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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-26 10:26 pm
not_a_slave) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-26 10:26 pm
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§ I'm starting to slip, I'm losing my grip | OTA
WHO: Fenris
WHERE: Around 6I village at night, the Inn at lunch and in the evenings
WHEN: October 13-27
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: ... nothing yet
Being barely tangible is, in fact, nothing new to Fenris.
It's one of the abilities his lyrium markings gave him, the ability to reach into their power to slip just a little out of the real world, to become a lyrium ghost, difficult to see and difficult to hit in combat. It's been a useful ability in the past, when he's used it to slip away from his enemies' attentions and allowing him to surprise them in an attack.
It isn't a useful ability when he can't control it. It came on slowly, the realization that his shadow had vanished and that it if he went into the Inn at night, it was difficult to get anyone to notice him. He's sturdily built, with silver tattoos across his visible skin; not being noticed is hardly a common concern for him.
But it is now.
He takes to going out at night, in part to avoid the feeling that Hawke barely knows he's there most of the time. He paces the streets of the village with the same barely contained anger that had sometimes seen him take on the gangs of slavers and thieves who tried to take the streets of Kirkwall at night. Nighttime holds few fears for him, even in this apparently uncontrollably magical state.
Some nights, he watches out for other people in the same half-there state as he is. He takes up a station by the crossroads at the heart of the village, at the edge of the park, and waits to see if anyone will come past, and then, if they'll even see him.
At times, he slips into the Inn, sometimes during the day and sometimes in the evening. During the midday meal, he has no difficulty getting people to see him, and he can take a place at the lunch table alongside others in the village, speak and be noticed, and carry on as normal.
In the evenings, though, he's barely noticeable, and it's only the one time that he accidentally knocks into a chair as he's dodging to avoid running into someone coming the other way that anyone seems to pay him much attention.
The chair does make a big noise as it tips over.
WHERE: Around 6I village at night, the Inn at lunch and in the evenings
WHEN: October 13-27
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: ... nothing yet
Being barely tangible is, in fact, nothing new to Fenris.
It's one of the abilities his lyrium markings gave him, the ability to reach into their power to slip just a little out of the real world, to become a lyrium ghost, difficult to see and difficult to hit in combat. It's been a useful ability in the past, when he's used it to slip away from his enemies' attentions and allowing him to surprise them in an attack.
It isn't a useful ability when he can't control it. It came on slowly, the realization that his shadow had vanished and that it if he went into the Inn at night, it was difficult to get anyone to notice him. He's sturdily built, with silver tattoos across his visible skin; not being noticed is hardly a common concern for him.
But it is now.
He takes to going out at night, in part to avoid the feeling that Hawke barely knows he's there most of the time. He paces the streets of the village with the same barely contained anger that had sometimes seen him take on the gangs of slavers and thieves who tried to take the streets of Kirkwall at night. Nighttime holds few fears for him, even in this apparently uncontrollably magical state.
Some nights, he watches out for other people in the same half-there state as he is. He takes up a station by the crossroads at the heart of the village, at the edge of the park, and waits to see if anyone will come past, and then, if they'll even see him.
At times, he slips into the Inn, sometimes during the day and sometimes in the evening. During the midday meal, he has no difficulty getting people to see him, and he can take a place at the lunch table alongside others in the village, speak and be noticed, and carry on as normal.
In the evenings, though, he's barely noticeable, and it's only the one time that he accidentally knocks into a chair as he's dodging to avoid running into someone coming the other way that anyone seems to pay him much attention.
The chair does make a big noise as it tips over.
evening
Any sign of magic gets him pointing like a hunting hound, honestly. He was all about the foxes last time around. If there's some magic, his has to be there somewhere, and he'll get it back.
"You okay there, bubbeleh?" The voice is somehow both shrill and syrupy, like a cat with allergy symptoms, and its owner matches neatly. He's not really sitting in the chair he's claimed, more draped across it like he melted slightly, legs propped over one arm and head on the other to let a thick, untidy blonde braid tumble to pool on the floor.
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"You can see me."
It could be just the noise that he'd made as he stumbled, but the man does seem to be actually talking to him and looking at him. Fenris doesn't let much of the relief at that thought enter into his voice or his expression, but he does stop walking and, after a moment, turn to look more fully at the man, who's lounging across a chair like he couldn't take the moment to sit more fully.
He'll take it, if he can actually see through Fenris' apparent half-hidden state.
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He turns over with an odd, liquid grace so he's abruptly resting his chin and hands on the arm of the chair, experimenting with a few angles to see if that brings this stranger into better focus. It does not. "Recently shadowless, myself." He holds out a hand to demonstrate the eerie way the firelight travels right through uninterrupted. "Give you good odds on related phenomena."