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WHO: Marcus Rowntree and various.
WHAT: Activities.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Mainly the Gallows
NOTES: Some open prompts in the comments, but also works as a catch all for planned things. Let me know if you'd like to do something specific, or if we have CR, feel free to just hit me with a wild card honestly.
WHAT: Activities.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Mainly the Gallows
NOTES: Some open prompts in the comments, but also works as a catch all for planned things. Let me know if you'd like to do something specific, or if we have CR, feel free to just hit me with a wild card honestly.
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He fishes a flat silvery case out of a coat pocket, thumbing it open and extracting a cigarette rolled in dark paper. There's no attempt to fill the silence as this is set between his teeth, lit at the same time with his fingertip pressed to the end. It glows a point of bright orange, loosing a ribbon of smoke.
More acrid and real than the scent of his Fade summoning, which has lessened. Marcus offers the case to Cole, held open in his hand, where four more cigarettes lay flat.
He's not sure spirits smoke, but—
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But then he is being offered the case, and he blinks down at it, clearly confused. Seldom has anyone offered him anything at all, and this one is...definitely a first. He's given cigarettes TO people, but never really understood why.
So, in shaky fingers, he takes one, awkwardly holding it in front of him as if not sure what it's really for.
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It's not demonstrative, the way Marcus holds his own cigarette between his knuckles and takes in a smooth breath of smoke, holds it a moment, and then breathes it out in draconic curls that rise and dissipate, but—it is anyway. He stands there, looking at the boy-shaped spirit holding an unlit cigarette for an extended amount of time.
And then, "Have you registered with our records? As being an agent of our organisation."
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So now he's just holding it awkwardly, but differently. Look! He's being human!
"Registered with records?" The tilt of his head is made all the more dramatic by the wide brim of his hat. "What does that mean?" Riftwatch knows of his presence, of course, but...well, paperwork is a strange concept to a being like Cole. (Paperwork had been part of what killed the real Cole, anyway, but he tries not to think about that.)
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It's very possible that the boy-spirit has done all of these things, and that Marcus missed the memo on the Gallows being haunted by something friendly, but it would be good to verify it all the same. That, and there's a low thrum of dry humour, if only for himself—the absurdity of the conversation isn't wholly lost on him, for all that he's quite serious about getting the paperwork in order.
The unlit cigarette is ignored. That seems like a problem, albeit a minor one, for Cole to sort out.
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Cole is more focused, anyhow, on the rest of the conversation. He's quiet for a moment, considering the topic carefully. He doesn't care at all for compensation - he needs very little, himself - but if he had regular coin, he could use that to help others. His brows knit together.
"...How do I do that? What is a...Division?"
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Just a guess.
He taps ash from his cigarette. He could give Cole a series of instructions, set him on a path that would probably lead him to the Seneschal's office, talk a little of administration, but that absurdity is perhaps a bridge too far. He has what he needs to know, which is that Cole is an unknown, an intruder, but seemingly a benign one.
"If help is what you mean to bring here," Marcus says, "I will say so when I signal your presence to the leadership. But you'll need to become an agent of Riftwatch, if that's your intention."
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The explanation is enough for Cole to use - he's been milling around the Gallows, after all, and has seen people coming and going and talking about some of these terms. Having someone put them into perspective is useful.
The latter half of what Marcus has to say, on the other hand, draws a clear line for Cole. He's going to be reported if he doesn't muddle Marcus's memory...so he has to make a choice.
Still, it sounds as if this is...a better way to help.
"...I will join," he rasps, giving a resolute little nod. "But...I will have to figure where I fit."
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Not him.
He considers Cole for a longer moment, and then, more broadly, this conversation on this rampart at this hour. He says, "I'm going to resume my sentry," not unkindly, just bluntly. "I'd advise you not to make trouble for yourself by wandering so, at night. You should return to the room you're staying in," and that is if he has a room, "and report yourself in the morning."
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He doesn't have a room, of course. So he will just have to work harder at not being seen out at night.
"I will," he assents to making himself known - and after a moment of awkward silence, he adds, "...Thank you. For giving me a chance."