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[goldsteins]

WHO: Tina Goldstein and you!
WHAT: A demiguise has decided to go exploring
WHEN: Early Bloomingtide
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: Please have fun with it! The demiguise won't do anything harmful other than maybe spooking someone when she opens a door while invisible. And should she not run from you she probably waits expectantly... for something? someone?

"Where in the name of Deliverance Dane..."

Of all the things Tina Goldstein expected to be doing today hunting down a demiguise was not one of them. Since their arrival in Kirkwall and subsequently the Gallows she'd kept her head down: Read a few books in the library, tried to learn something of the weaponry (and failed), and did whatever task that the Scouting division had given her with very little talk to other people.

Despite the fact it had been weeks she still felt very little reason to trust the circumstances that the Inquistion took rifters in under. It wasn't strictly out of kindness and she wasn't going to convince herself that they weren't just there to be under lock-and-key and used when necessary. Not with the way the natives of Kirkwall saw them or the way they thought of magic. She was used to hiding her magic, but Mercy Lewis as if magic was the least of their problems around here--

Her disgruntlements she keeps largely to herself, however, and doesn't speak of them even to Newt. She rarely talked to anyone freely, be they rifter or native, and that wasn't completely unusual of her-- But she knew her sister would frown and insist she need to at least try. Which was maybe why she was regretting naming Malcha the demiguise after her. Because she was forcing her to do the talking she really didn't want to do right now.

It was like she was playing hide-and-seek and the one who was hiding was both quick and even better at hiding than anyone else.

The residents of the Gallows might find that a creature figures out how to open their door and enters-- Or maybe it opens and closes seemingly on its own. If you catch sight of the creature it might stare unblinkingly at you as if waiting for your response. If you don't move it'll offer you whatever it can find on the ground nearby, a token of peace. Or if you come towards it the creature might simply disappear and dart away.

Someone is on its tail, however, and maybe she arrives just before the creature does or maybe after it's shown up and has settled into sitting nearby. Regardless, she always appears a little annoyed and out of breath when she asks:

"Sorry. Haven't seen an animal come by have you? White fur, but monkeyish." A beat and she adds in. "No doors opening on their own?"

Comments

[byblow]

"Invisibly," Alistair says, but not with concern. Interest, more like. A little bit of delight.

He moves carefully around the desk, legs moving with the same slow caution he'd use if he were trying to walk around in the dark and not sure where the furniture might be—or more caution. He bangs his legs on furniture in the dark all the time. Bit mean to do it to an invisible monkey, though.

"The door did open, but later it opened again. If she was here before, she might have left."

He feels around in the empty air in front of him regardless.

[goldsteins]

"Yes," she confirmed, voice clipped-- As if she was still ready to defend the creature in question (which she was, quite).

Her gaze on the man careful, waiting for a response that wasn't seemingly gently maneuvering around the area. Her lips pressed together as she glanced at the door with a frown. "She knows better than to go opening doors to strange places," She mumbled to herself, admittedly unsure if the demiguise did know. At least Malcha had always acted like she listened when she spoke, but she didn't speak demiguise any.

"She might still be here; I figure she's playing a game at this point."