RIFTER ARRIVAL: Guardian 9:45

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-Guardian, 9:45
WHERE: The hills north of Starkhaven
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, as well as the subsequent QUARANTINE period. All prompts are open to anyone.

Comments

[wont_be_me]

She raises an eyebrow, pausing briefly in her languid pacing to glance at him. Oh yes, you vain little thing, of course this is all part of the plan.

"Then you're enjoying being an oddity in a cage, helpless for all the curious recruits to gawk at."

She doubts that too, but it's not like she intends to do a fucking thing about it. She's here to gawk at him and make him feel bad, if at all possible.

[reshapes]

A flicker of irritation takes root in the boy's thin face. "Helpless? I think you'll find that's a gross exaggeration of the situation, young lady."

Sure, he might be in between plans right this moment, but helpless has never been an accurate descriptor for the great Bartimaeus of Uruk. So maybe in the not too distant past, he'd spent rather more time knocked flat on his back or on the verge of death than he'd like but there's a difference between that and real, true uselessness. He has his wit at the very least, which is more than anyone else can say.