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faderift2016-03-26 10:29 am
singularwill) wrote in faderift2016-03-26 10:29 am
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[semi-open] Solas Returns
WHO: Solas, open to: the Advisors, the Inner Circle, and peeps who want CR that have checked with me first. Hit me up here if you aren't sure
WHAT: Solace returns to Skyhold
WHEN: Drakonis 25 and onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: general warning for eggheads
WHAT: Solace returns to Skyhold
WHEN: Drakonis 25 and onward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: general warning for eggheads
Advisors
He brought the Rifters to the castle, but spent little time getting them acquainted, other than introducing them to a few of the scouts, who then were told to show them around the castle and find out who they were supposed to report to.
Solas had his own reports to make. And his own questions.
So when he burst into the War Room, mid-meeting, he was already starting on them before anyone had the chance to question him.
"Exactly how many shard bearers does the Inquisition have? I have just brought four with me, and I have heard rumours of the others, but--"
Inner Circle/Previous CR
He also made careful note to visit the others of the Inner Circle, whether or not he was personally fond of him. He needed to be brought fully up to date with the workings of the Inquisition, and the Herald's original Inner Circle were the best way to ascertain that.
So he sought each out, wherever they could be found, and offered a greeting. Some more formal than others.
[ooc: just go ahead and set up where they are and I'll have Solas approach them individually. Cass: you can have a post-advisor thread for one-on-one if you like!]
For Everyone Else
[Contact me OOC and I can set you up an individual starter.]
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He had gone looking for Sera, but the day was growing late, he was tired, and she was not in the haunts he expected. So eventually he headed back to his room at the base of the tower, to quickly jot down the thoughts he had been having through most of the day, as to not loose them. His head was down, as he entered, and he sat down in his chair with a little less grace than he would have done had he not thought he was alone.
It wobbled.
It didn't bother him at first - he barely noticed - but when he reached out to dip his quill in ink, it wobbled quite a bit more warningly, and he stopped, frowning down at his chair.
He cursed in elven as he stood up to adjust it, and only then noticed that there was someone watching him up above, from the scaffolding.
"Sera. I take it this is your handiwork?"
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"Knew you wouldn't be able to stand it. Proper and prepared elf. Wasn't thinking you'd be back, yeah?"
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And he had been intending on seeing her.
"I am sure anyone who enjoys sitting would find that incredibly annoying, however proper or prepared. Is this where you've been? I went looking for you in your quarters, and found them otherwise occupied."
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She's not coming down yet, not until she's sure she knows what the mage is about. Looking for her? Did he see some weird dream thing where she'd slapped a dalish in the fast or something?
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"I intended to check in on all my comrades, after being so long away. I thought that you might have an - interesting take on the situation, considering. The Inquisition seems changed, since I last was among their numbers."
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So proud of herself that she giggles as she finally pushes off the end of the scaffolding and lands, near silently, on the ground.
"But heard you'd you run off."
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"Yes, well, when the woman you are charged with keeping alive dies, and you find yourself in a body made up of angry, grief-stricken humans who need someone to blame, it doesn't always seem wise to stick around, no. I had thought any help I could have offered was useless. It appears I was wrong."
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Sera approves +50."You're helping...so it really is all Fade and demon shit, right? The shards and all that."
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"Eloquent as always, but the answer is: yes, and no. I am, of this moment, almost completely convinced that it has nothing to do with demons. As for the Fade - even that, I am not sure. I have a theory, but I have yet to be able to test it, or, even, formulate it as concisely as I would wish. I think in this case it is less intentional magic than it is - luck."
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The chair is wobbly, so Sera sits her butt down on the edge of Solas' desk, trying to puzzle out if there's something he'd found she can actually arrow back into oblivion and make the world better.
"And some shit luck, this."
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There was almost a sigh in his voice, but he kept it in.
"Quite. Not as terrible as you might think, however. I had thought the Anchor lost to us, and with it, our hope of defeating Corypheus and closing the breach. It is... not ideal, to have the Anchor in shards, in this form. But it is better than what we possibly could have hoped for, in the situation."
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Not much he really learned, so far she can tell. Except people were people...which for Solas might really have taken some time.
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"I had hoped I might find another way of closing the rifts, without the anchor," he admitted. "I believed the Anchor to be elven - after seeing the orb Corypheus carried in Haven - and went to see if I could find any records of it, or perhaps even discover the magic that created it, in the first place. But while I found some references, there was nothing that led me to believe I could recreate the Anchor. Not without the Orb that Corypheus carries."
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Literally everything after 'elven' and Cory-face was a dull buzz in her ear. The snobbiest elf ever- yeah, one that even thought the Dalish tits weren't elf enough- thought elves had made the greatest power. She didn't have the eye muscles to roll them hard enough. Sera may have to ask Cass for training on that one.
"Cory-dick. So Vint magic."