you can't work here too."
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There was a pause, before he stated simply, "I am a Templar of the Inquisition - which means whatever job they assign me, I do to the best of my abilities. There are few blood mages running around here ... that I know of, so I am putting my expertise with weaponry and armor to good use by running the armory proper."
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