AUGUST RIFTER ARRIVAL

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-August
WHERE: Southern Tevinter, then the Gallows
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, which are closed to new rifters and to the characters involved in the catacombs escape/rescue team in the Tevinter plot. It also contains a new QUARANTINE prompt that is open to everyone.

Comments

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[lil_lion]

Anduin tears his gaze away from the strange battle downriver when he hears someone shouting behind him... He turns and is surprised to see a strangely dressed woman about his own age fumbling for something. She's the first person he's seen who isn't wearing armour.

He walks over to her, casting a curious glance back at the battle as he goes. "Are you uninjured?" he asks.

[pyrazine]

She's still sputtering when he sees her, thrashing until the headdress comes away from her head, and she looks like a girl with wet hair and a wet ass and a phone held aloft out of the water. "What?" she snarls, and then looks up at this boy. Is he cute? She can't tell, and it doesn't matter.

"Take the phone! Take the phone before it gets wet!"

[lil_lion]

[ooc: oops, I thought she was already on the bank XD]

He's taken aback for a moment before sheathing Shalamayne and approaching her, trying not to fall into the river himself. When he's close enough, he reaches out for whatever it is that she's holding- that must the the 'phone'- and plucks it from her hand. Steadying himself, he grasps her arm with his other hand and carefully picks his way back over the slippery stones. It's not an easy task in all of this armour either. When they're back on dry land, he looks regretfully at the Zandalari headdress the woman had been wearing, now swiftly flowing downstream.

"Your phone?" he extends his gauntlet-clad hand to her.

[pyrazine]

"Who else's would it be?" she snaps as she manages to get herself up, shaking her hair out like she's a wolf, and she kind of is. Her hair is thick, and curly, and it spatters water all over the damned place. She reaches up to see if she can put it up, but no luck there. She looks down at herself, and then over at him. "What are you wearing?"

[lil_lion]

He looks at her askance. "I am not accustomed to going for a swim in this, no." The clamor of the battle up ahead still reaches him, dimly; his guard is up.

Searching around for landmarks, Anduin spots the village on the shore. It's about the only unremarkable thing about this entire experience. It's possible that, somehow, he passed through a portal... This place looks like it could be near Alterac Pass- somewhere in the Eastern Kingdoms, at the very least. Unless this isn't Azeroth at all... He turns back to her, frowning slightly. "What's a phone?"