Multiversal travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of transit forces your body into unconsciousness.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. Welcome to Avagi Station, your new home.
New arrivals are, of course, welcome to explore the various locations around the station. Additionally everyone is provided with a communicator in case they want to pose any questions to the population already residing on Avagi.
Avagi Station
Which Way Is Up?:
Gravity has, temporarily, decided to take the day off in Avagi station. Everything that’s not nailed down is free floating in the air all through the hallways and rooms and that includes the people. Navigating is going to get tricky as you have to find something off something solid and launch yourself in the direction you need to go. This might get tough, especially if you can’t reach a wall to push off of and you might have to ask for help to get where you’re going. You might also want to be careful not to let go of anything too valuable. The tiny dinosaurs living in the walls seem to be rather adept at navigating the low gravity and they have an eye for shiny things they can steal away for their nests. It might be time to employ some creative solutions in order to get where you need to go.
Elevator Issues:
The elevators are the fastest way to get between floors, but the station’s technical difficulties have been spreading and now the elevator has stopped between floors with no real way out until someone manages to get the system back online. The space isn’t huge but there’s enough leg room for you to sit down and relax while you wait for rescue to come. Or are you the more proactive type who wants to break out your accidental prison? Are the walls closing in? Is the glitching alien elevator music too much for you? Hopefully neither of you have to use the bathroom.
It’s Getting Cold In Here:
Space is a very cold and lonely place and heating systems are an important part of making sure that the station remains a comfortable place to live and work. Oddly enough those systems report that they’re functioning perfectly fine despite the fact that the air in the halls has grown cold enough that one can see their breath as they’re going about their business. You might want to layer up while traveling the halls and by necessity you might want to find a buddy to sleep with in order to share that ever so valuable body heat. Stay warm, it’s a cold world out there.
Waking up with her cheek pressed against a cold floor was not particularly new for Adara. She had gone through her teenage years in the Circle Tower, where they found opportunities to explore and be teenagers despite the many, many restrictions in place to stop them. Sometimes that meant not making it all the way to bed and curling up on the cold stone floor until a templar found you in the morning.
This was not the result of a teenaged drinking escapade, though. The floor beneath her was not made of stone but of a very unfamiliar material. When she exhaled, she could see her breath in the air. Even the Circle Tower hadn't gotten that cold. At least not most of the time.
Despite the cold, it almost felt nice to rest against the cold floor after the memories she had of the heat of a bizarre journey. Her cheeks were flushed from going through whatever kind of terrible magic she had unleashed, and the floor cooled her. How had she ended up here, wherever "here" was? Adara had delved into all kinds of dangerous and forbidden magic during her time as a Grey Warden, but nothing had ever been like this. Even those times she had crossed into the Fade hadn't felt like this. Was she dead? Was this what it was like to go beyond the Fade? She had always hoped there was some kind of respite beyond the Veil and the Fade realms that the mages knew of. Surely there was some place of rest, somewhere.
It was not here. Her body ached, and her stomach churned. Adara curled into a ball on the floor and coughed. She had certainly gone too far in her attempts to manipulate the Fade to her will, attempting to find a cure for the darkspawn taint in her blood that was slowly killing her and everyone she loved.
A taint that she did not feel any longer. Adara sat up suddenly, her hands patting herself as if somehow that would change what she felt. She was dead. She had reached too far with her magic, and now she had was dead and the darkspawn taint did not trouble her any longer. It was, in a way, a cure for her troubles, but it did nothing for the loved ones she had left behind. "No," she said quietly to herself. "I don't--not like this. No." She closed her eyes and reached out for the power of the Fade that had always been there, her blessing and her curse. She could go back and do it right this time.
Again, she felt nothing. Adara let out a little sob and crawled to her knees before shakily standing. "What is this?!" she cried out, her voice echoing back to her. The walls and ceiling were made of the same kind of strange metal that the floor was made from. She reached back and was surprised to discover that she still had her staff: nothing decorative or pretty, just a long walking stick that was wickedly twisted at one end. How did she still have that? Adara drew it and rested it on the floor, leaning her weight against it as she breathed heavily and created more fog in the air. "Take me back!" she screamed, and again only her own voice answered her.
When Shepard talked Erik into joining the major repairs team, or more precisely, being the major repairs team, he hadn't thought much of it. Despite the clutter and superficial signs of neglect, the station seemed to be in generally good working order.
That was before the massive plumbing leak.
And now the thermostat going haywire.
It occurs to him that it may be in his best interest to get some others on this team so he is not constantly pacing the entire reachable bulk of the station searching for ruptures or corrosion. Although finding anybody with his particularly specialized skills is extremely unlikely. Not unless another one of himself shows up.
Instead, they've gotten two Peters. Or Pietros. Or whatever. Running very fast is very helpful. They are so blessed.
He makes his way through the largely-deserted hall of one of the lesser-used decks, grumbling about how very, very helpful being super fast in an enclosed space like this really is, he hopes you can hear him, Peter and Pietro, when the sound of screaming breaks him out of his grumpy reverie. He runs to where the cries are coming from.
To find a young blonde woman with pointy ears, a stick, and some apparently archaic fashion tastes. As far as he can tell, a new resident. "Are you alright?" He asks. She appears unharmed, but she had been screaming. "How long have you been here?"
This did not feel at all like her Harrowing or any of the other times she had ventured--or been forced--into the Fade. And yet there was no possible way this was reality. Adara gingerly rests her hand on one of the walls. It was like the entire room was crafted by a master smith for... well, reasons that Adara certainly could not guess though she imagined that Wade would have plenty of ideas.
A human man rushed into the room, apparently drawn by her screams. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Adara gapes a little at the question. No, of course she was not alright. She had apparently left Thedas and ended up in some kind of blacksmith's fantasy world.
"How long have you been here?"
"Awake? A few minutes," she says. Her hands clench harder around her staff. She can feel that her magic is not entirely gone, just... different. And while she was not ready to tap into it yet, she could certainly bludgeon someone effectively with her staff if the need arose. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice defiant despite her small stature. "What is this place?"
The woman is confident. Assertive, even. With an air of somebody who's accustomed to being listened to and having her questions answered.
She'd fit right in with the other women, then.
She grips her staff tighter, the only thing that betrays any sort of anxiety, and demands some of those answers. She had answered his, after all, so Erik sees no reason to argue.
"I am Magneto." He answers. "This is Avagi. It's a space station. There's something wrong with life support, hence the cold. But we should have the problem fixed shortly."
The human's name is Magneto, which does not sound like any human name Adara has heard before. Not even a Tevinter name, and those often sounded quite different. The rest of what he said didn't make any sense at all. She shakes her head. "I don't know what a space station is," she says with some degree of frustration. "Or where it is. Or how I got here. Am I prisoner?" She certainly had not come of her own free will.
Come to think of it, the woman's clothing does look remarkably... authentic. If Diana had been brought from an earlier time than she was, would she understand half of what he was saying?
He attempts to explain as if she's unfamiliar with, well, most forms of technology.
"A space station is like... like a ship." Not really, but close enough. "But instead of floating in the water, it's in space." He takes a breath and hopes this next explanation is good enough. "Among the stars."
Her next question earns a nonplussed look. "We all were brought here without consent. And are sent back seemingly at random." Like Charles. Which still hurts, for reasons Erik is disinclined to examine. "The Ingress brought us here. A kind of portal. However, if this is a prison, well. I've definitely been in worse."
As her general success and survival in the world of human politics and power in Ferelden depended on thinking quickly, part of Adara's mind still dug around for anything in her memories about names that sounded like 'Magneto.' She came up with nothing, though she supposes it is not particularly stranger than Archon Radonis, or Caladrius. Not that this man looked particularly Tevinter in any way.
He tries to answer her questions calmly, explaining that they were on a ship. But not a ship at sea: a ship in the stars. Even that sounds a bit Tevinter, as Adara remembers reading some ancient text or another from the Exalted Age about Tevinter relics used to study the stars. It had fallen out of fashion among all the Old God worshipping, from what Adara understood.
"Alright. So like a ship. But in the stars," she repeats, trying to remain calm and rational. There are many more questions to ask, like how a ship travels through the stars where there is presumably no wind to fill its sails, and also where are the sails in this strange gray prison anyway?
Apparently no one chooses to come here. Some portal--the Ingress, which Adara can't remember ever reading anything about in her life--brought people here and took them away again. It was apparently random, which frustrates her even more. Adara's life became a chaotic mess after Duncan conscripted her from the Circle, and she spent years regaining control of it.
"I don't know yet if I've been in worse prisons," she says. "So far, this one looks pretty bad." It was so cold, though Magneto says he's going to fix that, and everything just looks metallic and unfamiliar. "Where are you from?" she asks. "Tevinter?"
"It might be easier if I could show you." He gestures toward the door he came in through. "Would you like to go the Observation Deck? Or perhaps I could show you the portal." Not that either would answer many questions. Questions he was sure she had, though probably too many to know where to start. At least, that's where he was when he got here. Luckily, Charles was the one who first found him. He regrets not being a more familiar face for this woman.
"Believe me, there are worse." He just leaves it at that. There's only so many times in one lifetime he wants to think about some of the places he's been locked up. He just blinks at her a moment before laughing softly when she asks where he's from.
"I don't suppose the name Düsseldorf means anything to you?" He shakes his head. "There are people from many different worlds here. And different points in time, even if you do find others from your world." Which reminds him: he really needs to write up some kind of welcome primer for any new mutants who arrive. He'd really hate a repeat of the Rogue fiasco.
Magneto seems friendly enough, offering to show Adara something, presumably how there could possibly be a ship in the stars. The Observation Deck or the portal? The former makes her very curious, but a portal might mean a way home. She hesitates, because she cannot pretend that home is perfect: human nobility questioning her every move, dealing with some new political issue or a horrifying darkspawn terror every day. But there are people waiting on her, at least sort of.
"I want to see the portal, please," Adara said. She can at least examine it. The only similar thing she can think of is the Eluvian through which she saw Morrigan disappear.
Magneto seems amused when Adara asks if he is from Tevinter. "I don't suppose the name Düsseldorf means anything to you?"
"No," she says. She has never seen that world on a map or in a book before.
"There are people from many different worlds here. And different points in time, even if you do find others from your world."
Adara opens her mouth and shuts it again, frowning. She thinks for a moment before speaking again. "I can understand that, I think," she says slowly. "I have seen dreams and people trapped in the past before... never anyone from another world." Her head hurt. It had been hurting since she woke up, and none of this is helping. "So you aren't from Thedas? This... Düsseldorf isn't anywhere in Thedas?"
Shale has been through a lot of weird shit in her time; the current situation was alarming, but not enough to actually maker her panic. Honestly, seeing the Warden sobbing on the ground was the most disconcerting thing Shale had seen thus far.
There's more thumping as she casually strolls over, crouching down as best she can, head cocked, giving Adara an inquisitive look.
"Is this some form of inspid new sport it's taken up?" She asks, amusement clear in her tone, despite Adara's panicked screaming. "It's starting to sound rather like the other Warden when the swamp witch dropped a frog down the back of its armour."
[OOC: I'm fine with them knowing each other! Let me know if I assume too much at any point.]
Adara had spent a lot of time during her travels in Ferelden listening to Shale's heavy gait. She had never heard it on this kind of strange flooring, though, and it sounded terrible. Stone grating against metal.
Shale did not seem at all perturbed by their circumstances or surprised to see Adara there. It is almost comforting to hear the golem's familiar voice, making the same kinds of familiar and dry insults that Adara had learned to let roll off her. "I think I would rather have a frog in my armor," she says.
"What are you doing here? Are... are the others here?" she asks.
"I'm sure I can find something unpleasant to stick in it," Shale comments, dryly.
"I do not know why I am here, nor do I particularly care. There are no birds around, and the metal walls have proven themselves quite fun to crumple."
Shale holds a hand up, electric sparks arcing across her hand from the elemental gems on her forearms.
"Not to mention it conducts electricity very well..." the sparks peter out and Shale puts her big hand on Adara's shoulder, trying to pull her up to her feet.
Adara supposes that Shale is accustomed to finding herself in strange situations without too many memories of how they came about. The golem seems content enough that, wherever they were, it appears to be free of birds.
Shale tries to help Adara climb to her feet with a heavy hand on her shoulder. This nearly causes Adara to topple over: it's been too long since she had traveled with Shale, and she has forgotten how strong the golem is.
Adara presses a hand against her temple, trying to organize her thoughts and figure out what she could possibly do next. "Has anything attacked you? This place looks like some kind of... prison," she says, looking around at the strange walls.
Shale certainly seemed like the same old Shale, which was amazingly comforting in this bizarre situation. During their travels in Ferelden, Shale had taken most things with a grain--or maybe a full silo--of salt. It's nice to see that things are the same here. Shale is not threatened by her surroundings, unimpressed by both the living things she has seen and the strange place itself.
Adara examines the wall where Shale's fist had sunk into it. It is dented--and rather seriously--but not broken. Adara presses her hands against the dented spot and wonders what lies beyond it. Surely it was not that thick if it was so easily damaged.
"So if you were actually trying, we could maybe smash our way out of here? Whatever here is?" Adara suggests. "Or if the walls really are that easy to ruin... maybe whatever brought us here and is holding us here is stronger than the walls alone," she muses. In that case, punching a hole in the wall would not lead them to freedom.
"I hope so," she says, tone almost sounding hopeful for a moment. "I would enjoy a good fight."
Because of course she does. Shale sticks a finger into the middle of the dent, easily tearing through the remainder of the wall and pulling it aside until there's a hole big enough for both of them to pass through. Fortunately, for these medieval idiots, there's no vital mechanics within the wall, nor is the other side the empty void of space.
Shale steps through first, possibly to take the brunt of anything that might be on the other side to protect the Warden, possibly just because she likes going first. It's up in the air, frankly.
Shale was always one for action during their travels during the Blight. She had always had little patience for chatting, particularly with the fleshy things she was forced to travel with. She tears a hole in the wall via the center of the dent she created by punching it.
Shale tears through the wall and climbs through. This creates more than enough space for Adara to slip in behind her, as the golem is far larger than the elf. Adara is not sure what good this will be. Surely the secret to getting them home did not lie directly behind some pathetically thin metal wall. "Okay, well, smashing through that wall didn't do much." She sees no way to return to Thedas or otherwise escape from the cold metal prison. "Do you remember how you got here?" Adara asks.
"It made me feel better," Shale supplies, not even turning to look back at Adara. Her attention is currently focused elsewhere; on a holographic display on the wall. Nothing too amazing, but to someone from a medieval world, it's pretty cool. Shale raises a hand to poke at it idly.
"No, I just woke up, as it did." A pause. She turns back to Adara. "Though I did not scream. There were a few other organics around, but none of them seemed particularly interested in talking to me."
In other circumstances, Lavellan might have been much more sympathetic to her plight than he is now. He still is, on some level: she's obviously new, obviously confused, much like he'd been when he'd first come through the Ingress himself almost a year ago--and she's elven, which always makes him more inclined to be helpful.
But now he's been in space for almost a year. He's encountered his fair share of new arrivals in the time since, and he's been through enough that he doesn't have much sympathy to spare. And he's met elves from other worlds, too, and there's no guarantee this one is from Thedas, or that they have anything in common at all.
So his first response upon rounding the corner and seeing Adara is to sigh.
"Calm down." It's not ungentle, and he at least sits down with his back to the wall so that they're on a similar level. But his patience is thin, and he just sounds weary. "You can't go back."
Adara quickly snaps her head to one side as an elf comes into view around the corner. The elf does not seem surprised or even particularly interested in her presence. He even goes so far as to sit, a gesture that shows Adara he is most likely not planning to attack her. She does not ease her grip on her staff: with her grasp on her magic so tremulous, she hesitates to ease up on what little certainty she has left.
"I've done a lot of things that people have told me I can't do," she says. Her voice is not boastful or proud but almost... factual? "I feel like ending up here might be part of that, so maybe I can undo it." She did not need to tell this stranger anything more: he might not be threatening her at the moment, but Adara had no idea where she was or what was going on. She could not possibly begin to guess who to trust.
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Adara Surana | Dragon Age: Origins | OTA
Waking up with her cheek pressed against a cold floor was not particularly new for Adara. She had gone through her teenage years in the Circle Tower, where they found opportunities to explore and be teenagers despite the many, many restrictions in place to stop them. Sometimes that meant not making it all the way to bed and curling up on the cold stone floor until a templar found you in the morning.
This was not the result of a teenaged drinking escapade, though. The floor beneath her was not made of stone but of a very unfamiliar material. When she exhaled, she could see her breath in the air. Even the Circle Tower hadn't gotten that cold. At least not most of the time.
Despite the cold, it almost felt nice to rest against the cold floor after the memories she had of the heat of a bizarre journey. Her cheeks were flushed from going through whatever kind of terrible magic she had unleashed, and the floor cooled her. How had she ended up here, wherever "here" was? Adara had delved into all kinds of dangerous and forbidden magic during her time as a Grey Warden, but nothing had ever been like this. Even those times she had crossed into the Fade hadn't felt like this. Was she dead? Was this what it was like to go beyond the Fade? She had always hoped there was some kind of respite beyond the Veil and the Fade realms that the mages knew of. Surely there was some place of rest, somewhere.
It was not here. Her body ached, and her stomach churned. Adara curled into a ball on the floor and coughed. She had certainly gone too far in her attempts to manipulate the Fade to her will, attempting to find a cure for the darkspawn taint in her blood that was slowly killing her and everyone she loved.
A taint that she did not feel any longer. Adara sat up suddenly, her hands patting herself as if somehow that would change what she felt. She was dead. She had reached too far with her magic, and now she had was dead and the darkspawn taint did not trouble her any longer. It was, in a way, a cure for her troubles, but it did nothing for the loved ones she had left behind. "No," she said quietly to herself. "I don't--not like this. No." She closed her eyes and reached out for the power of the Fade that had always been there, her blessing and her curse. She could go back and do it right this time.
Again, she felt nothing. Adara let out a little sob and crawled to her knees before shakily standing. "What is this?!" she cried out, her voice echoing back to her. The walls and ceiling were made of the same kind of strange metal that the floor was made from. She reached back and was surprised to discover that she still had her staff: nothing decorative or pretty, just a long walking stick that was wickedly twisted at one end. How did she still have that? Adara drew it and rested it on the floor, leaning her weight against it as she breathed heavily and created more fog in the air. "Take me back!" she screamed, and again only her own voice answered her.
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That was before the massive plumbing leak.
And now the thermostat going haywire.
It occurs to him that it may be in his best interest to get some others on this team so he is not constantly pacing the entire reachable bulk of the station searching for ruptures or corrosion. Although finding anybody with his particularly specialized skills is extremely unlikely. Not unless another one of himself shows up.
Instead, they've gotten two Peters. Or Pietros. Or whatever. Running very fast is very helpful. They are so blessed.
He makes his way through the largely-deserted hall of one of the lesser-used decks, grumbling about how very, very helpful being super fast in an enclosed space like this really is, he hopes you can hear him, Peter and Pietro, when the sound of screaming breaks him out of his grumpy reverie. He runs to where the cries are coming from.
To find a young blonde woman with pointy ears, a stick, and some apparently archaic fashion tastes. As far as he can tell, a new resident. "Are you alright?" He asks. She appears unharmed, but she had been screaming. "How long have you been here?"
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A human man rushed into the room, apparently drawn by her screams. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Adara gapes a little at the question. No, of course she was not alright. She had apparently left Thedas and ended up in some kind of blacksmith's fantasy world.
"How long have you been here?"
"Awake? A few minutes," she says. Her hands clench harder around her staff. She can feel that her magic is not entirely gone, just... different. And while she was not ready to tap into it yet, she could certainly bludgeon someone effectively with her staff if the need arose. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice defiant despite her small stature. "What is this place?"
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She'd fit right in with the other women, then.
She grips her staff tighter, the only thing that betrays any sort of anxiety, and demands some of those answers. She had answered his, after all, so Erik sees no reason to argue.
"I am Magneto." He answers. "This is Avagi. It's a space station. There's something wrong with life support, hence the cold. But we should have the problem fixed shortly."
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He attempts to explain as if she's unfamiliar with, well, most forms of technology.
"A space station is like... like a ship." Not really, but close enough. "But instead of floating in the water, it's in space." He takes a breath and hopes this next explanation is good enough. "Among the stars."
Her next question earns a nonplussed look. "We all were brought here without consent. And are sent back seemingly at random." Like Charles. Which still hurts, for reasons Erik is disinclined to examine. "The Ingress brought us here. A kind of portal. However, if this is a prison, well. I've definitely been in worse."
To put it mildly.
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He tries to answer her questions calmly, explaining that they were on a ship. But not a ship at sea: a ship in the stars. Even that sounds a bit Tevinter, as Adara remembers reading some ancient text or another from the Exalted Age about Tevinter relics used to study the stars. It had fallen out of fashion among all the Old God worshipping, from what Adara understood.
"Alright. So like a ship. But in the stars," she repeats, trying to remain calm and rational. There are many more questions to ask, like how a ship travels through the stars where there is presumably no wind to fill its sails, and also where are the sails in this strange gray prison anyway?
Apparently no one chooses to come here. Some portal--the Ingress, which Adara can't remember ever reading anything about in her life--brought people here and took them away again. It was apparently random, which frustrates her even more. Adara's life became a chaotic mess after Duncan conscripted her from the Circle, and she spent years regaining control of it.
"I don't know yet if I've been in worse prisons," she says. "So far, this one looks pretty bad." It was so cold, though Magneto says he's going to fix that, and everything just looks metallic and unfamiliar. "Where are you from?" she asks. "Tevinter?"
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"Believe me, there are worse." He just leaves it at that. There's only so many times in one lifetime he wants to think about some of the places he's been locked up. He just blinks at her a moment before laughing softly when she asks where he's from.
"I don't suppose the name Düsseldorf means anything to you?" He shakes his head. "There are people from many different worlds here. And different points in time, even if you do find others from your world." Which reminds him: he really needs to write up some kind of welcome primer for any new mutants who arrive. He'd really hate a repeat of the Rogue fiasco.
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"I want to see the portal, please," Adara said. She can at least examine it. The only similar thing she can think of is the Eluvian through which she saw Morrigan disappear.
Magneto seems amused when Adara asks if he is from Tevinter. "I don't suppose the name Düsseldorf means anything to you?"
"No," she says. She has never seen that world on a map or in a book before.
"There are people from many different worlds here. And different points in time, even if you do find others from your world."
Adara opens her mouth and shuts it again, frowning. She thinks for a moment before speaking again. "I can understand that, I think," she says slowly. "I have seen dreams and people trapped in the past before... never anyone from another world." Her head hurt. It had been hurting since she woke up, and none of this is helping. "So you aren't from Thedas? This... Düsseldorf isn't anywhere in Thedas?"
lmk if it's not okay that shale knows her
Shale has been through a lot of weird shit in her time; the current situation was alarming, but not enough to actually maker her panic. Honestly, seeing the Warden sobbing on the ground was the most disconcerting thing Shale had seen thus far.
There's more thumping as she casually strolls over, crouching down as best she can, head cocked, giving Adara an inquisitive look.
"Is this some form of inspid new sport it's taken up?" She asks, amusement clear in her tone, despite Adara's panicked screaming. "It's starting to sound rather like the other Warden when the swamp witch dropped a frog down the back of its armour."
Re: lmk if it's not okay that shale knows her
Adara had spent a lot of time during her travels in Ferelden listening to Shale's heavy gait. She had never heard it on this kind of strange flooring, though, and it sounded terrible. Stone grating against metal.
Shale did not seem at all perturbed by their circumstances or surprised to see Adara there. It is almost comforting to hear the golem's familiar voice, making the same kinds of familiar and dry insults that Adara had learned to let roll off her. "I think I would rather have a frog in my armor," she says.
"What are you doing here? Are... are the others here?" she asks.
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"I do not know why I am here, nor do I particularly care. There are no birds around, and the metal walls have proven themselves quite fun to crumple."
Shale holds a hand up, electric sparks arcing across her hand from the elemental gems on her forearms.
"Not to mention it conducts electricity very well..." the sparks peter out and Shale puts her big hand on Adara's shoulder, trying to pull her up to her feet.
...N-not because she cares, or anything. Nope.
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Shale tries to help Adara climb to her feet with a heavy hand on her shoulder. This nearly causes Adara to topple over: it's been too long since she had traveled with Shale, and she has forgotten how strong the golem is.
Adara presses a hand against her temple, trying to organize her thoughts and figure out what she could possibly do next. "Has anything attacked you? This place looks like some kind of... prison," she says, looking around at the strange walls.
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Woe is Shale, honestly.
"If this truly is a prison, it's one of the more pathetic ones I've seen."
She demonstrates this by helpfully slamming a fist into the metal wall, creating a gigantic dent.
"Look at that. I wasn't even trying."
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Adara examines the wall where Shale's fist had sunk into it. It is dented--and rather seriously--but not broken. Adara presses her hands against the dented spot and wonders what lies beyond it. Surely it was not that thick if it was so easily damaged.
"So if you were actually trying, we could maybe smash our way out of here? Whatever here is?" Adara suggests. "Or if the walls really are that easy to ruin... maybe whatever brought us here and is holding us here is stronger than the walls alone," she muses. In that case, punching a hole in the wall would not lead them to freedom.
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Because of course she does. Shale sticks a finger into the middle of the dent, easily tearing through the remainder of the wall and pulling it aside until there's a hole big enough for both of them to pass through. Fortunately, for these medieval idiots, there's no vital mechanics within the wall, nor is the other side the empty void of space.
Shale steps through first, possibly to take the brunt of anything that might be on the other side to protect the Warden, possibly just because she likes going first. It's up in the air, frankly.
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Shale tears through the wall and climbs through. This creates more than enough space for Adara to slip in behind her, as the golem is far larger than the elf. Adara is not sure what good this will be. Surely the secret to getting them home did not lie directly behind some pathetically thin metal wall. "Okay, well, smashing through that wall didn't do much." She sees no way to return to Thedas or otherwise escape from the cold metal prison. "Do you remember how you got here?" Adara asks.
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"No, I just woke up, as it did." A pause. She turns back to Adara. "Though I did not scream. There were a few other organics around, but none of them seemed particularly interested in talking to me."
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But now he's been in space for almost a year. He's encountered his fair share of new arrivals in the time since, and he's been through enough that he doesn't have much sympathy to spare. And he's met elves from other worlds, too, and there's no guarantee this one is from Thedas, or that they have anything in common at all.
So his first response upon rounding the corner and seeing Adara is to sigh.
"Calm down." It's not ungentle, and he at least sits down with his back to the wall so that they're on a similar level. But his patience is thin, and he just sounds weary. "You can't go back."
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"I've done a lot of things that people have told me I can't do," she says. Her voice is not boastful or proud but almost... factual? "I feel like ending up here might be part of that, so maybe I can undo it." She did not need to tell this stranger anything more: he might not be threatening her at the moment, but Adara had no idea where she was or what was going on. She could not possibly begin to guess who to trust.