[ To say the last however many hours have been tumultuous would be a vast understatement. Cullen is not inexperienced with crisis by any means, but the tumble from Thedas to here had been another tick mark in the box of "traumatic life experience". It had felt like the Fade swallowed everything and then left him to dream– or rather suffer the nightmares in the aftermath. Maybe the Inquisitor hadn't sealed the Breach. Maybe Corypheus had reopened it without any of them knowing.
Fear remains a steely sensation in the pit of his stomach, even as he dazedly makes his way through the flickering oddity of this Olympia. At some point, he's had brochures pressed into his hand; the paper creaks as it's gripped tightly in one gloved fist. It seems as this place wishes to test his mental faculties. Not the original intention, but a side effect nonetheless. He feels like every time he turns his head, he catches the projection of a familiar face. And just as soon, they're gone.
If this is truly his reality, it's going to take some getting used to.
Incrementally, he releases his death grip on the papers in his hand, finally sliding off to the side of one room to peer down at the information. An already creased brow only furrows more as he reads the bits about Wyvern. Lawless? Wild? This sounds a bit like some place he knows. ]
Why would anyone wish to live in somewhere like Kirkwall of all places?
[ For real though. It might be in a jungle but the heart of it seems the same. ]
b. blending in
[ If there's one thing he's atrocious at, it's subtlety. Leliana and Josephine both have mocked him ceaselessly for always choosing the most direct course. Cullen simply doesn't have the patience to wend his way around a problem when he can tackle it head on.
This also gives him trouble when dealing with things like putting on a performance. He cringes every time he thinks of the ball at Halamshiral; all that rubbing elbows with nobility and pretending to smile at their pettiness. Unfortunately, it seems this place is attempting to get them to assimilate in what's probably the worst circumstance. It's like a group project but a hundred times more terrible.
Cullen looks down at his cue card, which simply has the role of "red lantern district maiden" printed on it. No. ]
This is out of line. You can't seriously expect...
[ Someone help, he's turning redder in the face by the second. He might die of embarrassment. ]
c. is this tinder
●●●●○ THESA
CULLEN RUTHERFORD
@curly (30), Honnleath in Ferelden, Thedas
cullen rutherford | dragon age inquisition
[ To say the last however many hours have been tumultuous would be a vast understatement. Cullen is not inexperienced with crisis by any means, but the tumble from Thedas to here had been another tick mark in the box of "traumatic life experience". It had felt like the Fade swallowed everything and then left him to dream– or rather suffer the nightmares in the aftermath. Maybe the Inquisitor hadn't sealed the Breach. Maybe Corypheus had reopened it without any of them knowing.
Fear remains a steely sensation in the pit of his stomach, even as he dazedly makes his way through the flickering oddity of this Olympia. At some point, he's had brochures pressed into his hand; the paper creaks as it's gripped tightly in one gloved fist. It seems as this place wishes to test his mental faculties. Not the original intention, but a side effect nonetheless. He feels like every time he turns his head, he catches the projection of a familiar face. And just as soon, they're gone.
If this is truly his reality, it's going to take some getting used to.
Incrementally, he releases his death grip on the papers in his hand, finally sliding off to the side of one room to peer down at the information. An already creased brow only furrows more as he reads the bits about Wyvern. Lawless? Wild? This sounds a bit like some place he knows. ]
Why would anyone wish to live in somewhere like Kirkwall of all places?
[ For real though. It might be in a jungle but the heart of it seems the same. ]
b. blending in
[ If there's one thing he's atrocious at, it's subtlety. Leliana and Josephine both have mocked him ceaselessly for always choosing the most direct course. Cullen simply doesn't have the patience to wend his way around a problem when he can tackle it head on.
This also gives him trouble when dealing with things like putting on a performance. He cringes every time he thinks of the ball at Halamshiral; all that rubbing elbows with nobility and pretending to smile at their pettiness. Unfortunately, it seems this place is attempting to get them to assimilate in what's probably the worst circumstance. It's like a group project but a hundred times more terrible.
Cullen looks down at his cue card, which simply has the role of "red lantern district maiden" printed on it. No. ]
This is out of line. You can't seriously expect...
[ Someone help, he's turning redder in the face by the second. He might die of embarrassment. ]
c. is this tinder
@curly (30), Honnleath in Ferelden, Thedas
I'M SKILLED IN: Swordsmanship, magic nullification, chess
I'M LOOKING FOR: Anyone from Thedas, answers
ALSO, I'M: Not entirely sure this is real
d. wildcard
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