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thecapitol2015-03-14 11:19 pm
revocation) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-14 11:19 pm
here lies the abyss; open;
Who| Cullen and YOU
What| After a truly horrific death in the arena, Cullen wakes up back in the Capitol. Time to regain his bearings and find his allies again!
Where| Around~ (Let me know if you want a specific prompt and I'll write one up!)
When| After his death, probably Wednesday or Thursday
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of nasty psychological torture probably.
[District 2 suite]
He wakes with a start, ready for battle. That had been the last thing he remembers doing, after all. A monster, or demon, some sort of creature that had taken Adella's likeness and twisted it into something corrupted and horrific had appeared. His rage and grief had overcome him at the sight of the terrible thing, like his worst fear made diseased flesh, and he'd attacked, as unprepared for it as he was.
The thing had ripped into him viciously, and he remembers nothing more until - this.
The room is white and pristine and too, too bright, and he's groping for a sword that isn't there for a few moments until he recalls where he must be. The Capitol. One dies in the arena, and wakes up in the Capitol. Or so he's been told.
That brings him to his senses. He needs to find the others, if they're here as promised. He needs to find Adella. Maker, if she's here, if she's alive, he'll build a shrine to Andraste with his own two hands.
With a determined set to his mouth, his jaw, strides through the district suite, towards the elevator. He does remember how these work, thanks to Ser Sam Wilson's guidance, all those weeks ago.
[Tribute Tower common area]
He very quickly realizes that he has no real idea where to find many of his companions and allies. Many of them arrived in the arena itself, and so he doesn't know which district they are assigned to, and even if he did, the chances of finding them in their respective suites he thinks are low. Eventually, he makes his way to the main common area on the ground floor. It sees a lot of traffic, it's a natural place to congregate and wait for one's companions. He hopes.
And he tries to avoid looking at the brightly flashing screens everywhere. Maker, does he try.
[The roof]
As evening settles over the city, Cullen finds his way to the quiet and (relative) darkness of the rooftop garden. Even this place is utterly alien to him in a lot of ways, but it's slightly easier to stomach than most of the rest of the building or the city beyond. There is so much light from the city that it's almost impossible to get a good look at the stars, something which Cullen finds baffling, but he attempts it anyway, taking deep, calming breaths as he turns his face up.
What| After a truly horrific death in the arena, Cullen wakes up back in the Capitol. Time to regain his bearings and find his allies again!
Where| Around~ (Let me know if you want a specific prompt and I'll write one up!)
When| After his death, probably Wednesday or Thursday
Warnings/Notes| Descriptions of nasty psychological torture probably.
[District 2 suite]
He wakes with a start, ready for battle. That had been the last thing he remembers doing, after all. A monster, or demon, some sort of creature that had taken Adella's likeness and twisted it into something corrupted and horrific had appeared. His rage and grief had overcome him at the sight of the terrible thing, like his worst fear made diseased flesh, and he'd attacked, as unprepared for it as he was.
The thing had ripped into him viciously, and he remembers nothing more until - this.
The room is white and pristine and too, too bright, and he's groping for a sword that isn't there for a few moments until he recalls where he must be. The Capitol. One dies in the arena, and wakes up in the Capitol. Or so he's been told.
That brings him to his senses. He needs to find the others, if they're here as promised. He needs to find Adella. Maker, if she's here, if she's alive, he'll build a shrine to Andraste with his own two hands.
With a determined set to his mouth, his jaw, strides through the district suite, towards the elevator. He does remember how these work, thanks to Ser Sam Wilson's guidance, all those weeks ago.
[Tribute Tower common area]
He very quickly realizes that he has no real idea where to find many of his companions and allies. Many of them arrived in the arena itself, and so he doesn't know which district they are assigned to, and even if he did, the chances of finding them in their respective suites he thinks are low. Eventually, he makes his way to the main common area on the ground floor. It sees a lot of traffic, it's a natural place to congregate and wait for one's companions. He hopes.
And he tries to avoid looking at the brightly flashing screens everywhere. Maker, does he try.
[The roof]
As evening settles over the city, Cullen finds his way to the quiet and (relative) darkness of the rooftop garden. Even this place is utterly alien to him in a lot of ways, but it's slightly easier to stomach than most of the rest of the building or the city beyond. There is so much light from the city that it's almost impossible to get a good look at the stars, something which Cullen finds baffling, but he attempts it anyway, taking deep, calming breaths as he turns his face up.
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She wants to point out to Cullen that his alliances should probably be a little more choosy than from the same world--Not even from the same world, but a similar one, with different people in different places. But was there really a point in that particular negativity? Not really. And maybe he's not misplaced in his optimism.
He does leave her hanging, but she puts her hand down, wiping it on the side of her pants. It was kinda covered in chocolate anyway.
"I want to believe that, Cullen." She replied, staring up into the sky. "It sounds like a nice thing." The truth, the ugly, bitter truth, was that it did matter what the Capitol did. Now that Alistair was in the picture, it absolutely mattered, because she would kill every one of them, personally, if it kept Alistair alive. If it kept him from the Capitol's tortures. She would drown the arena, the Tower, and the Capitol itself in a sea of blood if it saved him.
"So I will believe." She flashed a smile at Cullen, popping some more chocolate in her mouth. "I can do some of the things that I want. We're in this together."
He has Adella. He understands. She thought, offering him the bag again.
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Whatever their personal feelings for each other, if this place is as much about outward appearance as it seems, then he intends for them to project an outward appearance of unbreakable unity. Period.
That's all he means. That's all he ever means.
He waves off the candy vaguely - chocolate is alright, but he's never had much of a sweet tooth for anything except his mother's shortbread and lemon cakes.
"We're all in this together, that's the important thing to remember," he agrees.