player plot | when my time comes around, pt. 3

[cozen]

WHO: Anyone who's not dead!
WHAT: Various & sundry steps on the path toward time travel, including a dragon hunt and other fetch quests.
WHEN: August 9:49
WHERE: Miscellaneous
NOTES: This is part of this player plot. We have two (2) plot logs still coming up—one for time travel, one for reunions—but this is the last log the dead characters are banned from. Time travel will go up soon!

Following Tony Stark's announcement and its glimmer of slightly insane-sounding hope, there's work to be done. The magic/science, of course; anyone with the ability to help construct a dragon-blood-powered time machine may be enlisted into that effort.

For everyone else, there are fetch quests: everyone collect three Stormheart and five Volcanic Aurum. Swiftly negotiating for raw materials or for jewelry or weapons that can be melted down—or stealing them, because whatever, there will only be consequences if this doesn't work—requires venturing out of Kirkwall to track down miners, merchants, and collectors. And then there's the dragon blood.

In the meantime, keeping things afloat and planning contingencies remains necessary. For now, this remains only something that might work. If it doesn't, this is still the world and the war they're stuck with, so keeping it from getting worse in any avoidable way would be ideal.

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[cozen]

To his left, Bastien comes out of a room just as Benedict is walking past it, stopping with the same energy as a shopper nearly running into someone coming out of their aisle—an energy he can now recognize as such, having now gone to a grocery store in the Fade.

It may or may not be news, that he’s back. He’s been back a little while. But he’s also avoided Benedict the whole time. That’s probably not why he volunteered for the dragon hunt, but only probably.

Whether Benedict stops or not, Bastien considers him for a moment, then takes however many steps are necessary to steal one of his coffees.

[altusimperius]

Though Benedict's eyes widen slightly at the sight of him, nothing particularly friendly follows-- his look toward Bastien is immediately cold, and then even moreso when he absconds with coffee.
Fine. He watches him go for a moment, then continues on his way.

[cozen]

It takes a great deal of willpower not to look back and find out whether Benedict has anything to say—because that's the only way Bastien would know right now, is if he looked back.

But he has it. The willpower. He downs the coffee while he walks, in anticipation of half-jogging down the stairs and not wanting to spill it in the process, and turns into the stairwell without a glance over his shoulder.