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ioduanlogs2018-02-03 08:04 pm
bestofthevein) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-02-03 08:04 pm
[OPEN] bleeding, I'm bleeding
Characters: Kit + you??
Date: Throughout early February
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: After a frustrating encounter with a Sentry, Kit makes a concerted effort to find a place to chill and figure out why the hell he's still alive.
Warnings/Rating: probable discussion of how Kit died in Thedas, which was a rather grisly prospect.
i. a case of mistaken identity
It's just like being back in Dust Town all over again, with the brand on his face doing more to convince the Proving guards of his guilt than anything he might say in defence of his own innocence. That is, possibly, why he nearly comes to blows with the Sentry before the fellow accusing him of the crime--what crime, who even knows--decides to back off.
"No," the fellow decides, "no I don't think it was him after all--the other fellow was--" and he mimes the universal sign for 'taller.' Much taller. And without the chirruping bibiru still riding side-saddle in Kit's backpack.
"Yeah, you're damn right it wasn't me." Defensive and in no mood for pleasantries, Kit splits off from the unpleasant encounter as soon as he's certain the Sentry has lost interest, and stalks off down the road, lit cigarette stuck between his lips. He knows that there are eyes following his progress, but sod it, let them stare. Let them. He didn't do a damn thing.
The bibiru, agitated, chirps into his ear, and on instinct Kit reaches back to give the furry thing's ears an affectionate pet. "Sorry about that, salroka," he murmurs.
In Kirkwall, he'd have gone to the Hanged Man, lost himself in a round too many of Wicked Grace with the usual rotten suspects (and maybe lost his share of the rent money, too). Here in Aifaran, he doesn't know where to go to lie low. With a bit of his monthly stipend, he purchases a ticket for the skyrail and boards it; he doesn't have a destination in mind, but that doesn't stop him from slumping into one of the seats by the window.
Numb--and yet not numb, for his hand regularly wanders to the place in his gut where the Coterie thug's dagger had ripped into him, killing him--he stares out the window at the Seaglass City as it unfolds beneath him.
Maybe you're on the train with him. Maybe you're not--he's got his yimo with him, after all.
ii. peace at last
There's a beach somewhere in or around Aifaran, and that's where Kit ends up. He sits on the sand, smokes his cigarette, and watches the waves come in across the dark sand. Somewhere nearby, his bibiru hops about and forages in the nearby grasses. Kit keeps an eye on it--him? Her? He hasn't bothered to check.
After some time, reasonably convinced he's alone, he pulls off his shirt and chucks it aside, then turns his gaze nervously to the supernaturally healed laceration that raggedly cuts across his stomach. He tenderly explores it with fingers, and lets out a shuddering breath. He'd died. He knows this wound had killed him, had left him dead in the Medicine Seller's arms in some shit hole corner of Darktown.
So why is he here now? Why is any of this happening?
Date: Throughout early February
Location: Throughout Aifaran
Situation: After a frustrating encounter with a Sentry, Kit makes a concerted effort to find a place to chill and figure out why the hell he's still alive.
Warnings/Rating: probable discussion of how Kit died in Thedas, which was a rather grisly prospect.
i. a case of mistaken identity
It's just like being back in Dust Town all over again, with the brand on his face doing more to convince the Proving guards of his guilt than anything he might say in defence of his own innocence. That is, possibly, why he nearly comes to blows with the Sentry before the fellow accusing him of the crime--what crime, who even knows--decides to back off.
"No," the fellow decides, "no I don't think it was him after all--the other fellow was--" and he mimes the universal sign for 'taller.' Much taller. And without the chirruping bibiru still riding side-saddle in Kit's backpack.
"Yeah, you're damn right it wasn't me." Defensive and in no mood for pleasantries, Kit splits off from the unpleasant encounter as soon as he's certain the Sentry has lost interest, and stalks off down the road, lit cigarette stuck between his lips. He knows that there are eyes following his progress, but sod it, let them stare. Let them. He didn't do a damn thing.
The bibiru, agitated, chirps into his ear, and on instinct Kit reaches back to give the furry thing's ears an affectionate pet. "Sorry about that, salroka," he murmurs.
In Kirkwall, he'd have gone to the Hanged Man, lost himself in a round too many of Wicked Grace with the usual rotten suspects (and maybe lost his share of the rent money, too). Here in Aifaran, he doesn't know where to go to lie low. With a bit of his monthly stipend, he purchases a ticket for the skyrail and boards it; he doesn't have a destination in mind, but that doesn't stop him from slumping into one of the seats by the window.
Numb--and yet not numb, for his hand regularly wanders to the place in his gut where the Coterie thug's dagger had ripped into him, killing him--he stares out the window at the Seaglass City as it unfolds beneath him.
Maybe you're on the train with him. Maybe you're not--he's got his yimo with him, after all.
ii. peace at last
There's a beach somewhere in or around Aifaran, and that's where Kit ends up. He sits on the sand, smokes his cigarette, and watches the waves come in across the dark sand. Somewhere nearby, his bibiru hops about and forages in the nearby grasses. Kit keeps an eye on it--him? Her? He hasn't bothered to check.
After some time, reasonably convinced he's alone, he pulls off his shirt and chucks it aside, then turns his gaze nervously to the supernaturally healed laceration that raggedly cuts across his stomach. He tenderly explores it with fingers, and lets out a shuddering breath. He'd died. He knows this wound had killed him, had left him dead in the Medicine Seller's arms in some shit hole corner of Darktown.
So why is he here now? Why is any of this happening?
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"I'm Kit." He figures, as far as introductions go, that a pretty straight forward one might be the best approach with someone who seems as introspective and quiet as Kei is... at least, upon their first meeting.
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"I ought to be dead as well. Strange how Aifaran undoes that."
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"I won't ask what happened," he adds; anyone's death is bound to be a sensitive subject, his own being no different. He turns instead to look back across the water, smiling a bit. "On the bright side, at least we get this view, huh?"
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It's soothing somehow, seeing that grin. Hearing those words. Even with the distance he's managed to keep the past 19 years from every other person on Earth save his editor. Then again, he's lonelier here than he ever was then.
"Yes. It's very peaceful here. I can't say I'm used to it."
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But so much has changed--so much is different--it's difficult not to want to reach out, to make a friend, one he hopes will stick around.
(Well. There's always the Medicine Seller. But he's a different complication all on his own, isn't he.)
"You want to sit down?" he invites, nodding to the bit of sand and grass near-ish by. "I wouldn't mind the company, tell you the truth. No offence to the little guy there," he adds, nodding to the bibiru who has at last gone back to his grass nibbling, "but he's not much of a conversationalist."