[This planet reminds Adalwolfe of the good parts of Orlais. Which, of course, is blasphemy coming from any dog red-blooded Ferelden to say that Orlais even has any good parts, but the colorful buildings and the sweeping architecture and the sheer amount of stuff sitting everywhere is a comfort he's been seeking since waking up with a terribly confused jolt back on the Marsiva a few days ago.
He'd been... in a desert? A swamp? Something. Somewhere, he knows somewhere back on Thedas, but the details are all muddled and jump out of his mental grasp like fish, flashing once above the surface and then gone. He'd stopped trying to hang onto them after the first hour, easier to just get on with it and move forward, see who was still around. At least there could be some familiarity in that amidst his annoyance at being tugged around the multiverse.
Maker, he must already be acclimating of he's thinking in terms like 'multiverse.'
Hands in pockets, Wolfe wanders himself through the main thoroughfare of the colorful city, stopping to pick up the occasional bauble in shops at random, then sighing and putting it back down. More often he looks over his shoulders, trying to catch glimpses of familiar faces from home, from the Fleet... both, maybe. He'd been too rattled trying to sort out his mind when he'd arrived to try and contact anyone despite his wanting to move forward. In fact, his communicator remains off in his pocket. Funny, he's never been hesitant to face people before, even people who hate him, but somehow this seemed too daunting, or maybe too impersonal over text or voice or even video.
So he keeps looking and tells himself he isn't worried that too much has changed.]
b. Augury
[Something that always has gotten Wolfe's mind off of anything else is good hard work. Chasing bandits, tracking down wayward children, eradicating spiders, dragonlings, and even full grown dragons out of mines. It's all things he's done before. Even more mundane work like digging holes for farm posts or carting goods from point a to point b are things he has under his belt. It's nice to do those things, actually. Too often the second he's found out as the Champion of Kirkwall it's either he's a monster and chased out of town or a hero who shouldn't have to raise a finger. He gets fussy either way.
Thankfully on alien planets - and in the Fleet at large - no one knows or cares and his magic here is appreciated. Or, well, sort of. It's not as if he's really ever been any good at divination. Truthfully, being schooled in magic outside of any Circle, he didn't even know divination was an actual discipline until coming across it in books here. Back home he just thought it was something relegated to Rivaini Seers, but it's still magic in the loosest sense.
He can do a pretty good impression of a fortune teller just by being able to read people, even if he doesn't have actual prophetic ability. The cut of their clothes, their posture, the expressions on their face. He's pretty certain that's what the people here mean by someone's 'aura' anyway. Even so, using the weird machines to tell people their fortunes has been his favorite job on these weird planets yet. Probably because he gets to dress up and make a goof of himself without feeling self-conscious. Magic here is used in such a rudimentary way by everyone, either through its use or the purchase of fortune telling as a magical service, and no one seems to care one way or the other about it on the fundamental level. It's always a refreshing thing no matter how many planets they come across that don't persecute their mages.]
Step right up and have your cards read by the Wolfe of Wisdom! Want to know the exact shade of your aura? If you had the right breakfast today? If there's love and joy in your future or only heartbreak? No question is too large or small for the all-seeing eyes of the Hawke!
[He might be mixing metaphors here, especially with his newly-purchased "mystical" garb covered in non-sense symbols and spangly blue starts, but at the very least he's having a good time in not having any shame at all.]
c. Here lizard lizard lizard...
Oh you beauty...
[Adalwolfe is kneeling at the bottom of a very large well appointed cage with a large mottled lizard curled around a water dish in the bottom, staring up at the dottering human mage with an expression bordering between annoyed and sleepy. The orange sunburst around its eyes is the only color that isn't drab, but to Adalwolfe this is the most beautiful creature he's laid eyes on outside of Thedas.]
Oh yes, you could come home with me couldn't you, little dragon. I would feed you anything you wanted and you'd grow up nice and strong, yes you would.
[Don't be alarmed if Wolfe turns to you, stranger or friend alike, with wide eyes and a light grin.]
Don't you think he'd be happier with an entire ship to run about? I bet he even would eat mice. A working dragon. What do you think?
d. Wildcard
[Anything and everything else goes here. Adalwolfe likes to explore and get into trouble, so I am down for whatever! If you want to plan ahead, my plurk is reikofanel]
Adalwolfe Hawke | Dragon Age series (malleable protag) | potential reapp, memories intact
[This planet reminds Adalwolfe of the good parts of Orlais. Which, of course, is blasphemy coming from any
dogred-blooded Ferelden to say that Orlais even has any good parts, but the colorful buildings and the sweeping architecture and the sheer amount of stuff sitting everywhere is a comfort he's been seeking since waking up with a terribly confused jolt back on the Marsiva a few days ago.He'd been... in a desert? A swamp? Something. Somewhere, he knows somewhere back on Thedas, but the details are all muddled and jump out of his mental grasp like fish, flashing once above the surface and then gone. He'd stopped trying to hang onto them after the first hour, easier to just get on with it and move forward, see who was still around. At least there could be some familiarity in that amidst his annoyance at being tugged around the multiverse.
Maker, he must already be acclimating of he's thinking in terms like 'multiverse.'
Hands in pockets, Wolfe wanders himself through the main thoroughfare of the colorful city, stopping to pick up the occasional bauble in shops at random, then sighing and putting it back down. More often he looks over his shoulders, trying to catch glimpses of familiar faces from home, from the Fleet... both, maybe. He'd been too rattled trying to sort out his mind when he'd arrived to try and contact anyone despite his wanting to move forward. In fact, his communicator remains off in his pocket. Funny, he's never been hesitant to face people before, even people who hate him, but somehow this seemed too daunting, or maybe too impersonal over text or voice or even video.
So he keeps looking and tells himself he isn't worried that too much has changed.]
b. Augury
[Something that always has gotten Wolfe's mind off of anything else is good hard work. Chasing bandits, tracking down wayward children, eradicating spiders, dragonlings, and even full grown dragons out of mines. It's all things he's done before. Even more mundane work like digging holes for farm posts or carting goods from point a to point b are things he has under his belt. It's nice to do those things, actually. Too often the second he's found out as the Champion of Kirkwall it's either he's a monster and chased out of town or a hero who shouldn't have to raise a finger. He gets fussy either way.
Thankfully on alien planets - and in the Fleet at large - no one knows or cares and his magic here is appreciated. Or, well, sort of. It's not as if he's really ever been any good at divination. Truthfully, being schooled in magic outside of any Circle, he didn't even know divination was an actual discipline until coming across it in books here. Back home he just thought it was something relegated to Rivaini Seers, but it's still magic in the loosest sense.
He can do a pretty good impression of a fortune teller just by being able to read people, even if he doesn't have actual prophetic ability. The cut of their clothes, their posture, the expressions on their face. He's pretty certain that's what the people here mean by someone's 'aura' anyway. Even so, using the weird machines to tell people their fortunes has been his favorite job on these weird planets yet. Probably because he gets to dress up and make a goof of himself without feeling self-conscious. Magic here is used in such a rudimentary way by everyone, either through its use or the purchase of fortune telling as a magical service, and no one seems to care one way or the other about it on the fundamental level. It's always a refreshing thing no matter how many planets they come across that don't persecute their mages.]
Step right up and have your cards read by the Wolfe of Wisdom! Want to know the exact shade of your aura? If you had the right breakfast today? If there's love and joy in your future or only heartbreak? No question is too large or small for the all-seeing eyes of the Hawke!
[He might be mixing metaphors here, especially with his newly-purchased "mystical" garb covered in non-sense symbols and spangly blue starts, but at the very least he's having a good time in not having any shame at all.]
c. Here lizard lizard lizard...
Oh you beauty...
[Adalwolfe is kneeling at the bottom of a very large well appointed cage with a large mottled lizard curled around a water dish in the bottom, staring up at the dottering human mage with an expression bordering between annoyed and sleepy. The orange sunburst around its eyes is the only color that isn't drab, but to Adalwolfe this is the most beautiful creature he's laid eyes on outside of Thedas.]
Oh yes, you could come home with me couldn't you, little dragon. I would feed you anything you wanted and you'd grow up nice and strong, yes you would.
[Don't be alarmed if Wolfe turns to you, stranger or friend alike, with wide eyes and a light grin.]
Don't you think he'd be happier with an entire ship to run about? I bet he even would eat mice. A working dragon. What do you think?
d. Wildcard
[Anything and everything else goes here. Adalwolfe likes to explore and get into trouble, so I am down for whatever! If you want to plan ahead, my plurk is