PLAYER PLOT | Forgetti Catchall, now in the right comm

[wythersake]

WHO: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Bastien, Viktor, Clarisse La Rue + OTA
WHAT: Strangers arrive at the Gallows.
WHEN: A week in Haring.
WHERE: The Gallows / elsewhere
NOTES: Check out this OOC Post for details.

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[luaithre]

Outside the little study allotted to Petrana, she will hear brisk footfalls, Marcus across the length of their home with purpose.

And for good reason. She'd have heard the unsettling combination of their door being opened, a stranger's voice carrying through, just as he. He'd been busying himself changing out of the clothing he'd worn for caring for his horses in the stables, and so when he enters the front most room, he's in a state of slight half-dress, if still decent. Missing a jacket, shirt tails loose.

Boots on. Bladed mage staff in hand. His expression is subtle but nevertheless confronting in the way Julius will find himself being hastily assessed.

"What do you want?" sounds a little like a tensed diversion from what he would rather be saying, which, for the record, is a demand for this person to get out of his house. Julius is being paid the credit that there is a meaning to this intrusion.

[overharrowed]

This person, newly strange to Marcus, is tall and roughly Marcus's contemporary. Though dressed for travel in trousers and a cloak, he's also clearly a mage from the staff he's leaned against the wall for convenience while removing one of his boots.

While a stranger might have read Marcus's restraint a variety of ways (a warning signal, a weakness, an insult), the way Julius reacts is if he's been physically struck in the face. All of the clever ways he might respond if this weren't Marcus are absent in favor of a yawning mental blank. One boot on and the other off, he raises his open hands, somewhere between the universal gesture from "I'm not a threat" and "no thank you, I wouldn't like this, actually."

The Ferelden-accented voice has lost all the confidence of his initial query-slash-greeting. When he manages to say "...what?", there is something small and lost about it.

Whatever he wants, it doesn't seem to be to attack, anyway.

[ipseite]

Had she been alone, perhaps Petrana might have reacted differently — barred the door of her study and urgently called for assistance over her crystal, more than likely — but with Marcus to hand, she emerges from behind that unbarred door with sufficient confidence in his ability to handle whatever this is and, accordingly, willingness to satisfy her own curiosity about that.

The gaze she alights on Julius carries not even a glimmer of recognition, only a quizzically puzzled air as she takes in the pieces that make no sense.

He is taking his boots off.

“What is the meaning of this?”