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crystal, early Harvestmere;

[faithlikeaseed]

[Now, what could this be?]

Serah Argentum? I'm Myrobalan Shivana; we're in the rifts project together and I don't believe we've spoken before. D'you have a moment?

[crowncitizen]

[A pleasant surprise!]

Oh, hey. Sure, I have a moment. What can I do ya for?

[faithlikeaseed]

[...That's. That's an idiom, right there. He's got to think about it a moment before it clicks, and he gives a brief laugh.]

Talk, mostly. Warden Serra's asked me to be her assistant on the project, and I thought it'd be a good first step to get to know who I'll be working with.

--And before I get off on any other questions, is that something you'd prefer to do over these, [he ticks a nail against his crystal; tink,] or in person?

[rowancrowned]

Good evening, Serrah Argentum. I know we have yet to formally meet. I am Thranduil, the head of the Research division here in Kirkwall.

[ he calls at an hour fairly soon after the Gallows mess would have closed for the evening. his tone is polite, perfunctory. ]

This is not a social call, but rather one under the purview of Research. Would you mind describing, as best you are able, whatever you were doing shortly before you arrived in Thedas?

[ pause, shuffling of paper. ]

I am seeking to gather information about Rifters. As the Inquisition has stopped conducting formal interviews upon arrival, we do not have much documentation on the phenomenon for those of us who have arrived more recently. You are not obligated to answer, and are quite free to refuse.

[crowncitizen]

[He's only heard of Thranduil, and mostly in passing and just a mention of him being head of Research. Also that he's a Rifter. Naturally, Prompto's surprised that Thranduil's reaching out to him, but that confusion quickly subsides as the other Rifter explains why. He hadn't even known interviews had been conducted in the past, though it makes sense.]

Good evening to you, too. I don't mind answering! Just... let me try to remember.

[He remembers what he was doing for the most part, it's just recalling the details.]

I was with my friends on a train. The last thing I remember was realizing the train was under attack by daemons - er, they're a bit different than the ones here in Thedas, but they're just as dangerous and not fun to fight. Before I could even get out my gun, I found myself falling through a Rift.

[rowancrowned]

I see. [ his pause is ostensibly to take notes. ]

My thanks for your help.

crystal;

[sulena]

( don't be embarrassing, don't be embarrassing, don't be— )

Prompto, hello! It's Sao— ( and then a clatter as her crystal falls to the ground and she scrambles to pick it back up before something worst happened. maker, please just end her suffering. ) S-sorry! It's.. um, it's Saoirse, I'm sorry this is so sudden but I had a request to make if you had time to listen.

[crowncitizen]

[oh gosh ARE YOU OKAY SAOIRSE?? Prompto considers asking what happened, but she sounds a bit flummoxed enough as is.]

Hey! [He's always glad to hear from her.] Sure, I've always got time for ya. What do you need?

[sulena]

( thank the marker for small pluses in her favor. )

I'm glad to hear that, thank you. I have something important that has come up. One of families of the rescued children has decided to leave Kirkwall, I cannot blame them given what has happened and I have agreed to help them in the process.

( it is the very least she can do, after all. ) You see, they are moving to Starkhaven... my home. I'll be accompanying them least they run into trouble on the road. Would you be interested in accompanying me on this trip? We'll need help and I trust you, plus I can show you Starkhaven. You'll love it there, I think.

crystal; pretend it was a few days ago for Reasons

[dashing]

Serah Argentum. I hope the winter chill has not been treating you poorly - is this a bad time?

now i am intrigued

[crowncitizen]

Oh, hey! I haven't turned into an icicle yet, so I consider that a good thing. Hope you're staying warm, too.

[This is... unexpected, to say the least, but he likes Herian well enough so he's not worried.]

No, now's fine. Everything okay?

I'm totally overselling it but shhh

[dashing]

A fine accomplishment. ( Is that dry humour, or ...? It's a mystery. ) All is well, I assure you.

( And now... the stumbling block. The problem is that, while Herian is able to be friendly and humorous and sometimes even charming with those dear to her, those people currently number at about two who are presently in Kirkwall; Cosima and Saoirse, and the latter has the advantage of knowing her all her life. She also has the dubious honour of being the reason Herian is calling.

There's a long hesitation, in which she's trying to figure out how to go about this, and second-guessing that it may, in fact, be a terrible idea, and interfereing, and possibly not what Saoirse would want, despite their recent conversation. )

Ah— I hope you can forgive me the presumption, but I've some information that I think may be to your interests, regarding a mutual acquaintance. It is not a matter of any delicacy, I assure you, only that... you are her friend, so I thought you'd care to know when her birthday falls, in case you should have some desire to acquire a gift.

crystal

[sulena]

( these past two months or so have been rough which is a terrible way to begin a relationship. perhaps that is why (once the illnesses are over and the blood magic has ceased) that she contacts Prompto while still recovering from her own injuries. )

Are you busy?

[crowncitizen]

[To say the very least. Gods they need a break.]

Never for you~ What's up?

action - moment alone to catch up

[extraverse]

[Somehow Ignis has tea. It's not as good as coffee, of course, but it will do. He brings some over to Prompto, touching the blonde lightly on the shoulder so he knows exactly where he is, and then settles down with his own cup.]

I realize that I have yet to keep my promise to tell you what happened back home. If you've the time, I'd like to discuss it now.

[crowncitizen]

[Poor Iggy, having to survive without his Ebony. Maybe someday a crate of it will fall out of a rift. Hopefully it won't hit him on the head like Prompto's gun did.]

Thanks. [He blows gently on the tea to cool it down, listening to his friend.] Yeah. I'm sorry I wasn't there for what happened next. Did everything work out? Did you guys make it to the capital?

action yo

[tagartist]

[ She. Hates. Cold. It was ironic, considering that Oregon isn't exactly the warmest state, but she always dreamed of living in California - southern California, where there were no seasons and, most importantly, there was no. Fucking. Snow.

Grumpy as she was, it was never fun to be bitchy alone; so when she spots Prompto, one of the few familiar faces on this stupid trip, she's going to plop right down next to him, possibly closer than necessary, and pulling her beanie down a little more tightly on her head. ]

I'm filing a complaint, this is ridiculous. { A COMPLAINT WITH WHO, she does not know, but she'll make one, dammit. ]

[crowncitizen]

[Prompto's shivering right alongside of her. He hates the cold, too, though that comes with the painful memories associated with the cold and snow. At least he's not alone this time.

He manages a smile when Chloe plops down next to him.]

I'll give you a silver if you do. Don't think it'll get anywhere, though. I'm surprised you tagged along.

{ sending crystal }

[aceso]

Hello, Prompto? This is Christine. The one who took Church's portrait to him?

[ She feels she needs that included if he might not remember her. ]

I have a question for you, if you have the time?

[crowncitizen]

Oh, hey! [He remembers very well, her and her little dog. Church's portrait was the first he ever took in Thedas.] Sure, what's up?

action

[sulena]

( she realizes, mid-stride, that perhaps she should have contacted prompto beforehand to let him now that she had returned to kirkwall. every since she left the group's company following their return from the anderfels, they have talked daily though it did little to help the pang of loneliness in her heart whenever she heard his voice. it made her realize that telling him that she missed him seemed like a horrible understatement...

but in the aftermath of the newest news from the negotiations, saoirse could not help but hurry her return back from starkhaven. it's later in the evening when she finally arrives back in the city, hurrying back into the gallows with a first intent of heading to bed but as she climbs the stairs of the former mage tower, she cannot help the detour she makes to a familiar door.

again, she probably should have sent a message ahead but finally summons up enough courage to knock and hope that he was still awake. )

[crowncitizen]

[Prompto's not the... happiest of campers right now. Between the aftermath of that mission in the Anderfels, Saoirse being gone, and now all this phylactery nonsense, even the perpetual sunshine boy finds his rays a little dimmed. It's a lot for him to manage and still keep a smile.

The knock at the door has him lifting his head from his pillow. Noctis the cat sleeps undisturbed next to him, though he does wake up when Prompto rises, meowing his agitation. A bit sleepy and shirtless, Prompto hardly thinks twice about opening his door in his state of (un)dress.

The sight of her sends a shock through his system. That's - did she say she was coming back? How did he miss that?]

Saoirse?

post-Tevinter

[misdirection_hex]

[A brief message in a spidery but well-practiced hand has found its way into the hands of everyone in the newly-rechristened Hostile Powers project. None of this newfangled magical book business.]

In light of recent events abroad, their ongoing implications, and the necessary narrowing of our focus as a project, your input is requested at a project-wide conference that will be held via crystal at eight o'clock Tuesday evening.

Please let me know if you are unable to listen in. Minutes will be made available to those who cannot.

--Enchanter Vandelin, Assistant Project Leader

smashes into your inbox idc if you dropped you're not getting rid of me!!!!

[faithlikeaseed]

The Inquisition rumor mill has doubtless been making grist of the mission to the Abbey on the White Cliffs; there's enough horror and derring-do and blood in it for juicy gossip. (To say nothing of the actual miracle healing that's supposed to have happened to one of the team's members--that blind elf, you know the one--)

Myr, for his part, has been keeping a low profile in the last few days since returning. In truth, he still doesn't know how to sort everything he's seen--and felt, and done--into its proper boxes; he hasn't yet settled his heart and certainly is not ready to speak easily about the miracle. But he's an inkling he does owe his friends in the Inquisition an explanation of what had happened, and while he doesn't know all their faces to go looking for them--there's some he can.

Prompto, for one, since he'd seen the younger rifter when the grief demon pulled them into the Fade in the Anderfels. Though whether anyone looked in the Fade like themselves or how he imagined them to look is--up to debate, and that's the thought in the back of his head that keeps his tone just a little tentative when he comes looking for his friend and-- thinks he finds him.

"Prompto?"

YES GOOD

[crowncitizen]

Prompto's... sort of heard about it. He heard something went down in that abbey, anyway. Something about miracle healing and an elf and a rifter and a whole bunch of other stuff. Inquisition personnel gossip more and more outrageously than the pettiest, most bored bunch of housewives, so Prompto's learned to take the stories with a grain of salt.

When Myr finds him, Prompto's looking down, cleaning up his bow and tightening the string. He's rather focused, and doesn't even hear Myr approach until he says his name. He doesn't look up immediately when he says, "Hey, Myr." Only after he finishes tightening the string does he look up, and--

UH

WAIT

ARE THOSE--

"Myr? Wha - you've-" Prompto immediately stands up (why that makes a difference, who knows, a surprised brain is not a rational creature). Those are definitely eyes in his head. "How-"