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faderift2015-12-06 04:38 pm
motherfucking_ghost) wrote in faderift2015-12-06 04:38 pm
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at any second now I think it all might fall apart
WHO: Leonard Church and open
WHAT: Loud-mouthed Rifter is loud. He also has a body with which he's kind of trying not to get dissociated from. So that's a thing. Rifters gonna rift, basically.
WHEN: In the days after the scouting trips have left
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: N/A
Kitchens
Church has...slowly been picking things up in his stay here in High Fantasy Land. Adelaide's stern warning not to go around telling people he was a ghost (or, apparently, some manner of spirit-and-or-demon) has so far been heeded, since it seems there's already an air of distrust, and, well, he'd really rather not get a sword through the gut. But it still might come out.
Because the other thing he's been picking up in High Fantasy Land is getting used to a real boy's body. Sure, a lot of it comes naturally. Walking. General movements. Blinking. Breathing. Automatic functions. But there's also the stuff he's become more consciously aware of. That he still knows how to do, technically, but his hole-filled memory means remembering eating a chicken leg is one thing, whereas the realization that he has, in fact, never actually eaten before slides unsettlingly into place.
Maybe the food here isn't that good and isn't that much, given how many people the Inquisition has to feed, and maybe some people are miffed that someone who technically isn't part of the Inquisition gets to have a share (cuz, y'know, where else are Rifters gonna go until the ~phenomenon~ gets better researched), but here Church is, at some point or another, savoring. The first meals he's ever technically had. And he's decided that eating rocks. It's no wonder Grif does nothing but fucking eat.
Stables
A stable (heh) sleep schedule is still so far elusive. Again, he remembers sleep. He's also pretty sure he could sleep (or...power down or get put into sleep mode??) before, but it's kind of like interdimensional jet lag. And trying to let his body work out how much sleep is too much or not enough. It basically being winter now isn't helping, when the sun comes up late and goes down early. Hell, he's used to planets where the sun basically never sets!
It isn't like Church has an particular fondness for animals, that he knows of, but he hasn't visited the stables yet, so why the fuck not. And despite all the open air, it's actually pretty cozy and warm in here. When he sits on a bit of hay, look, he doesn't mean to nod off, but his body decides, yep, this is a good place for a nap.
A horse may or may not be chewing on his hair.
Armory
It's probably a bad idea to argue with someone who not only has a lot of weapons and armor around, but makes them. For a living.
So obviously that's what he's gonna fucking do. Because there has got to be something better. The argument started as mere conversation but has slowly and steadily reached a volume where a small gaggle of onlookers has stopped to watch how long until Church is hefted up and physically thrown out.
"Do you see what this means?!" he goes on, pointing to his sharded hand. "It means I'm from somewhere else, a place where I know a little bit more about otherworldly weapons than you probably do! So when I say," he continues, emphatically motioning the whole while, "hey, that's cool what you've got there, but do you have anything else, like any of these rad future weapons, you're supposed to say, gee, that sounds cool, why don't you tell me about them! Not threaten to bean me over the head with a helmet! I'm just trying to help!"
Needless to say, the armorer is Not Impressed with the 'rad' and 'cool' 'future' weapons Church is attempting to list. Something something plasma sword (that is, somehow, also a key?), something something assault rifle, something something basic fucking gunpowder how far behind the times are you people?!, and the like.
And don't even get him started on leather as armor. Puh-lease.
Or catch him elsewhere!
WHAT: Loud-mouthed Rifter is loud. He also has a body with which he's kind of trying not to get dissociated from. So that's a thing. Rifters gonna rift, basically.
WHEN: In the days after the scouting trips have left
WHERE: Around Skyhold
NOTES: N/A
Kitchens
Church has...slowly been picking things up in his stay here in High Fantasy Land. Adelaide's stern warning not to go around telling people he was a ghost (or, apparently, some manner of spirit-and-or-demon) has so far been heeded, since it seems there's already an air of distrust, and, well, he'd really rather not get a sword through the gut. But it still might come out.
Because the other thing he's been picking up in High Fantasy Land is getting used to a real boy's body. Sure, a lot of it comes naturally. Walking. General movements. Blinking. Breathing. Automatic functions. But there's also the stuff he's become more consciously aware of. That he still knows how to do, technically, but his hole-filled memory means remembering eating a chicken leg is one thing, whereas the realization that he has, in fact, never actually eaten before slides unsettlingly into place.
Maybe the food here isn't that good and isn't that much, given how many people the Inquisition has to feed, and maybe some people are miffed that someone who technically isn't part of the Inquisition gets to have a share (cuz, y'know, where else are Rifters gonna go until the ~phenomenon~ gets better researched), but here Church is, at some point or another, savoring. The first meals he's ever technically had. And he's decided that eating rocks. It's no wonder Grif does nothing but fucking eat.
Stables
A stable (heh) sleep schedule is still so far elusive. Again, he remembers sleep. He's also pretty sure he could sleep (or...power down or get put into sleep mode??) before, but it's kind of like interdimensional jet lag. And trying to let his body work out how much sleep is too much or not enough. It basically being winter now isn't helping, when the sun comes up late and goes down early. Hell, he's used to planets where the sun basically never sets!
It isn't like Church has an particular fondness for animals, that he knows of, but he hasn't visited the stables yet, so why the fuck not. And despite all the open air, it's actually pretty cozy and warm in here. When he sits on a bit of hay, look, he doesn't mean to nod off, but his body decides, yep, this is a good place for a nap.
A horse may or may not be chewing on his hair.
Armory
It's probably a bad idea to argue with someone who not only has a lot of weapons and armor around, but makes them. For a living.
So obviously that's what he's gonna fucking do. Because there has got to be something better. The argument started as mere conversation but has slowly and steadily reached a volume where a small gaggle of onlookers has stopped to watch how long until Church is hefted up and physically thrown out.
"Do you see what this means?!" he goes on, pointing to his sharded hand. "It means I'm from somewhere else, a place where I know a little bit more about otherworldly weapons than you probably do! So when I say," he continues, emphatically motioning the whole while, "hey, that's cool what you've got there, but do you have anything else, like any of these rad future weapons, you're supposed to say, gee, that sounds cool, why don't you tell me about them! Not threaten to bean me over the head with a helmet! I'm just trying to help!"
Needless to say, the armorer is Not Impressed with the 'rad' and 'cool' 'future' weapons Church is attempting to list. Something something plasma sword (that is, somehow, also a key?), something something assault rifle, something something basic fucking gunpowder how far behind the times are you people?!, and the like.
And don't even get him started on leather as armor. Puh-lease.
Or catch him elsewhere!
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"I mean, I'm just...kind of wandering, I guess. I'm amazed I haven't been chased out by anyone yet. Guess a napping guy isn't really about to steal a horse for any adventures, huh."
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As he concluded, Yuna glanced over his way, offering an understanding smile. As a fellow rifter, she also had a little difficulty finding her own place in Skyhold --though she hadn't elected to choose the stables for herself. "If it's somewhere to sleep that you're looking for, I'm sure that there might be a few more comfortable options... Over all, people seem to be quite understanding here, at least those that I've met -- I'm sure they know you didn't mean any harm..."
Was she rambling? She felt as though she was rambling... "Ah, I'm sorry," she bowed her head just slightly, her lone earring jingling a little with the gesture. "My name is Yuna."
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"And I mean, I know there are beds, just...uh, just, I guess, trying to figure out how, y'know, my body adjusting to this...place." His sharded hand rubs the back of his neck. He could say something about getting used to a human body, but he's not entirely sure he should. But then again, this chick's from out of town, too, as it were... "Sleep cycles," he ends up saying with a half-hearted chuckle and a shrug. "Not something I'm used to. Uhhh Church. By the way. Is my name. Since we're doing the introductions thing. I'm Church."
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"It's all right," Yuna attempted to offer some reassurance, chalking his hesitations up to being from somewhere else entirely. "It does take some getting used to, I don't really think I'm still entirely used to it all just yet, either." Though she couldn't exactly comment on the nature of sleep cycles. She was sure that just like Thedas, many colourful people from all sorts of different worlds had their own little quirks.
"I don't usually spend much time in the cold myself, so Skyhold is a bit of a change for me, too," she smiled again, grasping at the edges of her cloak as though to pull it closer in for warmth. "Have... you just recently arrived?"
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Whatever! He still wraps his arms around himself in a totally manly way, hands on biceps like just shy of crossing his arms. And then he thinks that looks dumb and puts them on his hips. That also seems dumb. Pockets? He's pretty sure these pants have pockets. Yeah he'll put his hands there.
"I don't think there's going to be a getting used to it, except in the sense of just dealing with it and not being constantly weirded out by everything going on."
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His body language was just the slightest bit odd, but Yuna did her best not to draw attention to it, focusing instead on the things that he had to say. "The sun... never goes down where you're from?" Nevermind the fact that she was pretty sure he said something about visiting other planets.
"I've never heard of a place like that before..." She wondered if that was better or worse than a place like this, with its fleeting sunlight... deciding that an excess of night during the season was probably favourable to none at all.
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"Well... If it helps at all I'm sure that the horses and other animals didn't mind sharing the quarters," a smile crept up on her, "although it might have meant an undue washing for you."
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