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Merry Month of March
who: Cullen Rutherford and You?
what: March Catch-all
when: The month of March
where: The Wall, the city, miscellaneous
warnings: Nothing so much
Cullen is a creature of habit. He works as a member of the Perimeter Guard because it is something he's used to doing. He's even gone for a more specialized team because he doesn't do well with just waiting around for things to happen. A part of him needs to be out on the front lines again, after so long of waiting back in Skyhold on Thedas.
He goes from the barracks to his patrol area to the barracks most days. (After one very embarrassing digression into the part of the town that is holding most of the strange celebration that he'd rather not discuss, he takes extra care when traveling through the city.)
He makes a few digressions from his pattern, of course. He's promised to meet a certain young lady for drinks at the Quarantine Bar and Grille.
There is the day where decides to explore the inner city as a day off and wanders into the Sampremi celebration, pulled in by all the sounds and colors of the raves. (He'd rather not talk about that, but feel free to find him there.)
After that, he stays away from that particular part of the city and spends more time searching other parts. Shopping happens, of course, but he does end up at the beachy shores of the river a few times, face drawn and pensive each time.
what: March Catch-all
when: The month of March
where: The Wall, the city, miscellaneous
warnings: Nothing so much
Cullen is a creature of habit. He works as a member of the Perimeter Guard because it is something he's used to doing. He's even gone for a more specialized team because he doesn't do well with just waiting around for things to happen. A part of him needs to be out on the front lines again, after so long of waiting back in Skyhold on Thedas.
He goes from the barracks to his patrol area to the barracks most days. (After one very embarrassing digression into the part of the town that is holding most of the strange celebration that he'd rather not discuss, he takes extra care when traveling through the city.)
He makes a few digressions from his pattern, of course. He's promised to meet a certain young lady for drinks at the Quarantine Bar and Grille.
There is the day where decides to explore the inner city as a day off and wanders into the Sampremi celebration, pulled in by all the sounds and colors of the raves. (He'd rather not talk about that, but feel free to find him there.)
After that, he stays away from that particular part of the city and spends more time searching other parts. Shopping happens, of course, but he does end up at the beachy shores of the river a few times, face drawn and pensive each time.
river!
She’s still having nightmares, and her attempted avoidance of thinking (or talking) on certain subjects hasn’t stopped, but she’s finally found her footing. Although her footing has been unsettled just slightly by the arrival of one Cullen Rutherford. The Commander of the Inquisition’s forces. Just not her Inquisition’s forces. Different yet familiar in all the ways that matter.
It’s... complicated.
But she doesn’t think she minds. (She's still figuring that out.)
The beach has become one of her favourite places in the Quarantine. It’s not a bloody desert, for one, and she has the time to indulge in swimming, now. It’s been too long since she’s been able to do that. So she takes advantage as often as she can; Dorian had selected a swimsuit or two for her during one of their early shopping excursions and she might as well put them to very good use.
She breaks the surface of the water, carding wet hair out of her face before starting towards the beach with graceful strokes.
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Not that it matters.
It's a warm day, and he's taken to wearing more casual clothes that he's purchased. His armor is fine when training and fighting, but he's trying this whole 'relaxation' thing he's heard so much about from both Varric and Dorian. So far, he would rather be busy, because now he has too much time to think.
However, a flash of color catches his eyes as he walks down the sand. And he sees her and finds it hard to look away, even when she starts swimming towards him.
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Well, shit. He’s not anyone she expected to see. Not here. (Not at all, honestly.) And dressed so casually. Not that she can talk much, given that she’s dressed rather more casually than he is by half, in a two-piece swimsuit, the Anchor’s glow unhidden on her hand.
Amused, she wades gracefully towards the shore.
“Serah Rutherford,” she says with a smirk as her silent footsteps carry her towards him. She should probably keep moving but she finds herself coming to a halt a handful of steps away instead. “I didn’t realise you were a fan of the beach.” Teasing him come naturally, despite her surprise at his presence.
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His mouth has run a little dry as he watches her move through the water to the shore. He has the insane feeling that he is a ram and she's readying to take him down like prey. The smirk she wears as she addresses him is no comfort.
Maker take him, he's not ready for a beautiful, scantily-clad Inquisitor that knows more about him than he about her.
"There are a few things about me that you still might not know, my lady."
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Quarantine Bar and Grille
A pair of light stormy gray eyes occasionally looked between her drink and the door as she waited. Eventually her attention was diverted. She pulled a little clockwork mouse from her pocket and began to tinker with it. It wasn't an ideal shape for a bar and restaurant but it wasn't on or moving so Freya didn't think that it'd be a problem. One of the springs had come loose and she was determined to fix it even though she didn't have any of her tools on her.
When Cullen arrived he'd see the same blonde hair from the video as well as a pair of thin pale shoulders that are hunched over the bar. There was a tattoo of a cherry tree on her right shoulder blade and a compass on the inside of her forearm. Freya's attire was gothic in nature. She wore black pants with a vast majority of small pockets and loops with a green tank top that reads 'This is not a drill.' with a picture of a hammer beneath the lettering.
After a few seconds Freya remembered to turn and check the door again, this time meeting Cullen's gaze. Her lips pulled into a warm smile as she rose her hand in a wave. "Hey! You made it." Not that she didn't think he would but she's been sitting at the bar for close to an hour already.
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This isn't like the tavern in Skyhold or Flissa's bar in Haven, but he's been to more than one in his lifetime. The Spoiled Princess was across the lake from Kinloch and there were a few bars and establishments in Kirkwall that he'd at least been in. (Not that Cullen would be seen in either the Pearl in Denerim or the Blooming Rose in Kirkwall. He'd never seen the pull.) And while he's interested in the things that make it different from what he knows, he'd rather actually be back in the barracks.
But he's a man of his word and that will never change.
He sees the blond woman he's there to meet and is suddenly reminded of Sera a bit. It's...unnerving. Although, he's not sure that the elven archer ever greeted him quite like that. "I promised that I would show up or alert you if I wouldn't be able to make it." He raises a single eyebrow in question. "Are you used to people not keeping their word?"
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"What would you like? I would have ordered something for you but I didn't want to guess wrong." It would have been a waste of money then.
"This is mouse. Literally it was a mouse I was tinkering with." The clockwork mouse didn't move but its glass eyes looked eerily like it was watching Cullen. "Enough of that." Freya swiped up the toy and the gears and put them safely away in her pockets.
"So. Cullen right? Your picture isn't as cute as the real thing."
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"A pint of ale is fine. I'm not that fussy." Not about food or drinks. He leaves that to others in his acquaintance.
Her rambling is rather telling. It makes her less like Sera after that first flash and more like an unsure recruit. It's something he can work with, even if she's a bit more forward than he'd like. (Cullen, you're just stuffy.)
"I...thank you, I think." He looks down at the pint being slid across the bar to rest in front of him. He's been complimented by many people about his looks, teased even, but it never gets easier. He's not sure that others really mean it. "You're Freya, correct? Your clothes are different."
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color rave
Either way, despite some of the stories passed through the ranks, he can't imagine any sort of function like - well, this. Particularly not within the structured ranks, all of those pressed uniforms would never be the same.
The color rave is an odd celebration. But he has to admit, it's eye-catching, and everyone is seemingly enjoying themselves and Bodhi isn't all that stunned by getting doused with some of the colored pigments. The effects contained within have him a little more open to join in, friendly.
He scrubs some of the blue off, a puff of it rising in the air near Cullen. Someone looking like he's not sure he wants to be here.
"Hey. Ah, sorry-"
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Cullen is no different. He finds that the openly sexual nature of everyone in the area is starting to make him a little uncomfortable. He feels like the proverbial virgin in the sin pit. It's like being one of the novitiates taken to a brothel for the first time.
It takes every skill he has to avoid most of the airborne chemicals that are running around in the area. After so long around mages, power-crazy peoples and unknown magics, he's not really keen on being around things like this. Sadly, it's generally the last blow you don't see that gets you.
And this time is no different. "It's quite al-" and then he's hit full in the face with whatever this blue crap is. "Andraste's tits..."
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Bodhi grins, a little apologetic looking.
"Never heard that before. Who - or what's an Andraste?" He sobers, a little - some of the smile slipping away. "I really am sorry. I didn't think anyone not a part of the festivities would be standing around here, didn't see until it was too late."
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(It's hard trying to kick an addiction, okay?)
At the question, Cullen wipes at his face with a leather-gloved hand. Hopefully, he can avoid ingesting or inhaling it. He doesn't want to take the chance. Can't afford it.
"Andraste is the... Bride of the Maker, His Prophet." And he's just cursed her body parts. If he makes it back to Thedas, The chance of him making it to the Maker's side is probably nil now. Awesome. Of course, Varric does it all the time and he believes in the Maker about as much as Cullen does. There's hope there.
"I thought it would be wise to at least figure out what the fuss was about. I didn't think there would be," no, he's not blushing, shut up, "all of this."
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Barracks
Not that she'd ever admit that she needs that. But it factors into her behaviour all the same.
At first she mostly observes others as they travel in and out, getting an idea for people's routines and general temperaments before venturing any further. Cullen, she's seen go on patrol with a routine that she could almost set her watch to - save for, perhaps, the one embarrassing digression and any delays it may have caused.
Today, as he returns, she finally sees fit to break the silence; she's perched on a low wall that places her just a little higher than any of the other seating areas would.
"Back on time today. Take it you managed to avoid any distractions?" Possibly not the best opener, an admission that she'd been watching him. But then again, it wasn't like she'd ever been particularly subtle about it to a point where she's worried about it.
Re: Barracks
It invokes sensations he'd rather not discuss with anyone.
But he has seen this particular woman from time to time while heading out and returning from his scheduled patrols. When she speaks, he merely looks over at her with a mildly amused expression. In a way, he's reminded of Cole since she's not bothering to use any of the actual furniture in the common room.
"I'm learning my way around the Quarantine, if that's what you're asking."
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Besides. It's a struggle she understands all too well.
"Though I think to learn the whole place, it'll take a little longer. Certainly longer than I've been here." Which isn't very long at all, but even with her best efforts she knows it's going to take time. Especially given the distractions of the festival underway at the moment.
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"I'm not certain that this world can be fully understood. Just the architecture alone is a dizzying array of mishmashed styles that a man could get a headache just trying to pick out the differences."
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shores of the river
She'd come down to the shore looking for rocks to maybe skip across the water; she ducks, fishes one up from the sand and rolls it over in her palm before chucking it definitively into the river.)
Are you alright.
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A lack of paperwork is not the first thing he thought he would miss from Thedas.
As it is, the scenery by the river is both calming and reminds him of his home near Honnleath. It's a little wild, a little pretty, but not that far from actual civilization so that he doesn't have to be alone if he doesn't want to be. It's perfect for a walk that requires thought.
And it appears that he's not the only one who thinks so.]
I am perfectly well. Do I appear otherwise?
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(Maybe it's that Alyssa is confusing simple thoughtfulness for something more complex, but she's used to people talking and talking and talking and only shutting up when they're sad or whatever. Angry. Disappointed in her, that kind of thing. She does that kind of thing too, though.)
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river.
She's on her way down the bank when she sees Cullen already standing there, and she thinks to herself that it's not so unusual to find others contemplating the waters. It's not often though that she sees them looking so downcast. Stepping around to his left side, Zelda offers Cullen a smile.
"Hello. You look as though you have something on your mind."
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Nature, however, is where he is most comfortable, even after all this time. No doubt some of the men he trained with would accredit that to the fact that he grew up in a small farming community. Cullen wouldn't even deign to respond to those remarks, especially after he ended up in Kirkwall. The truth is he just enjoys the quiet.
The sound of another person walking close by does get his attention, but he continues to look out over the water, sure that the other would continue on. Of course, he's not that lucky and a young blond woman pops into his view. She's pretty and almost reminds him of one of the city elves in the alienages of the bigger cities of Thedas, but she doesn't... She's not someone from his world or he's sure that she'd know who he is. It's not as if he's kept a low profile over the last twelve years.
"Hello." She has a nice smile, but he's not a person who smiles for no reason. "That's a rather personal observation."
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"You're right - my apologies." She turns her attention to the running water in front of them instead, watching a duck bob along on the surface. "I may be projecting, since that's what I come down here to do. Think about things."
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Sampremi
"It's a lively place. Are you enjoying the festival?"
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"It's different. I've heard of orgies before, but I never really expected to walk into one."
It's not something that happens in Ferelden or the Free Marches. It's an Orlesian or Tevene sort of extravagance that is rather off-putting to his practical outlook.
"And never on this scale."
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The assessment does make him hum in agreement, though. It's close enough to an orgy that he can see the comparison.
"They take their celebrations seriously. Did you want to head somewhere quieter? The food stalls are more open and don't have this much activity."
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