WHO: Nicola + You WHAT: Fresh meat. And eventually old gross meat too. WHEN: Bloomingtide, pre-mod plot. WHERE: Kirkwall & the Gallows for now. NOTES: Putting open and closed things for all my dudes in here as I write them, so if you want to plan something with any of them, tap my shoulder about it.
Nicola has had more charming first impressions than the cocky and implying his entire city lacks imagination. But he's also had less charming first impressions, and made them himself, so he only raises his eyebrows and tips his head as if giving this some thought.
What he's actually giving thought to is her contemplation of him. What her options here must be. The worrying fact that she has not already taken pity and gone first.
Maybe he should be embarrassed, about the hesitation, but he isn't. He has been very calm about meeting more mages in a single day than he'd ever encountered in his life. Extremely relaxed and reasonable about his roommate options being exclusively mages, too, plus one rifter. He didn't gawp at the griffons. He has, by his calculations, earned some hesitation over stepping through what is supposed to be glass into an alternate dimension.
It probably isn’t an immediate comfort to him that she stops to think about this question, or that she seems to be deciding what counts toward its answer—
“Not never,” she decides, “and the delay on returning wasn’t inexplicably magical and unique.” Borderline explicably magic and unique, except she doesn’t think a kidnapping is inherently, as a cause for disappearance, that special just because a demon did it. Impersonating everybody was the fucked up part, and hardly related to the eluvians,
Riftwatch has to answer a lot of questions most people never have to consider. It shifts one’s perspective, over time.
“Here,” she says, deciding that neither leaving him unattended to pussy out or sending him through ahead to somehow immediately find mischief are ideal outcomes for either of them and looping her elbow through his, “we’ll go together. It’ll be less impressive once it’s less mysterious.”
Maybe they’d have more support if more people realised they were seven people with the budget of three trying not to understand that they shouldn’t be able to fly in case they realise it’s true and plummet to their deaths.
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What he's actually giving thought to is her contemplation of him. What her options here must be. The worrying fact that she has not already taken pity and gone first.
Maybe he should be embarrassed, about the hesitation, but he isn't. He has been very calm about meeting more mages in a single day than he'd ever encountered in his life. Extremely relaxed and reasonable about his roommate options being exclusively mages, too, plus one rifter. He didn't gawp at the griffons. He has, by his calculations, earned some hesitation over stepping through what is supposed to be glass into an alternate dimension.
"Has anyone ever gone in and never come back?"
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“Not never,” she decides, “and the delay on returning wasn’t inexplicably magical and unique.” Borderline explicably magic and unique, except she doesn’t think a kidnapping is inherently, as a cause for disappearance, that special just because a demon did it. Impersonating everybody was the fucked up part, and hardly related to the eluvians,
Riftwatch has to answer a lot of questions most people never have to consider. It shifts one’s perspective, over time.
“Here,” she says, deciding that neither leaving him unattended to pussy out or sending him through ahead to somehow immediately find mischief are ideal outcomes for either of them and looping her elbow through his, “we’ll go together. It’ll be less impressive once it’s less mysterious.”
Maybe they’d have more support if more people realised they were seven people with the budget of three trying not to understand that they shouldn’t be able to fly in case they realise it’s true and plummet to their deaths.