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[hierophants]

I am uncertain of how such a device works, but I suppose the idea is simple enough. It is not unlike things I have seen before. Mass communication can often be useful.

More troublesome is this "space" we find ourselves in. I did not think it possible, but stranger things have happened, and clearly will continue to happen. However, despite assurances that we are on a path "home", I wish to return to my own home as soon as possible. I have pressing matters to attend to, and this detour is not at all helpful.

Regardless, if one is familiar with the world of Thedas and the Fade, I would enjoy speaking with you. It would be good to have some grounding.

( Solas is still very disoriented about... well, everything, but the only thing he's figured out so far on his MID is how to use the text function. He's an old man with an iPad, honestly, and is stubbornly refusing to work things he doesn't know how to. So, enjoy him awkwardly using the text function and being terrible at any other kind of response. )

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[vitaars]

( there is only one person adaar knows who would 1) write like that 2) ask about thedas and 3) mention the fade. it could be worse, she thinks, at least solas tended to have answers. )

no cryptic asnwers this time, solas? thats' unlike you

[hierophants]

( He only just figured out how to check who was talking to him, but he's rather glad he did. A Qunari, of all things. Wonderful. )

I thought I told your people to trouble me no further.

[vitaars]

( SQUINTS. not this shit again. she thought they resolved this with a little 'sure, solas, go ahead and murder those mages if it makes you feel better' )

'your people' you mean the inquisition/

( adaar is just. gonna stop you there, solas, before she has to correct your previous assumptions again. )

[hierophants]

I do not. And they are not my people, despite how much yours wish to insist they are.

Were you following me, and then got caught in this place as well? Forgive me if I do not pity you.

( How the hell did you even follow him through the eluvian wtf. )

[vitaars]

i have never asked for your pity solas, nor do i want it. but the last thing i remember is falling into the fade, with you, blackwall, and dorian.

( she is taking her time in picking out the letters, just to make her intent clear )

don't you think you should tell the inquisitor that you're leaving us? only i haven't heard anything about it.

[hierophants]

( Falling into the Fade? Well, he had certainly experienced that, but not with a Qunari-

Inquisitor? He has a pang through his heart about that - he has already talked to her, and the memory of leaving her behind, wracked in pain and loss, was hard enough. ) I do not believe I have to tell you anything, Qunari. And I have told the Inquisitor what she needed to hear.

[vitaars]

what i needed to hear? you haven't told me anything!

( seriously, solas, come on. what's wrong with you. she's letting that qunari remark pass for the moment, although it rankles. it doesn't seem to matter who she talks to, it always boils down to that. )

[hierophants]

You? You are not the Inquisitor.

( What kind of joke is this, anyway. )

[vitaars]

then this glowing mark on my hand must belong to someone else, i wish you would have told me sooner

( YOU TELL HER )

[hierophants]

( wtf the fuck )

Lies. A Qunari does not posses the Anchor.

[vitaars]

( in her annoyance, adaar just so happens to hit the right buttons for the camera function on her MID. it takes her fifteen minutes and three pictures; one of her feet and leg, one of half of her face, until she finally gets a shot of her left hand wreathed in green light.

anchor this. )

so this is some other rift opening mark i didn't ask for but got stuck with anyway