Who: Saix and anyone
Where: The Plaza
When: The middle of the night
Status: Open
Style: I'll match

He'd been in the process of dying. Saix knows that much.

His mind doesn't usually fool him, not in that sort of way at the very least. Everything had been too vivid to be some sort of- dream. He had been fighting the Keyblade Wielder. He had failed. He'd been on his knees, wondering how everything had gone so wrong... And now he's here. His brain just can't understand it.

Then again, that might be because of the blood loss.

Anyone passing through at this bizarre time of night who catches sight of him should be able see the signs. Even seated on the edge of the fountain like he is, shoulders hunched, it's clear he's trembling just slightly. His skin is far too pale, and his breathing is just a bit too quick. Even if he wasn't covered in salt water, his skin would be clammy. There's also the fact that strange shadowy wisps seem to be slipping from his body. They're very faint, however, nowhere as severe as they had been before he had been brought here. A slight relief. He doesn't even seem aware of the black little SFC or the shirt it's settled on besides him.

He'd seem a lot more vulnerable if not for the enormous claymore balanced between his legs, handle leaning against his thigh and the blade against the pavement. It takes a lot of strength to wield something like that...

Approach and hope for the best, or steer clear?

Who: Yukiko and anyone up
Where: Plaza
When: Backdated to about 3am
Status: Open
Style: I'll match you



( Typical derp entrance )

Who: Varric and anybody
Where: Plaza
When: Morning
Status: Open
Style: [brackets] or prose either one

It's a beautiful morning in Vatheon. Light shimmers down into the city through the bubble. Fish swim lazily by in the sea. It's also an eventful time, the time of month when new arrivals begin to appear. Many of them will open their eyes and the first thing they will do is gaze in wonder at their new surroundings.

"ANDRASTE'S LEFT ASSCHEEK! THESE WERE NEW BOOTS!"

Others, not so much.

A rather short and stout man stands up in the Plaza, cursing as he does so. He complains about the state of his clothes and stops abruptly. Did he just notice where he was?

"BIANCA!" he cries, reaching behind him and pulling out an odd looking crossbow. Not yet, it seems. "Bianca, talk to me, baby. Are you okay?" He examines the weapon carefully and gives a sigh of relief when it seems the salt water has done no damage.

And only finally then does he realize where he is. Strange architecture, strange looking people, and water. Water everywhere. Why is the sky water? He shakes his head.

"Maker's breath, Hawke, what have you gotten me into this time?"

Yes, of course he's going to blame Hawke for this. Most of the weird situations he gets into are because of Hawke, so it seems like a safe bet.

Who: Equius Zahhak and Dirk Strider
Where: Equius' workshop
When: backdated to immediately after this
Status: Closed
Style: STRONG and manly

( I will be very disappointed if Equius doesn't find out about Arquiusprite at some point )