faderift | Into the DANGER ZONE

WHO: All Rifters + the 7 natives who signed up
WHAT: Searching the ruins of Haven for survivors, an Inquisition crew finds something strange. And demons. It's kind of scary that the demons aren't the strange thing.
WHEN: Third week of Harvestmere, 9:41
WHERE: Haven
NOTES: We've broken rifters and rescuers (or "rescuers") into two groups. This log has an arrival comment for each group--you can start smaller subthreads beneath those rather than try to have an eight- or nine-person log, just incorporate surrounding chaos/fighting--and a third top-level set for the whole group's journey back to Skyhold

You were asleep-- deeply or fitfully, for the last time or just resting your eyes for a moment-- and then you were not. And wherever you were was not, anymore, replaced by nothing but the sensation of falling, tumbling into endless, bottomless nothing. If this were still a dream, you would wake before you hit the ground. You can't die in a dream, they say. In some worlds.

But there's no waking here, just a flare of green-white light and a jarring impact, barely softened by snow that lies a foot deep with an icy crust that cracks beneath the force of your landing. The wind is biting cold, the sun is bright, and you are not alone. Others thud to the ground nearby, as bewildered as you, and others run up who look no less confused for having their feet beneath them.

You are also not as you were: in the palm of your left hand there glows a narrow splinter of light the same sickly green as whatever brought you here. It aches, a bone-deep pain that gnaws even through all the distractions. Like that you're being attacked by monsters, some tall, spindly stick-things with too many eyes, some hunched and hooded with no eyes at all.

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh, so it was something like that. While he did want to know more - to see if he'd be able to get back eventually, if nothing else - at the moment a detailed explanation maybe wasn't the best idea. He might not know exactly where she was going with it, but every time someone'd tried to explain something complicated like that, half the time it went right over his head.

It'd take more time than they likely had right now to get it to a point where he grasped enough of it to get the notion to sink in, and rather than ask a million questions to try and get more of an idea, he simply shook his head.

"Look, don't worry about that. Chances are I'd not understand what you were talking about, anyway. However I got here, the fact is we're still fighting monsters and I'm thinking they're maybe a bit of a problem, since you knew what the best way to stop them was. Or am I wrong about that?"

"Demons." Monsters yes, but demons specifically. "They fell through the rift shortly before you did."

Whether or not that made the rest of them demons or spirits or something other entirely, she couldn't say. Too much of this was strange- much like this man she had no point of reference for it. This was all new.

"There are supposedly more of them also spouting demons." Whether or not they also spat out people, well.

"Demons. Och, that's just great."

They weren't exactly how he'd pictured them being, but that didn't make much of a difference in the end. They were still here, and that was more than enough to get his lips to press together and his mouth to tug off to one side.

"And we came with them, so..." So likely everyone was going to think they were demons too. "Don't suppose we're going to just be allowed to leave after this, then."

"I am afraid not. You're part of the mystery for us- what these are, what it means. You are also one of the few with a mark much like the rifts on your palm, yes? We do not know what that means. It might be in your best interest to remain." For whatever that was worth. "...I am fairly certain you won't be carted back to Skyhold in chains but- I do not think it safe for you to wander away."

That was more or less what he'd been expecting to hear. Granted, it won't be a surprise to him if chains do wind up being used in the end, but that was something to worry about later. They'd likely not be clamped on while there were demons still about, at any rate, and he'd take that for now.

"No, I suppose not. Suppose I shouldn't be surprised that there's a mystery here either." He shrugged, the corners of his mouth turning up in a wry smile. "That seems to happen to me a lot. How're you feeling now, by the way? Any better?"

"Falling through tears in reality into battle and further mystery happens to you...often." What in the Maker's name did that mean? Though it was better he be accustomed to this rather than startled, terrified, and asking many questions that neither could truly answer. Thank Andraste for small blessings she supposed. "Rested enough for another bout should they come, thank you. I am in your debt."

How to pay that, well. She would have to sort it out later. Standing did not seem so difficult any longer and she carefully moved her weight more to her own feet than her staff, shrugging off the earlier exhaustion. They were not yet finished.

"Not falling through tears in reality, no." Although there had been one time where that was a little closer to the truth than others, but he wasn't sure he was ready to explain the TARDIS and what exactly it was able to do, at least not in any detail. If he kept it more general, though...maybe that would work. "But the last place our ship wound up was almost right in the middle of a battle. And...well, usually when we do go somewhere some sort of mystery seems to turn up. Or trouble. Or both."

As he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, his mouth curved into a wry smile. While he wasn't accustomed to everything, he was used to a lot more than a fair amount of other people. Hopefully that would help with whatever came next. This fight, though, wouldn't have gone the way it had if he hadn't had other help, and he was grateful enough for that when she said that she was in his debt, he shook his head.

"Look, I don't think I'd have been able to fight those demons as well if you'd not done what you did to my stick. As far as I'm concerned, we're even. But if you need me out there again, let me know, aye? My name's Jamie."

"How does a ship simply- actually. No. I do not think I wish to know right now. Perhaps later, after the walk back to Skyhold." Something to keep her mind off the journey, the cold, and the demons. Something that might help him settle in this far from home.

That would surely take more than a little while as she wasn't sure exactly what manner of world this man came from in the first place.

"I was not very well going to let you fight unarmed, Jamie." It feels far too familiar for someone she'd only just met- but if that was how he wished to be addressed? She would call him that. "Adelaide. If you have need of a healer afterward or support in the middle."

Winding up where they did was complicated enough that he's internally a little relieved when she doesn't press the issue. If she really wants to know later on, then he'll have a go at trying to explain it, but for now it's probably for the best he doesn't have to. It'll take time they simply don't have at the moment - so later it is.

Unlike Adelaide, though, Jamie has no problems with the familiarity he's brought into things. It doesn't even occur to him that she might prefer a form of address that's not quite so casual. After three years with the Doctor, he's gotten too used to being introduced by just his first name, or occasionally by his first and last name. Without knowing things are different here, he simply goes with what he knows - and what he feels, which means that he winds up giving her a brief, but genuine smile when she offers that support.

"Well, I've no plans on winding up getting hurt, but I'll keep in it mind. Think we'll sort these demons out quickly enough that it'll not be a problem, though. Then we'll be able to talk later on. But, in case I don't get the chance to see you again...thank you, Adelaide."

With that said, he shifts his grip on his ice sword, holding it in such a way that he can move but still bring it to bear when it's needed again. Once that's done, he gives her one last nod, then starts to head towards the next group of enemies, letting the battle take him where it will - even if chances are that means they'll wind up separated. Once the demons are gone, he'll see about tracking her down again.

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