[Open to you and you and you]

[uncalled_for]

Who| Fiona and Y o u ~
What| Of the mind she can walk it off.
Where| District 2 suites and around the capitol!
When| Nnnow?
Warnings/Notes| Nothing for now, things may be added in subject headers if need be.



[D2 Suites]

When no one was in the living area Fiona paced. She couldn't go into her designated room. She had peeked inside and it was nice there, as it was in the living area, with everything seeming to be high quality. Fluffed beds and pillows, a large window, they gave her food, and nice clothes.

It made her sick to her stomach. Rather than be at any ease her eyes darted around her and she could feel an old paranoia gripping for her. The pacing helped her slip around the thoughts, metaphorically speaking. But she couldn't pace around one room all day.

Her fingers twitched at her side occasionally and with disappointment etched on her face she'd wring them together. It was repetitive with hope ebbing away each time, a clenched jaw slowly holding in its place. They took it. They took her clothes, they took her staff, they took her magic. It was horrifying and the more she tried, the more she wanted to scream. How any of this could be, she couldn't fathom nor did she want to. She forced the terror down, trying to let an older rage build in its place. But fear has a nasty way of gripping tightly.


[Around the streets and such]

Even cities have limits, and though this city appeared huge and foreign and fake, Fiona knew it would have a familiar, solid border. It's a prettied up cage and it was driving her mad. She put one foot in front of the other, with her eyes staying down to the ground. She knew better than to stare in awe at passersby. It was compelling when things around her were so different, but only by appearance. She knew this game and its tune. Never again, she had told herself. Never again would she put up with this. Different faces, different clothes, different... wherever this was. But it was always the same when the facade was stripped down.

She kept to one street for as long as it could go, only turning at dead ends. She wanted to find its limits and the longer she walked, the more she dreaded it. She would likely have to turn around soon, she knew that. But for now she just walked, looking for somewhere quiet if the walls never came. Her mind was absorbed elsewhere, when her vision refused to pay much attention to reality. It eventually brought her to a halt after nearly running into someone in front of her.

"Sorry, I-"

No, hold on a moment. Why should she be apologizing?

"Can't you look where you're going?"



[OOC: Ooor add your own! Prose/Action is fine with me? Just do your thing and I'll follow.]

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[arrogantalloy]

Tony blinks as he's bumped into and turns around, a fruit smoothie cup in his hand and a raised eyebrow. Sure he probably shouldn't have stopped in the middle of the way to take a moment to mistake someone in the crowd for someone that was recently gone missing.

But everyone else had managed to dodge him.

He licks his lips absently, looking like he's wetting his lips to speak.

"Uh. That's my line. I mean you're the one who ran into my back and all."

D2!

[revocation]

There was a familiarity about the woman, though Cullen couldn't quite place it. Both in her face and in her demeanor. Her face was something he would need to think about more, beyond simply 'elf'. Her demeanor, however, reminded him a bit of mages newly brought to the Gallows, how they often looked a little like cornered animals, and he frowned, a little concerned.

"Excuse me," he said, carefully, keeping his hands loose at his sides and almost wishing he had a sword nearby, though he knew she posed no real threat if she attacked - no one here had magic. "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

[uncalled_for]

It's much easier to be angry and focused on something. This man seems like he fits in just fine around here. He's probably one of them, in fact. That's really all the reason she needs not to be pleasant.

Her arms fold, her eyebrows raise, and her Orlesian accent all curl into an underlying defiance. "I wouldn't have if you had kept walking like everyone else."

[arrogantalloy]

"Alternatively. You could have look forward while walking."

Tony isn't new to being hostle to him, but he's also not stupid. If she bumped into him she clearly wasn't looking where she was going.

"I'm guessing you're part of the new batch then."

It wasn't a question at all, more a curious statement.

[uncalled_for]

Her head twisted toward the question and she forced a sneer to cover the surprise. She had been caught up in her mind so heavily that she hadn't noticed when someone approached, let alone entered the room. It felt careless.

"That must be a joke," she said with a bitter laugh under her breath. "Because no one here actually wishes to help."

[revocation]

"Some of us do," Cullen countered. "At least, those of us who've been brought here against our will. Are you from Thedas as well?"

Not everyone who looked like an elf was necessarily from his world, he'd found, though he still couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity.

[uncalled_for]

There is another retort at the tip of her tongue that dies at the 'new batch' remark. For a moment she tilts her head, in part it's disturbing in context yet he seems so casual about it it's unnerving.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She says as she decides to slide passed him. This is likely a conversation she would rather avoid, and avoid she will try.

[uncalled_for]

She frowned before she spoke again. She was wrapped up in her own troubles that she hadn't paid much attention to others. One more act of carelessness to tally on. She was on a roll.

Her eyes remained wary, even if her shoulders did manage to relax. She reminded herself she shouldn't trust kindness here, but it was hard not to when presented with some familiarity amongst everything foreign. However, her tone portrayed none of that. "I am. And?"

[streets]

[tucky]

The near-collision had been at least half Tiffany's fault; she'd been absorbed in her map and hadn't been looking where she was going, either. But she still snorts and gives the woman an incredulous look.

"You fucking ran into me, so how about you look where you're going?"

[revocation]

Even Tabris hadn't been so hostile, and she'd known he was a Templar the moment they met. Still, though, he knew better than to take the coldness personally - he'd experienced far worse.

"There are a number of us here," he explained calmly. "For some reason, these Gamemakers seem to enjoy bringing us. We've been trying to look out for each other, as best we can. My name is Cullen."

[uncalled_for]

The language was a little startling over something so small to a complete stranger. Fiona had been driven to those points, certainly, but nothing quite like that so quickly. It only bolstered her opinions not to apologize. "You can't expect me to predict someone who is barely even paying attention themselves."

[tucky]

"I'm paying attention." She waves her map. "I'm trying not to get lost."

[uncalled_for]

For a moment it was clear she bought into it. It was far easier to than barking at anyone who walked through one room. Instead though, she took a step back, it was a last ounce of precaution she had. It seemed foolish, but she couldn't be blamed for not trusting every face around here. "They didn't try to send you to speak with me, I hope?"

[uncalled_for]

She raises her eyebrows. Lost in a map never did anyone any good. "Precisely. You're paying attention to yourself and not what's around you. Is that not what you just said?"

[tucky]

She has a point. Tiffany huffs.

"Well... you was doing the same, so watch it. Don't go blaming all your failures on me when you were a part of the problem, too."

[revocation]

"The Gamemakers, or the other people from our world?" Cullen asked with a faint twitch of his lips that might've been a smile. "Neither. But I do think those of us from Thedas should try to stick together."

He waved his hand around them vaguely. "I live here, too. District 2, they call it. The others are scattered about. What's your name?"

[uncalled_for]

"I didn't mean to say I was against that." She felt inclined to correct, although not without an eye roll tacked on. If that was all his intentions were then it would even be commendable. She'd like to believe that, in all truth. But how does anyone trust anyone else here when something like magic can be taken away so easily? Her concerns, she thought, were fully justified. They were simply becoming less probable against this one person.

With a sigh she conceded, finally. "It's Fiona." For a moment she looked to say more, opening her mouth again, but instead she closed her jaw tight for a nod. "You're Fereldan, I suspect?"

[uncalled_for]

All her failures were certainly not involved in this. "Is that not exactly what you have done? Just look where you are going next time and not simply at a map."

[revocation]

Cullen understood being angry, confused, even mistrustful, but not of a fellow Thedosian. Not of a fellow kidnappee. They were, after all, in the same situation, all having been brought here against their will and expected to participate in this barbarism.

Besides, he'd spent enough of his life treating others with suspicion simply because of what they were.

The name she gave him was common enough, but combined with the familiarity of her face and her accent - it made everything seemingly fall into place in Cullen's mind. Younger this woman might've been - clearly a result of more time magic, or whatever the Gamemakers used to pull them from different points, but Fiona.

Of course.

"Maker's breath," he muttered, startled. "I - I mean, you probably don't know who -" Well, this was perfect. Grand Enchanter Fiona was standing right in front of him, but much younger than he remembered. Probably at least a couple of decades younger. "They do have a lot to answer for."

[tucky]

"And you look where you're going instead of daydreaming." Yeah, she's not letting this go.

[uncalled_for]

"They do..." It was with some suspicion renewed. Perhaps it was merely the question of accents that urged such response, but that was doubtful.

With a tilt of her head she folded her arms defensively. "Is there a problem I'm not aware of? Or do you usually swear when other people introduce themselves?"

[uncalled_for]

She leaves it with a roll of her eyes before turning on her heel and choosing a different direction. She could swerve her way back to that street if she had to.

[revocation]

He shook his head a little, scowling now. "Things here are... complicated, as you'll learn when you start meeting the others. We all come from different times. Even different versions of the same world, somehow."

Cullen's hand went to the back of his neck and he sighed. "Forgive me; it's just that I've met you before. But you were, ah, quite a bit older. I didn't recognize you immediately."

[tucky]

Tiffany - with the pettiness of the average high-schooler - glares after her, but ultimately decides that she won the encounter. The other girl had left to go somewhere else, and she could continue on her way.

[uncalled_for]

"No," she said as she held up her hand and shook her head. "Now you are joking."