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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?"

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[somethingwild]

Newt turns from where he stands, food in one hand as he prepares to go check in on and feed the Fade-touched moths he'd discovered the other month. His expression brightens at the sight of Tina, but then he registers what it is she's actually said (after, perhaps, staring her lovely cheeks a second too long) and straightens.

"Not recently," he answers, glancing up and down the street that they currently find themselves on. Merlin, he only hopes Malcha isn't in Hightown; that could cause serious problems, not the least for the Demiguise.

"When did she escape?" He shifts the food to better hold it, making ready to help accompany Tina on her search.

[byblow]

"Oh," Alistair says, looking up from a map and assortment of papers he's strewn across one of three desks crammed into the Wardens' borrowed office. "I assumed that was the—the haunting, you know."

He waves a hand to indicate their surroundings, generally, which are no longer as haunted as they used to be, where haunted is a perhaps inaccurate but blessedly concise stand-in for infested with red lyrium and spirits mimicking traumatic events of the past. It's been taken care of. Mostly. But it was nonetheless his first assumption when the door open and shut for no apparent reason, and not unusual enough for him to stop working and sound alarms.

While Alistair smiles at her, he's moving the papers over the map. It's not subtle, but he isn't really trying. Wardens have their secrets. If she doesn't know that, she'll have to learn it sooner or later. Map covered, he stands up and looks around the room, which seems empty.

"You have a monkey that's a mage?"

[justnice]

"Monkeyish," Finch repeats, blankly, straightening a bit on his mop. "What's that like, then?"

Behind him, a bucket sloshes omiously.