faderift | Skyhold

WHO: Anyone & everyone
WHAT: Open post for business as usual around Skyhold
WHEN: The first couple weeks of Harvestmere, 9:41 (aka October)
WHERE: Skyhold
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Far from the glamorous adventurous world-saving people signed up for, most of the hustle and bustle in Skyhold at present is cleaning. The Great Hall is a disaster, and crews are assigned to haul out the cracked and rotting planks fallen from the wide-open roof, and tear down the vines covering the walls. Ivy encrusts the main staircase outside and many of the fortress walls and is cleared in section while other groups assess or begin shoring up the stonework as it's revealed. There are scaffolding to build, materials to sort, crates to unload, tents to stitch together or set-up, and on and on and on, endless mundane chores vital to the survival of the organization.

When not hard at work, people cluster around fires across the courtyards. Many mingle freely, going about their business, running errands and messages, planning scouting missions, tallying up supplies, distributing or playing with the sending crystals that were found in a basement vault and which a group of mages have just today finished preparing for use. Once a good number have been passed around and the first Inquisition-wide transmission made messages start being broadcast; maybe you can help someone out.

The rebel mages and renegade templars mainly keep to themselves at opposite sides of the complex given the choice. Mages assist with healing and research and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Templars help train recruits in swordforms and basic combat techniques or spar with the more advanced and bicker amongst themselves about their options and their fate. Despite having all pledged themselves to the Inquisition, they still feel like separate factions and tension between them is palpable wherever they cross paths.

Like at meals, or the communal message board in the courtyard, or at the Herald's Rest. The mess hall/tavern is so new it still smells of sawdust, and its stock has been limited to one type of strong ale until today, when a shipment of West Hill brandy has finally arrived. The mood in the place is convivial in celebration of that, but there's still plenty of muttering, especially as the night drags on and the discontented get further into their cups.

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[It's okay, Bruce has hung around places enough to have picked up some very rudimentary Qunlat.]

Desperate times always call for desperate measures. [A pause.] I hope he got of of that fine, at least?

I think so, he was running with the rest when I left. Didn't even scream or nothing.

[His kith were marauding assholes, but they were cool marauding assholes.]

[Well, at least that sounds promising, if anything.]

I hope he managed to escape then, if you didn't get to see him after.

Yeah. Me too.

[He kicks his feet a bit on the wall he's sitting on, a gesture so childlike it doesn't quite fit with the rest of him.]

Have you fixed a lotta people here?

As much as I am able to.

[He replies with a smile, although said smile doesn't really seem that all happy.]

Of course, there's only so much I can do as a surgeon.

...aren't there magic healers and stuff, too?

[He shrugs a bit.]

Why aren't they doing all the fixing up?

Not everyone is fine with mages getting to close to them.

[Totally self-deprecating here, because the irony is that Bruce is a mage - its just that nobody knows about it.]

Well that's stupid. If I'm sick or hurt I don't care who fixes it.

[He makes a small face.]

Stupid.

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[Bruce just lets out a small, tiny chuckle here, almost inaudible if the Qunari wasn't sitting close enough to him.]

It'd be nice if more people shared your opinion. It would make my job much easier.

[he looks at Bruce, relaxing a little. He wasn't made fun of.]

Well. I wanna live and I wanna have all my body parts. It's that easy.

Some people would rather risk losing something than letting themselves be subject to something they don't understand.

[And Bruce can't blame them. He knows how terrible magic can be when used wrongly.]

[He makes a disgusted sound.]

That's just dumb. There's lots of people who would want a mage to fix their stuff but they don't get it 'cuz all the mages were locked away. Now they can but it's too scary?

[Kas sticks out his tongue.]

When you put it that way, it is quite irrational.

[He says with another wry smile.]

When it comes to magic and mages, people just sadly tend to be rather unpredictable about that. [He gives a light shrug.] Just like magic itself.

I guess it's good that you're around for the whiny people.

[He shrugs, not thinking it might sound like an insult.]

...you know anything about putting on weight? I'm eating loads but I'm still small.

[Bruce can easily guess some people who would take offence to that, but at least none of them are anywhere near here now, so.

At the question, there's a curious expression on his face, though it quickly shifts to contemplative as Bruce ponders over it.]

Well, as much as I try not to sound like the everyday man... meat tends to helps a lot in getting weight. Sugary things, too.

I eat a lot of both of that. And bread. How long does it take?

[He frowns again, sounding a bit frustrated. He could eat as much as he wanted now, so why wasn't he a big buff guy yet?]

I wanna grow big like the other qunari, here. I've always been real small but that's 'cuz there was no food.

[Ah, well. He can see where that desire is coming from.

Bruce nods once to show that he understands.] It'll take time for all the growing to come in. But I'm sure that eventually you'll be as big as all the other Qunari around here.

Y'think so?

[He tries to flex a little again, but it's rather pathetic.]

...alright, I'll keep eating lots.

Well, just make sure you don't eat too much. Then you'd be unhealthy.

[Look at Bruce, he's not exactly Mr. Fit himself.]

Well, I already ate so much that I threw up a few times, I don't think I'll do that again.

[Please Kas let your starving body get used to it.]

[......yeah that's. Not really a good plan there.]

That's for the best. [Bruce wonders briefly if he should pry more, but he doesn't want to cause any misunderstandings...] Only eat as much as you feel that you are able to. Overeating like that will only give you more problems than benefits.

[He... tried.]

I know. It's just really nice to be able to eat every day and I wanna grow big. I'm not eating that much again, though! I promise!

[You tried too hard.]

Just keep that in mind and I'm sure you'll be fine. [He gives a smile.] And if you ever don't feel well, you're always free to look for me.

Um... thanks.

[Another pause.]

What's your name, anyway? I'm Kas.

Bruce. It's very nice to meet you, Kas.

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