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- benedict quintus artemaeus,
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- ellie,
- james flint,
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- loxley,
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open | full circle pt 1
WHO: Concerned mages/rifters/others
WHAT: An emergency meeting!
WHEN: Solace 20
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Explanation in the OOC post. Please tag this like a network post. There are top-level comments to provide a little chronology/structure, but threadjack to your heart's content.
WHAT: An emergency meeting!
WHEN: Solace 20
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Explanation in the OOC post. Please tag this like a network post. There are top-level comments to provide a little chronology/structure, but threadjack to your heart's content.
Before and during dinner on an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday, there's a chain of whispers (or notes, or perfectly audible comments from the particularly unsubtle) about an emergency meeting, at an evening hour, in a basement room, regarding a matter of concern to rifters and mages.
The basement part is probably unnecessary. It's certainly ineffective; the organization is too small, the Gallows too contained, and the halls too echoey for something arranged with this much finesse-wrecking haste to truly remain a secret. They could have done it in an empty office or the recreational dining hall, probably, and sat on chairs instead of storage crates. But Kostos picked the location, and he's dramatic. If nothing else it signals a clear intention to do this as unofficially as necessary.
Anyone who accepts the invitation (or just decides to come see what the fuss is about) will first encounter Marcus Rowntree, posted up outside the door like a bouncer, letting mages and rifters move through undisturbed but stepping in to question and likely bar the arrival of anyone else. Inside, Kostos is nothing but a dark scowl in the room's far corner, picking at a splinter of wood on a crate and not mustering a word of greeting for anyone who comes in. Derrica has parked herself within arm's reach of Kostos, a long gold-edged shawl spilling over one shoulder. Her diplomacy pin gleams from the front of her tunic. The worried pinch to her brow is the only outward sign of anxiety; otherwise, she is tightly contained, watching people enter. Julius–notably not in robes–is serious but calm as people come in, standing next to the ever-composed Madame de Cedoux.
Once as many people have arrived as seem likely to, Marcus closes the door, remaining beside it, and they explain what the problem is.
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They never saw the Circles as the vehicle for abuses that they so often became.
Ellie's not only watched things fall apart. She's watched people pick up the pieces and created something good with hollowed-out remains. She's dug the beds herself, planting flowers among the bones.]
Do you think they would change their minds? If they could see another way, working?
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[ Derrica has said this before, standing in the snow, looking into Marcus Rowntree's face. ]
Things were different, at Dairsmuid. It was a Circle, yes, but not like the ones they are trying to remake.
[ Which was why it was destroyed. But— ]
It is possible. It can be and it has been, but I cannot say whether anyone in Cumberland will be willing to hear that.
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He's right. You need to talk.
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[ It's necessary. It chimes with what Petrana speaks of, proof positive that such a thing has worked in the past, supports what Skyhold has taken on. So. She will speak of it.
She squeezes Ellie's hand back, trying to think of how to say— ]
If nothing else, it will give the two of you time to find the Grand Enchanter and her people.
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[ no pressure...... ]
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[ Maybe? If caught on one of the days he didn't feel like being difficult for the sake of it? ]
If I were there with them— [ not an implausible alternate universe ] —and you all arrived with alternatives to consider instead of fuck you, you don't have the right. I would listen.
This group might have an unusually high number of assholes, but if you convince any of them they can work with you, that is something.
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[ She is not unaware of public perception. ]
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I would not lead with possession. But it was not only the possession that made it different.
[ That's a question, actually, despite not sounding like one. They haven't talked about it. He only knows what was said about it afterwards, by people who were not there—since everyone there was dead.
Almost. ]
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There are people in this room (and out of it who will surely hear of what was said) that might not take that invocation in stride. ]
Apprentices would see their families, whenever they pleased. All of us did. We could walk out of the tower and back, freely.
[ So. There's the difference. ]
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But it changes Kostos’ face: a new kind of misery, turning inward like a quiet implosion. Something more personal than political.
Which means it can wait, and has to. He only nods and says, ] Right. I would focus on that.
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She nods.]
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She sees how deep the damage goes. She'd had a sense of the shape of this hurt in him, has recognized it in other mages, but— ]
I will, [ she promises. ] I'll tell them everything, about how it was.
[ She has the whole journey to Cumberland to practice, right. ]