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Fade Rift Mods ([personal profile] faderifting) wrote in [community profile] faderift2019-02-10 08:03 pm

RIFTER ARRIVAL: Guardian 9:45

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.


amnotaweasel: (T: contented smile)

[personal profile] amnotaweasel 2019-02-24 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Misao waved her hands, shaking her head. She wasn't sure if he was fake declining for politeness' sake and would change his mind, or genuinely declining. Neither of those would have changed her answer, anyhow: "It's no trouble at all! The least I can do, really."

Judging by how they'd eaten on the way to the Gallows... Well. Being able to whip up a taste of home would be comforting. And of course, there was giri, limited as it was between one of the Oniwabanshuu and one who wasn't. A gift obligated her to gift him back -- at least something like this did, anyway. If matters became at all complicated, her highest duty would be to her family.

"The Aoi-ya, in Kyoto." She smiled. "I'm trained in Kyoto kaiseki; you should consider that before you turn down my food for good."

His wasn't a face she thought she'd ever seen -- and it was one she thought she'd remember -- but she'd spent entire seasons away from the ryokan. He might well have stopped in while she'd been searching for Aoshi-sama. She couldn't help but wonder what Jiya and Ochika-han would have made of him.
meds4sale: (Silly silly me.)

[personal profile] meds4sale 2019-03-01 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is possible," he said. "I have been to Kyoto many, many times."

At many, many different times as well, but he was the sort to conveniently leave out that little tidbit of information.

"Perhaps it slipped my memory. How silly of me."

He stepped out the kitchen, leaving the cooks to their work. It was best if they weren't in the way - the Inquisition operated like a machine and the food was the oil keeping it running.

"It will be nice to have someone else around fond of cooking."

He cast a sidelong glance at Misao.

"The food here is not bad, but it is heavy. And I have something you may appreciate."