WHO: Fenris, Jone, & YOU. WHAT: Fenris & Jone are back in Kirkwall. WHEN: When... people... are back in Kirkwall... waves hand. WHERE: KIRKWALL NOTES: None yet.
The neglected mess of the Mage's tower is Fenris' haunt. Whatever reason you have to trespass there is your own. To Fenris, it is his home. He has little interest in tidying it up, in sharing, leaving, or explaining himself.
Fenris can be found at a spare table, one of the few not stacked into a corner. Cobweb clings awkwardly to the legs. In a rare moment of indulgence, he has taken off his gauntlets-- his hands are clear, and so are the markings that snake over them, white strips of scarring from wrist to fingernail and back again over the other side.
He seems to be playing cards, but with who? Perhaps ghosts.
Fenris might have heard the loud echoing clamor of Edgard running up and down the stairs. He stops to catch his breath and sees Fenris sitting at a table with cards.
"Are--" breath "Are you--" breath "waiting for someone or--" A long deep inhale. "waiting for someone?"
Edgard pushes back his hair which slicks back with sweat.
A heavy crate enters the room before Derrica does, supported by her arms, shifted slightly as she walks to keep it from sliding out of her grip. Consequently, Fenris goes unnoticed until she drifts to the left, clearly intending to set it down against a wall.
Upon catching sight of him, she freezes, box clutched tighter, then hitched up with the aid of one thigh as she takes in the sight of Fenris, his cards, the markings on his hands.
Neither does Derrica, though after the initial confusion of walking in on someone she hadn't expected to see, she recovers herself enough to ask, "Are you waiting for someone?" over the top of the box.
And then, keeping herself more or less in his eyeline so as not to be rude, takes a few sideways steps so she can turn to deposit her cargo along the wall. It stirs some motes of dust, sends a small spider scuttling for cover, but the task is done.
Though she does think: This room really should be cleaned as well.
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MAGE TOWER MESS | ota.
Fenris can be found at a spare table, one of the few not stacked into a corner. Cobweb clings awkwardly to the legs. In a rare moment of indulgence, he has taken off his gauntlets-- his hands are clear, and so are the markings that snake over them, white strips of scarring from wrist to fingernail and back again over the other side.
He seems to be playing cards, but with who? Perhaps ghosts.
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"Are--" breath "Are you--" breath "waiting for someone or--" A long deep inhale. "waiting for someone?"
Edgard pushes back his hair which slicks back with sweat.
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"Yes," he lies, voice flat.
lol I genuinely made a typo in the last one, he wasn't supposed to say that twice but i'm leaving it
"Who?" He asks. This is very mysterious and Edgard is interested.
lol np
"Not you."
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"Are you certain? 'm the only person who's shown up, seems like."
He walks a little closer, observing a chair, but not yet sitting down.
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Upon catching sight of him, she freezes, box clutched tighter, then hitched up with the aid of one thigh as she takes in the sight of Fenris, his cards, the markings on his hands.
"Hello."
For lack of anything else to say.
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"Hello," he returns. He's not really sure what happens after this.
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And then, keeping herself more or less in his eyeline so as not to be rude, takes a few sideways steps so she can turn to deposit her cargo along the wall. It stirs some motes of dust, sends a small spider scuttling for cover, but the task is done.
Though she does think: This room really should be cleaned as well.