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[open] conceived sorrow
WHO: Anna and Open
WHAT: Getting to know you~
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: Very much explore the setting and meet some people driven. Put her to work, teach her a thing, etc. She won't balk, much.
WHAT: Getting to know you~
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: Very much explore the setting and meet some people driven. Put her to work, teach her a thing, etc. She won't balk, much.
GALLOWS
the courtyard
She dislikes the Gallows. It reminds her too much of the jail the snatchers would dump you out into if you were not quick enough to slash them apart first. Tucked away from the main city, where there would be impunity to do ugly things. She has not found proof of the ugly things in her head, but that does little to dissuade her from the idea that they are all here to be harvested for something other: their eyes, their blood, their minds.
She sits in a shadowy corner of the courtyard, watching the comings and goings around her in grim solitude. She had known the Hunt's ways like a ballet. She will have to begin all over again. Where to hide, where to strike, when to run.
She does not look at all natural, sitting there in her charred leather cloak and leather hat that covers most of her face, worrying away at the leather gloves she wears with her thumb. She looks tense and distrustful of everything. The fire-charred coat smells faintly horrifying and subtly intoxicating.
training & armory
The only thing that makes her less tense is the training yard. She sets up hay bale targets and decimates them with her notched whip. The trick weapon is unique, at first looking like only a bladed cane, but then she flicks its compartments loose with just the right gesture and suddenly a serrated wire butterflies around her, slashing, pulling, gashing. She does it until she can't anymore, breathing heavily and lowering her arm.
She repeats this a few times more, panting heavily and sweating between each round as she recovers herself. At the end of it all, she looks as frowning and tense as she started.
She goes off into the armory to look for some tools comparable to what she is used to. Its a delicate weapon that needs to be repaired and resharpened often, that is why she had chosen hay over wood for today.
infirmary
She's seen others come in here... It's been a long time since there were healers about. Healers that could be trusted. She doesn't trust these people either, but the inside of infirmary at least looks clean. When greeted here, she balks back with a frown, shaking her head and turning to hurry away.
"No, nothing."
She doesn't need anything. She has her blood.
'accommodations'
She is not interested in your accommodations. Comfort makes her nervous. She sleeps tucked away in hidden places at odd hours of the day. At night she prowls, looking for the hunt...
around
Anywhere she shouldn't be, you will probably find her. She mistrusts this place. She mistrusts anything it might call secrets.
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"The rats in Yharnam, they're like this."
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Merrill looks between Anna and Barkley, a quick back-and-forth like a startled bird.
"Well. I think he'd still try."
And probably get eaten for the trouble. Ugh. Though that begs the question-
"Goodness, how big are the cats?"
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They'd had a little more sense than the rest of Yharnam, leaving the packs of men and beasts to hunt and devour one another. Or maybe they'd been the first prey of the first men who had turned. Anna couldn't really have said definitively.
"I wouldn't mind a cat," she adds thoughtlessly. After all her comments about other pets and companions being too much fuss, she could see herself feeding an alley cat.
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Then again, other worlds were other. As much as everyone said that the Rifters were spirits - and maybe they were - that didn't mean their realities weren't other.
"They weren't very common among the Dalish, but there's a few in the alienage."
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She's heard the word but not quite pieced together its implications, and Merrill seems keen enough to answer her.
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The alienage was better than Darktown on the good days. On the bad... well. Maybe that depended on the city.
"Elves in Thedas are viewed as less than humans, at least among the Andrastian nations. Second-class citizens. Grouped together in our own section of town away from everyone else - so that we can be shut in or shut out, if they want. Conditions are... usually very poor."
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"The cart seems preferable."
Not that Anna cared overmuch, she expected things to be terrible. But not everyone had to live in a nightmare world.
where did the month go
"Very," Merrill agrees, with a sad tilt to her smile. "But not everyone feels that way."
Some people preferred the slum, the illusionary safety of the walls of a city. Most of them didn't know anything different. Others were like Merrill, who were there because they felt they had to be.
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"Well, now I know this world is as ugly as any other."
She hadn't actually needed that explained to her, she had assuredly assumed it.