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ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜs ʀᴏᴡɴᴛʀᴇᴇ. ([personal profile] luaithre) wrote in [community profile] faderift2021-09-02 05:12 pm

open and closed.

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.
helpinghidinghaunting: And you should be (And you're angry)

Guardwork

[personal profile] helpinghidinghaunting 2021-09-03 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
The ramparts are still this night - or they were still, at least, with few interruptions to the dark and the quiet. It's a nice place to think, a nice place to listen, a nice place to breathe.

Cole is perched on top of one of the ramparts, high up, kicking his feet over the side. A little careless, perhaps, but he isn't afraid of heights. He's sure and solid where he sits, solitary and serene...or as serene as he gets, anyway. His tattered leathers and overlarge hat make his silhouette stand out, casting a strange shadow.

When he hears the mage coming, he freezes up, hurriedly letting his powers hide him once again.

But then a fragment of stone comes unstuck from his boot, and rattles to the ground below him, a beacon to his presence. He holds his breath and waits to see what manner of company he's going to have. Getting used to being seen again is difficult, and he needs to ease into it.
helpinghidinghaunting: From this desolate wasteland (How did you get to save me)

[personal profile] helpinghidinghaunting 2021-09-03 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
Focusing on keeping himself unseen, Cole stands very still, even as the mage comes close. It isn't that he's even doing anything wrong...well, not really. He imagines that Riftwatch would prefer for him to stay where he can be seen, be kept track of. Many people still don't trust him, after all. A spirit, let alone one who could come and go and affect minds?

He swallows hard, and lets out a shaky breath.

One that can be heard, right next to where Marcus is leaning.
voidtransport: for golden crowns (We search alone)

training

[personal profile] voidtransport 2021-09-03 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
He should have asked for some sort of description of who to look for, he thinks with a yawn as he looks around the training grounds. He doesn't really prefer early morning training, but he hasn't encountered Marcus otherwise so far so he is awake to make an attempt. Part of that includes wearing a simple shirt he'd been given upon arrival that is a faded blue color, as he had mentioned his preference for the color when they spoke before.

His eyes scan the training yard, squinting a bit in the morning sun when he happens to see someone with a staff on their person who, if he thought about it, looks perhaps the way he sounds. To be sure though, before he even takes the time to walk over and approach, he appears to cast a spell if Marcus is looking in his direction.

It is a decent opportunity to give it a try and see if he can use it, he thinks, so he does. He is still not particularly used to using the staff as a spell-casting focus so he can only hope that it works.

'Are you Marcus?' a familiar voice asks as if he were standing right next to him. 'If you speak out loud, I'll hear your answer - the spell will send it back to me. I wanted to try and--' And then the message cuts off before he finishes his sentence, and when he realizes that he's spoken over the word limit, the free hand not holding the basic staff he'd been given covers his face in embarrassment.
helpinghidinghaunting: Of brighter days again (In your eyes I see the dawn)

[personal profile] helpinghidinghaunting 2021-09-03 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The song of the Fade thrums in his ears when the power is pulled - it's familiar and terrifying all at once, home and hostility. Briefly, he considers running away, dropping and running, making the mage miss him....

But then there is speech instead of an attack.

Drawing a breath deep in, Cole lets it out slowly, gradually shimmering into view. He holds his hands up in a placating fashion, frown trembling, head shaking from side to side. His blades remain in their sheaths, zero intention to fight evident in his demeanor.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, widening his eyes. "I'm sorry."
cozen: (n122)

mild card, because we discussed it first.

[personal profile] cozen 2021-09-04 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
They have been small things, since the first incident with the misled abomination. A few delicate letters seemingly lost in transit, a few successfully delivered but since mislaid, a few times the Chantry's luck seemed too good and theirs too poor, and now a mage contact in Orlais drawn into a meeting with "Riftwatch" from which he never returned—as Marcus tells it.

Bastien has listened, crooked in his chair, caught at a quiet hour with his sleeves rolled and a few buttons and ties looser than they might have been if he'd expected company. The paper and pen he'd gotten out to take unnecessary notes (to look more attentive; to give him something to do with his hands if he got bored) have been left untouched after all.

"It could be someone outside of the Gallows," he proposes. Not because he believes it. For the sake of turning the stone.
voidtransport: by the fire in your eyes (Lost and found and turned around)

[personal profile] voidtransport 2021-09-04 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Allumin is a bit worried when instead of receiving a reply via Sending he is waved over, but it is at least confirmation so he heads over towards him with light, moderately paced strides. He tries (futilely) to tell himself that it's fine, just be confident, no reason to be insecure or embarrassed because practice makes perfect after all.

He's still nervous. Especially after forgetting to count his words.

Don't bring it up, just move on, don't bring it up, just move o--

"Was there something wrong with the spell?" It's out of his mouth before he can stop himself, coming to a halt in front of the older mage. His hand shoots up to cover his mouth again as his face turns red. "Sorry - you don't have to answer that. Hello - good morning?"
satinet: ([009])

[personal profile] satinet 2021-09-05 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
It would be difficult to tell from a distance or maybe even from up close, but technically speaking (and Cassius does so love technicalities) he is working. The seasonal gossip rags out of Orlais and, not to be outdone, Cumberland are printed on cheap accordion folded paper which when laid flat extend to invade the table space of the seat to either side. While they may not appear to be vital Riftwatch business, rest assured that the contents are all very relevant to the Diplomacy division. And if for some reason they are not relevant to the Ambassador's interests, then there are certainly kernels here are there which are deeply compelling to Cassius'.

And really, is there such a remarkable difference between the two? They are all more or less fighting for the same thing, yes?

That is not a conscious thought he is having in this very moment. If it were, he might casually redact it with, Well, maybe not all of us the moment that Marcus Rowntree sits down across from him.

Instead, Cassius looks patiently up from his Marquis this and Vidames thats and thinks very little before saying, "Why, if it isn't the man himself. To what do I owe the pleasure, Senior Enchanter?"
satinet: ([003])

[personal profile] satinet 2021-09-05 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
With a flick of the fingers and a glint of the anchor light in his palm, the topmost pamphlet is folded over. Does he particularly care to hide the contents from his newly acquired company? Certainly not. If Marcus has some interest in the state of the Orlesian courts, and this only by approximation of what has become so tawdry that it warrants writing down, there is more printed on the reverse side. No, this is a show of benevolent good will more or less equal to—whatever this is.

"Maker, has it been that long already?" It has, and he has in fact been keenly aware of every day of it. "Well. I'm certain we must all have our complaints, but I will say that I've been pleasantly surprised by how ordinary all the work has been. Not at all like the hive of buzzing would-be scoundrels that certain rumors in Skyhold might have someone believe."

And then, more with the air of a confidant because why not we're being friends here, yes?: "I do miss the council. I'm surprised the mages here have organized no equivalent."
tender: (151)

horse party.

[personal profile] tender 2021-09-05 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Once, in a dream, Derrica and Marcus came across each other in a stable.

However, this is not a dream. And there's no reason to think of it, beyond a passing flinch of a memory that fades quickly as she leads her mount through the main doors and down through the stalls.

"How is he doing?" she asks, as the chestnut mare she's leading nickers softly in Kevin's direction.
helpinghidinghaunting: Every word we can't take back (Every argument)

[personal profile] helpinghidinghaunting 2021-09-05 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The mage is still not attacking. That's good. He starts to hear his heart, now that his own isn't pounding in his ears. He licks his lips to wet them. They taste of ash. He swallows hard.

"Cole," he finally answers. "I am...I am here now. With Riftwatch. I'm here to help, to stop the hurt, the harm." He keeps his hands up, the fingers splayed wide as if trying to leave no shadow where any secrets could hide.

"I came out here to listen to the night, nothing else. I'm not used to being seen. I'm trying."
nonvenomous: (pic#14254262)

this might be a short scene: ferry

[personal profile] nonvenomous 2021-09-06 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
A peripheral blur, a whump and the splintering crackle of claws scrabbling wood marks the arrival of a sinewy black creature wriggling herself over the side of the ferry’s hull and onto its deck. The creature is a cat, long and lean and velvety sleek, with an arched nose and wide green eyes that goggle when she sprints the boat end to end to pivot alert at the prow. Frisky is the word.

Back on the pier she launched herself from, another lean figure has slowed from a brisk trot to an uncertain walk.

Richard Dickerson is tall and ginger and familiar, in the way coworkers who work on different floors in different departments can be. His eyes on Markus are clear with recognition over the high turn of his vest's collar, his beard tidily trimmed. A glance across the bay marks the approximate time via the sun’s hover over the horizon. He takes a cool step backwards before he turns to retrace his steps. Very smooth.

Maybe he’s forgotten something.
voidtransport: the fear is circling (the doubt is in my chest)

[personal profile] voidtransport 2021-09-06 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, he has made a mistake and that is very clear.

Not with the spell at least, he can guess that it worked. No, this is a social mistake, a poor judgement call for which he has no reasonable excuse in the eyes of this land and its relationship with magic. It's hard to completely overcome how casually he has used magic before overnight - over many nights, actually.

"I thought..." Part of being better is owning the mistake instead of just running away, he tells himself, just say your piece and accept whatever happens.

"I thought that it would not be an issue, and I simply wanted to know if it would work here because it can be useful." He takes in a breath. "I can see now that I was mistaken."
helpinghidinghaunting: That has happened ('Cause with all)

[personal profile] helpinghidinghaunting 2021-09-06 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Hello. Marcus."

It steels Cole, the introduction, the motion that signifies that the mage isn't gearing up to attack. The ash is still heavy on his tongue, but if there will be no fight here, he is more than fine with that. He keeps his hands up, but lowers them a fraction. Relaxing, reticent, recoiling.

"I'm not a mage," he murmurs into the night air, expression uneasy. "I - I'm not. I'm just Cole. I don't...stay, in memories. Forgotten. Faded by the Fade."

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