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Keep a gold chain on my neck
WHO: Character(s)
WHAT: A ghost falls out of a rift, only he's alive now, so that's... something?
WHEN: Justinian
WHERE: Around Kirkwall, mostly in the Gallows during Rifter quarantine
NOTES: If you knew Erik before? I'm sorry, he doesn't remember you.
WHAT: A ghost falls out of a rift, only he's alive now, so that's... something?
WHEN: Justinian
WHERE: Around Kirkwall, mostly in the Gallows during Rifter quarantine
NOTES: If you knew Erik before? I'm sorry, he doesn't remember you.
1. Rock the boat like a one-eyed pirate :: once the rift has closed (arrival in the nearby mountains)
Erik had held his own fighting with the others against the demons and solitary wraith that followed him through the rift, once he demanded that one of Riftwatch's rescuers go ahead and toss him a sword. Pretty impressive, perhaps, considering what he's wearing, down to the leather sandals, wouldn't be considered all that great of a gear for fighting in.
Now, the monsters are gone and he's been given the spiel, his eyebrows working higher and higher as the state of Thedas, of Riftwatch, and his (hopeful) position therein are explained to him. When he's done asking some fairly general questions -- How long has all this been going on? Years? Fuck. And how long will it take to get to Riftwatch? -- he takes a deep breath and asks a fairly strange one:
"What do the people here think happens to your soul when you die?"
Judging by his expression, he is honestly curious. Or trying to start shit, right out the gate.
It can be hard to tell.
2. Rick James, I get glitter on my eyelids :: quarantine in the Gallows
Here's the thing: Erik can't even be too pissed at the insistence on a quarantine.
First? Because he was dead. For a hot minute. No body remained. His consciousness, or soul, or whatever you want to call it, existed solely in an afterlife that consisted of more or less one (large) room occasionally on fire. Aware of the world of those that were living in a way that could not be easily explained in many ways other than by pointing at him and going ghost.
Ancestor.
And that was no longer true. Erik was now alive, in possession of a body that required food, water, sleep. A body that itched to train. A body that looked and felt as familiar as the body he died in, and so, it was his body. Many scars and all.
Secondly, he was grateful for the time to go ahead and try to figure out just what in the whole fuck was going on here.
He's around at every meal, in the communal eating space. You do not come in possession of his musculature by skipping meals... plus it's been a while since he's had the opportunity to, yanno, eat. He sits alone at first but then picks up his plate and sits down next to someone else.
"So what is it you do here?"
He can also be stumbled upon in the kitchen, opening containers of spices and taking sniffs of the contents before peering at the labels. "Man, what kinda names are these?"
In the library he picks out ten books at random and then cracks them all open on a back table, spread out. He doesn't read them so much as he flips through them, taking note of illustrations and lists and any notes written in the margins.
Is it sunny out? Or at least not actively storming? He's in the training yard for a few hours at least, working up a shirtless sweat with a shortsword and putting his scars on easy display. If he catches anyone staring Erik shoots a grin. "Wanna spar? Won't bite."
Another encounter of note is in the griffon roost, which Erik wanders into, clearly unsure. A thousand percent a kid from the hood in over his head. Horses are one thing, but big fucking bird-cats?
His response is a murmured "Now what in the whole fuck, man?!"
[ Two notes:
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2. I will match your format!]
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"Mostly I just pulled shit at random, in part to see what I could read, like literacy-wise, and what I couldn't. What would be on your newbie reading list?"
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"Wildly enough, I'm actually working on a formal newbie reading list, you just beat it here. But I can jot down some titles for you. Do you have any like, particular interests? Do you want to know about stuff with Riftwatch's history, or world politics, or what we know about the Rifts?"
Or all of them, presumably, but some people want big people and some people want actionable intel. She's not sure which way he'll lean. Also, to his earlier point, she adds: "It's wild, languages. You should talk to Madame de Ceydoux if you're interested, she's the cryptographer but I know she's also got a language focus. She's a rifter, though she passes for native better than a lot of us."
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Thinking about the other options for a moment though. "Local history, for sure. Riftwatch history. Is there anything written specifically about this war, or is everyone waiting til the whole thing is over?"
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Instead, she nods at his question. "Well, for obvious reasons nothing comprehensive yet, but there's not nothing. A lot of mission reports are available to agents within Riftwatch, so you can read back through what people have been working on. And back when we were still with the Inquisition, Mlle. Baudin was publishing observations in an effort to build support. She's not doing them anymore, but I think we have some of the previous editions around."
She leans back in her chair a bit, considering. "I think we still have that volume on this history of Kirkwall, it's huge but it's actually fairly readable for something written by a historian. It stops about 50 years before now, but if you want background." A little smile. "And hey, I've been around since mid-9:42, so if you've got any question already."