[open] winter's light feels different on my skin

[unlikelyherald]

Who| Adella and hopefully no one who wants to kill her
What| Arrival in the Arena
Where| the pine forest, heading east.
When| late week 1, midday.
Warnings/Notes|


Adella would have liked a minute to gather her bearings, before she was shoved though the tube into the Arena. She, of course, wasn't afforded that. What information she was given and expected to run with she'd have to sort through, later. Instinct told her to run, as soon as she was given the chance to, and she did, heading for the forest.

The cold in the Arena felt familiar, at least. Skyhold was in a good location, it could get almost warm during the day, but it was a drafty old castle in the middle of a mountain range. The cold in the Arena was nothing she wasn't used to, although she would have liked her own clothes instead of what they'd provided her with.

She slowed to a walk after her sprint into the woods, looking around for any kind of advantage she could grab a hold of. Being unarmed and acutely aware that she's cut off from her magic worries her. It's been a long time since she felt like she was a caged animal, but that feeling creeps into the back of her mind as she looks around, her head jerking at every sound. One thing struck home, at least. There's people here, and supposedly they want to kill her.

Comments

[meravas]

"Another Trevelyan. I might need to sit down for this," he jokes as he goes to drop down on a boulder nearest to the fire, leaning forward with his arm braced on his thigh. "The Commander didn't mention a name, not the first one anyway. So that makes for two Trevelyan Inquisitors now..."

Bull eyes her in a small moment of silence. No, she's not his Inquisitor. The appearance and name don't match up. It's disappointing for him but... relieving. He's not sure if he'd want her here.

"If mine were here, that would be three. But she's not."

[unlikelyherald]

She'd been aware of the possibility of there being an infinite number of other Trevelyans, of course. It made sense, considering the situation. However hearing there's another Trevelyan out there it's a little strange.

"Ah, she. Um, she isn't a mage, is she?" Adella is honestly not sure if that would be weirder or not if she were.

[meravas]

"Actually, she is. Put her with Vivienne and Dorian and they were practically unstoppable. One giant powerhouse of magic. You wouldn't ever want to get on their bad side with the three of them together."

It gave him the chills just remembering how quickly and efficiently they would cut down their enemies. And it made him glad that they were all together and working for the Inquisition.

[unlikelyherald]

"Oh. And... no resemblance here," she gestures to her face, looking a little uncomfortable now. Obviously not, because otherwise Bull would have picked it out immediately. "I'm a mage, as well. I'd kind of assumed with Maxwell that the... different worlds meant we were drastically different. Maybe not."

[meravas]

"Your hair's not short enough. And you're missing the scar on your jaw. There are some other differences but..." Bull shrugs a shoulder. He didn't need to go into a lengthy discussion on angles of the eyes or the cheekbones, or any other physical attributes.

[unlikelyherald]

Her fingers absently touch the bottom of the scar over her left eye, imagining if it were on her jaw instead, before she shakes her head, focusing on Iron Bull again.

"Well, I guess there's a great deal more Trevelyans out there than I thought. Did you and Cullen think yours was the same, before?" He hadn't mentioned it to her, but they also hadn't really gone too into detail on who came from what reality.

[meravas]

"I asked on the dood-dad," he explains as he lifts his arm to indicate where the bracelet would be. "No one saw her. Then Dorian pulled up some thing about time magic. And then you showed up."

On top of Maxwell, another Trevelyan, Bull now suspected that this wasn't time magic at all.

"We all know each other but the Inquisitors? You guys? You know us but we've never met you. The Commander, aside. Not sure what this is."

[unlikelyherald]

She has no idea what he means by the dood-dad, but Cullen's explained some things about the Capitol to her, so she doesn't ask. His mention of Dorian's idea about the time magic does make her nod her head, biting the inside of her lip.

"My theory is that we're all from realms that exist alongside one-another, where just... a few small things are different. A person, a choice. It's a theory I've heard in the Circle before, but I never paid it much mind until I visited the Crossroads of Morrigan's Eluvian. This place... almost seems to confirm it, but I could still be wrong." There's no way to tell, really.

[meravas]

"Wrong or not, this place has a good definition for being fucked up." He frowns and looks away, over to where Maxwell sits and then over to Cassandra. He wasn't referring to their comrades but more so to the general situation they're in with the arenas.

Bull looks back to her. "Your theory might be right, who knows. We just need to figure out now how to get back."

[unlikelyherald]

"On that, I've no clue," she sighs, shaking her head. It does actually frustrate her. She's been a student of the arcane for her entire adult life, and what they're doing here is an absolute mystery to her. Part of her is very angry, and part of her just wants to get her fingers into it and find out how it worked. She's always been a little too curious for her own good.

"Cullen mentioned something about people going back after death, but... I feel like that's not something I'm going to be the first to test out."

[meravas]

"That's some way to go, but he's right. It is possible. Not that I want to find out." Good thing they were on the same page about that.

"Did the good commander have anything else to say? Were you brought up to date?" Bull assumes so if she's already sat down with Cullen.

[unlikelyherald]

"He filled me in on as much as he knew," She looks towards his sleeping form, a slight smile touching her lips before she looks back at Bull. "I suppose I'm lucky you've all been here, I don't have to stumble around like an idiot with no idea what's going on." Granted she's still extremely confused, but she's at least making the attempt to be okay with all the strangeness surrounding her.

[meravas]

"Always a plus, right?"

Bull follows to where her eyes wander, staring across to where Cullen's unmoving lump under the blanket rests. Rest is probably something he should consider, his own injuries deep enough that he'd lost quite the amount of blood earlier.

"It's like I said to the other Inquisitor - I got your back, no matter what," he tells her as he looks to her once more. "You're still the Inquisitor, or one of the many. And don't worry about paying me."

[unlikelyherald]

Adella lets out a chuckle at that, nodding her head. "That's good, I'm spectacularly broke and I don't even have my magical talents to fall back on." Even if he's not her Bull, it's nice to know he's around, that he's been around. She'd always felt a little more comfortable when she knew she had Iron Bull watching her back with his considerable size and massive axe.

Minus the axe here, but she'll take what she can get.

[meravas]

"If it makes you feel any better - I'm without my axe. We're all without something here. It's the biggest pain in the ass," Bull grouched on puff of exhaled breath, lips together in a line of displeasure. "Besides the whole fight to the death show they got going on here."

[unlikelyherald]

"It doesn't make me feel better, actually. I know you're deadly regardless of what weapons you have, but it really would be nice if you had the axe." Where they're all varying stages of deadly, she'd feel better if they were all at their maximum potential. Unfortunately that seems to be beyond their grasp, here.

[meravas]

Her words make him chuckle, a huff of laughter that ends on a coughing. The movement, slight as ever, bugs his shoulder and he lets show a brief wince while still trying to grin. "I really wish I had the axe. I could've cleaved that beast in half and we wouldn't be in this position. Dorian wouldn't be as buggered up as he is."