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itinere2015-09-24 04:43 pm
championinquisitor) wrote in itinere2015-09-24 04:43 pm
one day soon the dawn will come }{ open
As some of the town reels from nightmares, someone else steps through her door and into Itinere. Alaina had just come back to Skyhold from the Emerald Graves -- a really gorgeous place, if not exceedingly depressing at the same time -- and she had decided to pay Cullen a visit. It was late enough in the day that she thought he could use a break and she had wanted to set her armor down up in his loft rather than cart it all the way up to her quarters. That was her excuse anyway.
And her plan.
What really happened was that she took her helmet off, tucked it under her arm, pushed open the door to his tower, and promptly found herself stepping into a town she has never seen before. Her first thought is to blame Venatori mages. It's always the Venatori. But how would they have gotten into Skyhold?
Food for thought. Bitter, sour, tastes like Gurgut intestines food for thought.
Sighing to herself, she makes her way through town. Her long two-handed sword is still strapped to her back, her armor glistens in what light she can find, and her helmet remains tucked under her arm. For now. If any Venatori turn up, all bets are off. In fact, the only bets she'll be taking then are how fast she can take them down. So if she looks like she's tensed for an attack... she probably is.
Still, eventually in her wandering, she will start walking up to people for information. Where's Scout Harding when Alaina needs her?
"Excuse me. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."
And her plan.
What really happened was that she took her helmet off, tucked it under her arm, pushed open the door to his tower, and promptly found herself stepping into a town she has never seen before. Her first thought is to blame Venatori mages. It's always the Venatori. But how would they have gotten into Skyhold?
Food for thought. Bitter, sour, tastes like Gurgut intestines food for thought.
Sighing to herself, she makes her way through town. Her long two-handed sword is still strapped to her back, her armor glistens in what light she can find, and her helmet remains tucked under her arm. For now. If any Venatori turn up, all bets are off. In fact, the only bets she'll be taking then are how fast she can take them down. So if she looks like she's tensed for an attack... she probably is.
Still, eventually in her wandering, she will start walking up to people for information. Where's Scout Harding when Alaina needs her?
"Excuse me. I was hoping you could answer a few questions for me."
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"So did a mage make this?" And if so, which one and how does it even work?
As for the rest, she waits until she's read the message and has had enough of being toyed with by whatever means this is. The device goes back into her pocket, not because she wants it, but because she wants to keep an eye on it. Folding her arms over her chest, she regards the other woman with equal parts surprise and curiosity.
"You really aren't from Thedas, are you?" she asks. "Everyone in Thedas knows who I am and what I do." It's weird having someone who doesn't automatically think Herald when she walks in the room. "They call me the Herald of Andraste because I have power over the rifts in the Veil. I have been to the Fade in physical form and survived because of the Anchor. No one else has it. No one else can seal the break in the Veil that we call the Breach." The only good part right now is that the Breach is mostly sealed right now. The Inquisition and the Templars stopped the Breach from swallowing the world. All that's left is stopping Corypheus and finding a way to kill him for good.
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"Nope. I'm from a place called Russia -- originally, anyway." Though she suspects the question was more rhetorical. "Can't say I've ever encountered a Thedas. Where is it?" Not that she expects their world's geography to be the same, but some details like landlocked or not, would still paint a picture. But that almost becomes the less important detail when she goes on to talk about her role. Yep, she's someone not to be messed with, mental node made.
"So does that mean you have magic?" Or ... something like it, she supposes. "I just have normal human abilities, but back in my home, I work with some people who have I guess what you'd call 'enhanced abilities' through various means." Steve with his super soldier ways from the serum, Wanda with her mental powers from being part of a human experiment, Vision who's not even human, Thor who's ... well - Thor, and Bruce the aforementioned big green guy thanks to gamma radiation.
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"Thedas is a continent. It's where most people seem to be from, though it isn't the entire world. I was born in the Free Marches to the north, but I've been living in Ferelden for a while now." Wherever Russia is, Alaina knows it has nothing to do with Thedas. For better or worse. Maybe Natasha is from somewhere else in their world. Odd to think about.
"I don't, not exactly. I just have this." Raising her left hand, Alaina calls upon the power of the Anchor. With the Veil being practically non-existent here, the most it does is sputter, glowing bright neon green and crackling with energy. It doesn't last long, though, and soon she's lowering her hand again. "That's the Anchor, my power to open and close rifts in the Veil. It was made from powerful magic, but I'm not a mage."
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"Sounds like a large place." At least, the way she talks about some of the other locations in it, makes it sound large. Or maybe that's just Natasha's bias showing there since she's more used to larger places to begin with. "Is your planet called earth, too?"
It may not be very powerful here, but it's still enough to be notable for sure, at least it is if you ask Natasha. With eyebrows slightly lifted as she witnesses that, she phrases it another way. "So it works more or less like a magical key, in other words." Also a familiar concept to her (magical-ish keys), considering a certain blue cube that was basically a doorway to space.
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"Not that I'm aware of," she admits. "Is that the name of yours?"
The concept of a key is about right. Alaina nods slowly, her mind immediately drawn to what the spirit in the Fade told her. "It's a needle that pulls me, the thread, and it acts like a key that opens and closes the rifts." So... yes, but in a roundabout way. The Anchor does a lot and she doesn't even know everything about it. "At least, that's what someone told me once. All I really know is that it closes rifts and that saves lives." She'll stop Corypheus for good with it. That's what she cares about.