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healthespirit (healthespirit) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-07-04 19:11:00

Who: Anders & Edmund
What: Walking the new place
Where: the streets
When: early morning, July 4th
Rating: TBD
Status: Open & ongoing

Rocky start was something of an understatement, so far. It wasn't enough that he'd been transported somewhere where there was no fade but it had to be completely different than his home. Home world? Was this a different planet? There were so many people that he'd seen on this net thing that knew where they were, recognized the area already. He also couldn't decide if it was a bad thing or a good thing that other people he knew where here. Maybe if it had been just Hawke? But no, she'd seen first hand what it was like for Anders and Justice to act as one, a terrorist, an uncontrollable force. He wouldn't apologize, but he couldn't see the other side of it. Alistair and Solona knew him from before allowing Justice to use his body as a home, knew now how far he'd come.

Was being summoned here a second chance for him? He didn't see it as such but maybe it was. He'd expected to die or go on the run, not to be transported to a new world where he couldn't see what happened.

He'd spent a few days in his room, only coming out maybe once or twice, but he'd made the sudden decision to leave and check out the streets around him. If he was going to be stuck here for Maker knew how long, he could at least look around. Anders had waited until he could no longer hear anything else from the rest of the apartment and slowly turned the knob on his door, looking out into the dark room beyond it. Maybe everyone else was asleep? In any case, he'd wrapped himself up in a black cloak, one close to that he'd worn before leaving Kirkwall, and stepped out into the hall. Through the hall to the stairs, down several flights and out, into the cooler night air. It felt nice on his face, and he paused for a moment to feel it before continuing on.

Loose sandy strands fluttered around his face as he picked a direction and started walking, making sure to note where he was going so he could figure out how to make it home. Who would he end up running into? Was anyone even awake at this hour?

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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justed
2019-07-05 02:57 am UTC (link)

Dreams had woken Edmund in the wee hours of the night, and after an unsuccessful attempt at returning to sleep, he'd finally risen, dressed, and headed out for a walk. At home, Edmund was a notoriously early riser. His roommates at university tended to roll their eyes at his eagerness to start the day while his more knowledgeable siblings were prone to worry over his insomnia. At any rate, he was usually up early. It had been somewhat refreshing to find a similarly nocturnal roommate in Rose - one less concern in the adjustment of living with a new person - but he still preferred a private excursion now and then. Privacy meant fewer questions.

By instinct, he found himself wandering down one of the streets which he hoped led to the shore of the island. It had been a habit on dark nights back in Narnia to seek out the Eastern Sea from whence Aslan came. Here was not there, of course, but the familiarity soothed his nerves. There was so little here that was familiar, the most glaring absence being that of his brother and sisters. They had never been this far apart before. Even when at separate schools or countries - even on the Dawn Treader - he'd been in contact with at least one of his siblings by letter at the bare minimum. Even more concerning was the mission they'd undertaken. With Edmund here, how was it faring? Had Peter passed along the rings to Eustace and Jill? And there was the other nagging thought, the image of the speeding train just before Edmund closed his eyes and opened them on Goodland.

He didn't need to think about that.

When Edmund saw another earlybird abroad, he almost turned and walked down another street. There was something familiar about the form, however, so he paused. He'd been remiss in getting to know the other stragglers. Perhaps he'd been homesick, perhaps slightly overwhelmed by all the differences or engrossed in beginning his new work here, but that was no excuse. He had a duty to his fellow captives. No matter how or why Edmund had come here, he was still a king, and a king did not hide in his rooms when there were people to be helped - whether or not he felt adequate to the task.

"Hello," he called - not too loud to offend the pre-dawn stillness but clearly enough to be heard. "Are you from Ostrich's Villa?"

No doubt Susan would have known everyone by name already, and Peter be able to greet them as comrades in arms, while Lucy would have had their favorite treats memorized. Edmund had to ask.

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healthespirit
2019-07-05 03:44 am UTC (link)

In the few days Anders had been here, on this island everyone kept calling Manhattan, Justice had come out in a bid for control a few times. His hold, though, was weak, almost like it had been when he had first slipped into his body. Almost like they weren't one intertwined like they had been during the attack on the Chantry. This wasn't something he had mentioned to anyone else and he couldn't quite put a finger on why he was so hesitant with this. With the way the mage had twisted the spirit, it should have been a good thing that the connection felt different. Even so, he didn't like the fade just not being there. He went back and forth between being relieved and terrified and, of course, half of the people he was trying to avoid lived in the same 'apartment' as he did for now. If he didn't already know, he'd be questioning everyone what brought this down on him.

Was every important figure in Thedas being kidnapped into this world?

Was there a way to separate Justice and himself without either dying in this world?

If only there was just one slip of something familiar that wasn't a person. What he wouldn't give to get a piece of home right about now. Then again, he didn't really have a home, especially not Thedas.

Bringing a hand up to his face, Anders rubbed at a spot below his eye, almost not hearing the call from behind him. There was a short pause to movement in the mage, even to his breathing, before he turned around, looking at the man who had called out to him. There was a moment when he debated even saying anything at all, but he had turned around and as far as he could see, the blond didn't present any kind of threat. It wasn't a more than a few moments before he responded, his face a little serious. He could feel magic sparking in his fingertips, a feeling that was akin to the tingles of an asleep limb waking up.

"Yes, I am." Ostriches were something odd to him - there wasn't anything quite like them where he'd come from and, at first, they had filled him with some sort of unease. "I don't know how far I've come, though."

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justed
2019-07-09 04:29 pm UTC (link)

Edmund waited. He didn't blame anyone for being hesitant to respond. He'd come out for privacy himself, and it wasn't as if he knew anyone here that well. The closest he could claim was Rose, by proximity at least, and while she'd struck something of a chord with him, that was still at a wary level.

"So am I," said Edmund. "We're about four or five blocks, I should say." He paused, mentally hearing Susan's chiding for his lack of manners, and held out his right hand. "Pardon me. I'm Edmund."

[OOC: I'm sorry about the wait! I honestly could not find the thread again for the longest time.]

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