[Well, one thing is clear: he's out of his depth. Managing the pods and the showers was trial enough, but he's at a complete loss as he stands in front of his locker. It has almost nothing in it: the jumpsuit, a curious device of unknown function, and -- the simple, perfunctory outfit he wore while managing things in Skyhold. No robes; no staff, obviously, though it wasn't technically required.
He rummages in the locker for a few moments, hoping to find an amulet or a ring or something--maybe a potion? But no. He's got nothing.
He exhales in mild irritation, takes his 'official' uniform rather than the provided jumpsuit, and grabs the slim, strange device also. Seems important.
Dasha squints for a few more moments into the darkness of the locker, as if trying to will more useful items to appear.
Green light flickers around his left palm, as though reacting to his concentration -- or possibly something else entirely.
He mutters.]
I'd say, at least you're here, but I doubt that's a good thing.
halls;
[Now fully clothed, but no more enlightened, Dasha walks cautiously through the mostly silent labyrinth of the ship. He knows that he is not the Fade; he has too much experience with that place to think otherwise. No, he's been drawn somewhere new, somewhere unknown. The structure of this place is unlike anything he's seen before--stark and streamlined and distinctly mechanical.
A spit of flame forms in his palm, just enough to light the way as he walks on, in search of someone to speak to, or at least somewhere to sit and think.]
the inquisitor | dragon age: inquisition
[Well, one thing is clear: he's out of his depth. Managing the pods and the showers was trial enough, but he's at a complete loss as he stands in front of his locker. It has almost nothing in it: the jumpsuit, a curious device of unknown function, and -- the simple, perfunctory outfit he wore while managing things in Skyhold. No robes; no staff, obviously, though it wasn't technically required.
He rummages in the locker for a few moments, hoping to find an amulet or a ring or something--maybe a potion? But no. He's got nothing.
He exhales in mild irritation, takes his 'official' uniform rather than the provided jumpsuit, and grabs the slim, strange device also. Seems important.
Dasha squints for a few more moments into the darkness of the locker, as if trying to will more useful items to appear.
Green light flickers around his left palm, as though reacting to his concentration -- or possibly something else entirely.
He mutters.]
I'd say, at least you're here, but I doubt that's a good thing.
halls;
[Now fully clothed, but no more enlightened, Dasha walks cautiously through the mostly silent labyrinth of the ship. He knows that he is not the Fade; he has too much experience with that place to think otherwise. No, he's been drawn somewhere new, somewhere unknown. The structure of this place is unlike anything he's seen before--stark and streamlined and distinctly mechanical.
A spit of flame forms in his palm, just enough to light the way as he walks on, in search of someone to speak to, or at least somewhere to sit and think.]
wildcard;
[Wherever/whatever else!]