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Anders (libertassumptus) wrote in crownplazaic,
@ 2020-12-11 22:14:00

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!log/thread, anders, sypha belnades

Who: Anders & Sypha
Where: The Lobby
When: Evening of December 11th, several hours after this
What: Confused Apostate arrives at the Crown Plaza
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Probable references to backstory angst (systematic oppression of a minority group, possession, acts of terrorism), others TBD

The light here wasn't right. Too bright, too constant. Lacking the gentle flicker of candle or oil lamp. At first, Anders thought himself in the Fade - that, though troubling, would have accounted for the Noise, at least, a background hum of Spirit-piled-upon-Spirit he'd seldom encountered in Thedas outside the Bone Pit or (Maker help him) the Deep Roads - but it wasn't that either. The light there emanated from the walls, rose from the ground, and wasn't nearly this yellow. Besides, had it been the Fade, at least part of him would have felt at home. That Justice (already stirring beneath his skin, hackles raised, an itch he had no hope of scratching) was equally confused elevated things from 'troubling' to 'incredibly bloody scary'; while waking somewhere other than where he last remembered being was becoming less and less unusual the longer the Call pressed at the edges of the Spirit's resolve (and the more of his time and energy the Glorious Rebellion devoured, Justice's disdain for such distractions as 'sleep' and 'food' being somewhat of a boon), between them they could usually at least account for the time lost. Here? Nothing. A blank. Irksome.

There had been a noise, when they arrived. He remembered that. An incessant, insistent trilling that he eventually tracked to a curious device perched on the desk before him, and then - when he lifted the thing to get a better look, and part of it fell off, dangling from the body by a twirling cord - a distant voice. Then a hideous shrieking sound. Then a low, monotone moaning that even now issued from the smaller portion. None of that had made him any less confused. Also irksome.

And so here he was, in raiment resembling (so Merrill would no doubt have commented, if she were here) a disgruntled fledgling crow, his fingers drumming irritably on the desk's surface, thoroughly irked, and trying to figure out what in Thedas he was supposed to do next.

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sypha
2020-12-12 03:38 am UTC (link)

Sypha was on her way to the kitchen to scrounge up a proper breakfast, or as close as she could find to one considering she'd still yet to ask anyone about the appliances, when she came across the man in the lobby. He appeared to be dressed in clothes closer to her own home than the 'modern' amenities of the hotel, which definitely peaked her interest. The robes did not speak of regularly citizenry, and the feathers upon his shoulders were mostly signaling possible sorcery.

She wasn't dressed in her robes, but a pair of pants and a t-shirt provided in the closet, as it was easier to just blend in that way. The oversized hoodie obscured most of her feminine features, along with the short cut of her hair. Old habits die hard and all that.

"Hello," she called out to the man's back, not wanting to get close enough to alarm him. Her fingers twitched at her side, in case she needed to quick cast in defense. Other than that, she looked mostly relaxed. "Have you been standing there long?"

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libertassumptus
2020-12-12 01:51 pm UTC (link)

The call startled him, sparks coalescing instinctually around his fingers as he turned, Justice eager as ever to turn some of his simmering disquiet into Action. The speaker looked harmless enough (odd garb notwithstanding), but you didn't pass through the Harrowing unscathed by trusting in appearances, and Maker knew he'd relied on people underestimating a small frame and approachable demeanor often enough when on the run himself.

"... just got here." His tone was cautious, an odd low rumble creeping in at the edges as if two voices were speaking at once. "Which... where is here, exactly?"