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driftfleet2015-05-03 12:23 pm
killedwithlove) wrote in driftfleet2015-05-03 12:23 pm
Open Action: Fleet Wide
Who: Cole and EVERYONE
Broadcast: No
Action: EVERY ship in the Fleet, bar Marsiva, Three Twins and Tourist (Though you can easily find him on another ship if you're from one of those)
When: First week of the month?
[This is a thing Cole does.
He travels the Fleet a lot, from ship to ship, meeting people, talking to people, hanging out. He sees people he knows and meets new ones, or ones he just didn't encounter before
He wants to help everyone. Which means meeting them first. Or finding them. Doing that might involve poking through the ships, even if he really shouldn't. Or going through personal belongings. Sorry about that. He's curious.
And armed. It is worth mentioning he's got a pair of wickedly sharp fighting knives on his back. Sorry about that as well.]
Broadcast: No
Action: EVERY ship in the Fleet, bar Marsiva, Three Twins and Tourist (Though you can easily find him on another ship if you're from one of those)
When: First week of the month?
[This is a thing Cole does.
He travels the Fleet a lot, from ship to ship, meeting people, talking to people, hanging out. He sees people he knows and meets new ones, or ones he just didn't encounter before
He wants to help everyone. Which means meeting them first. Or finding them. Doing that might involve poking through the ships, even if he really shouldn't. Or going through personal belongings. Sorry about that. He's curious.
And armed. It is worth mentioning he's got a pair of wickedly sharp fighting knives on his back. Sorry about that as well.]
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[Cole flinches back from the touch, shifting in a coil of black green smoke.]
We were never people. Souls aren't spirits. And I don't know what an elemental is.
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When nothing happens, he peeks out from under it, from behind his sleeves.]
S--
[Here comes rambly mode.]
Sorry. I'm sorry. I wanted to see if you were solid because spirits are ghosts and -- and I was very wrong, and I-I apologize, please don't stab me.
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When people touch me... I hear too much.
[But he also feels bad for scaring him. He seats himself down on the ground, making himself smaller than Belthazar.]
I won't hurt you. I don't hurt people. I'm a spirit of Compassion. I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to.
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[He tries again, quieter and with less of the frightened indignation.]
I was just surprised, that's all.
[Belth is cautious, but still curious, like a skittish animal. He sits down, but he gives Cole plenty of space when he does it. In fact, he's out of arm's reach. He gathers his robes around himself.
He could point out the irony of carrying weapons when he doesn't hurt people, but he won't. They already had that conversation.]
I've never spoken to a spirit before. I'm not a shaman.
[He's afraid they'll tell him his sister is dead, namely.]
Do you have a name? Or are you just 'Compassion'?
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I don't know about your sister, I'm sorry. We're too far from your world for me to be able to find the answer to that hurt.
[And in fairness... those knives are made for killing. He doesn't hurt people. He makes it quick.]
Cole. I'm Cole now.
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It still hurts though, the knife lancing the wound so it can heal.]
S... she... she's alive. [A single thought that has driven him for almost ten years.] She has to be alive. [They never found a body and, as Adra said, all their people were scattered to the four winds. It's still possible.
His fingers betray him by shaking, and he balls them into fists and shoves them into his lap.]
Cole. [Was there ever a different Cole? He mentioned him before. He's still freaked out about the sister thing but he's trying, he's trying really hard, so he breathes in and out slowly.] ... I'm Belthazar.
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I'm sorry. I don't know how to help that. I would if I could.
[He's caused hurt. Or at least, dug up an old hurt. He looks down more.]
Yes. Belthazar.
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How... how do you know about Caspa? That isn't something I've told anyone. [Adra is different, he's practically Belth's father at this point, and even he doesn't know the whole story.] I don't want to be pitied or held or hugged. That is why I don't speak of it.
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I'm not going to hug you. I don't really like being touched by most people. And I never pity. I don't think I know what pity is.
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Thank you.
[It seems the most appropriate thing to say. He doesn't say it often enough, being the recalcitrant young man that he is. He's too proud, too scared, too... everything. But this time, he's grateful, really grateful, that Cole isn't the type to make fun of him or-- even worse-- place some misguided sympathy in his direction for pity points with friends later.
Nobility is a particularly awful sort.]
I don't remember my parents very well. They died when I was only a few years old, and Caspa raised me... alone, after that. [Belth tends to pretend his older brother doesn't exist, since he ran off just a year or so before his parents were slain.] There was a painting in the main room so I knew what they looked like.
[Mother. Hair like softly spun white-gold, falling down past her shoulders in gentle waves to match her soft smile. Father. Tall, stately and stern despite his middling status, with thick black hair he always kept in a braid, and a neatly-cropped goatee.
Caspa's face is much more organic in his mind since it doesn't come from a painting. Mother's curls and smile, and the same dark hair all the siblings had. Belthazar had smiled then, too, right up until the day Caspa was killed. Eight-- no, nine years ago, now.]
Caspa was a priestess. A healer. I never had the talent for it.
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[Cole inclines his head. Varric and Josephine managed to drill some manners into him, despite Cadash's best attempts to subvert them. And Solas and Jove would be pleased if he remembered to say people things.]
I don't have parents. Cole did, the other Cole, but they died long before he did.
I help healers. Spirits of Compassion help spirit healers to heal. Feel the hurt, heal the harm, care, cradle...
What do you have the talent for?
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The world could use more compassion, all things considered.
[A pause, as he plays with his sleeves.]
My talent is arcane magic. Spells and enchantments, they're all the same to me-- just more knots to untangle and rearrange. I was weaving spells when most children were still learning their letters.
Why are there two Coles?
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I don't understand the difference between healing and spell. Aren't they the same? They're all magic.
The first Cole was a real person. A mage. He died. Now I'm Cole. I remember his life. And his death.
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They're different schools of magic. Healing magic comes from faith. I believe, but the Light never touched me like it did other people. There isn't anything I can do about that.
[He blinks slowly, trying to make sense of that. Thankfully he's a smart kid and Cole explains things very simply sometimes.]
That's... [A spirit, living on as a person who died. How very fitting for a spirit of Compassion.] It's sad. [Not in the 'oh that's pathetic' way, but in the way that people dying is sad.]
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[People might find some things easier, but it's to do with personality and attitudes rather than inherent aptitude.]
Yes. When they found his body, they removed all evidence that he was ever there. There was no one but me to know.
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Cole won't hurt him, but the point still stands. Belth has absolutely no idea what is a good thing to say in this situation.]
Someone told me once that he would like to be remembered, that way he can live forever. [He tilts his head.] I suppose... in a way you're giving the other Cole a second life.
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No magic. No templars. No family.
[He mirrors Belth's body language, aware he was uncomfortable, but not exactly why.]