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Cole ([personal profile] lonelyghost) wrote in [community profile] bigapplesauce2015-11-26 01:07 am

daylight will swallow me whole [open to multiple]

There is something he's forgotten, isn't there. Isn't there? Darkness where there used to be light, nothing where there was something, but now who's to say what it was. The sky is scarred but healed and quiet, and everyone is glad they are safe and you helped and you should be happy, but there is that itch of forgetting, like before, when you forgot yourself.

Can't keep the thread of that now, slipping through your fingers like fine sands, like a dream. The Inquisitor is here. Your friend.

"There've been some reports of Fade rifts in the Hissing Wastes," he says. "Would you like to go with us?"

"I've never been to the Hissing Wastes," says Cole. "Do they actually hiss?"

"I don't know about that," says the Inquisitor with a little smile. Cole likes his smile. It's friendly, and isn't forced. "Harding called it the worst place in the world, but I don't know if I agree with her on that. It's all quiet desert. I thought it was rather nice, myself. You might like it."

He asks when he doesn't have to. He is the Inquisitor, he can make anyone go with him at a word, but he always asks. He is a good friend. Cole hopes he never forgets.

The Hissing Wastes do hiss a little, wind whistling woefully over the sand. Cole does like it there, dark and cool and mostly quiet, traveling with Varric and The Iron Bull, neither of whom call him 'it' or 'thing', or seem to mind what he is. When they come upon the Fade rift The Iron Bull laughs and Varric says something funny, in the wrong order, and Cole's mind is mired elsewhere because this one does not feel right. The others don't notice, can't feel it, but this rift is two rifts, one inside the other, something else beyond, reaching and grasping.

He shouldn't, knows he shouldn't. Nobody should. But Cole reaches back.

It's what he does; he helps people. The others can't sense it, don't see that this rift wants more than to let demons out. It wants to pull them in. He can't let that happen to his friends. He won't. There is no time to warn them and no time to stop it so Cole pushes forward and offers himself, gives up himself gladly, to save them all.

"Cole!" the Inquisitor cries out, startled, confused, why is he going, why is he doing this, but Cole can't answer him now, can't turn back; if he were more like a spirit he could fight it, but he's not, and so he can't. He lets it swallow him up, and he is afraid: he doesn't want to go to the Fade, he doesn't want to be alone.

It is over very quickly. But it is not the Fade where he finds himself. This place is real. Whole. But it is not the world he knows. It is something different.

He is sitting in grass, real grass but different grass, feels different, remembers hundreds of different years, and millions of lives, nothing Cole's ever felt before. This is somewhere new. Not Thedas and not the Fade.

He does not move, sitting in the middle of the grass, surrounded by people who ignore him, even though he is wearing his hat and he just appeared, no one sees him, nobody sees. He's like he was.

Afraid and alone, adrift, absent. Cole curls inward and tells himself to wake up. It will not work. It never works. This is no dream.

Wake up, please.



[OOC: Please note Cole's permissions page and the abilities section of his app. It is possible that your character can meet him and then forget the encounter afterward, if you like. This means there could be multiple encounters. Feel free to tag in setting your character up as minding their own business, and Cole can approach them, as he is not easily noticed (not by the average person, anyway). Hit me up if you wanna run something by me.]
biscuit_powered: (human | bored | exploding soda)

[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-11-26 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
No love-eels today, on the plus side. No excitement, either, though. The idea of finding gainful employment has occurred to Asmodia, as has the idea of setting herself up for a career in vigilante justice. Procurement doesn't appeal so much as a career path in a world without dangerous magical artifacts to keep out of evil hands, but her only other work experience was in innkeeping as a kid and she's sure as the Abyss not going back to that.

She's wrapped up in her cloak of human guise, as per usual, and wrapped up in her own thoughts -- also as per usual, these days. She's stopped bothering to try to disguise or hide Biscuit, who could almost pass for an ugly little dog as he trots along at her heels through the park.


[OOC: So I literally got out the dice and made a Perception roll to see if Asmodia would notice him because tabletop character, and she got a critical failure. Good job, adventurer. Also, you have my permission to use his abilities on her, and I'll do my best to include clear enough trains of thought to make it workable -- Asmodia will not like it one bit, though.]
Edited 2015-11-26 18:21 (UTC)
biscuit_powered: (human | wary | unsettled)

[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-11-30 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
The two of them are alone with their individual thoughts and with their shared feelings, and then they are not. Asmodia gives a little start that reverberates through Biscuit, all her attention snapping to the present to focus on the oddly dressed stranger.

"Huh?" she asks, her mind trying to buy time as she figures out what he's even asking. Is he a beggar? He's dressed a little like a beggar, inasmuch as he's dressed like anything in particular. "I'm not lost," she says, and it's true in the sense that she knows her way back to the tiny box apartment in which she lives, and she knows her way here and there to a handful of places in this city. "We're in Manhattan," she adds. "In the Park. Did...did you just get here?"
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[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-12-02 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Biscuit gazes back, looking for all the world like he's waiting for something. Violence, probably. He puts a paw on Asmodia's foot, a silent (and needless) reminder not to forget him if things go south in the next few minutes.

"You did just get here," Asmodia surmises, watching him no less warily than her familiar. He doesn't seem like he means any harm, but it would be hard for her to miss the way he seems to know things about her he has no business knowing. "I don't know how to get back," she admits. "We've been taken by a Rift -- a kind of, of planar gate -- I mean, a hole between the worlds. Manhattan is the name of the city where it put us."
biscuit_powered: (human | wary | peeking)

[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-12-03 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
"The Fade?" This...well, it doesn't so much change things, because he's here now one way or another. But it's definitely not usual for someone to come through and be unsurprised that they've left their home plane, only that they haven't wound up on the one they expected.

"Because it's not an accident of nature," she offers. "The rift is a thinking thing, as far as we can tell. It seems to want to do this to people."
biscuit_powered: (human | sad | grief)

[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-12-04 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Asmodia," she replies, and then because it doesn't matter in a world where no one could possibly trace her family tree, she adds, "Antarion. And no, I don't know. We wouldn't be here still if I knew how to get home -- I left people behind, too."

She frowns at him, disliking her own honesty. It would be useless to give him false hope, but that doesn't mean there's nothing she can do for him. "You're going to need a place to live," she points out. "I can help with that, at least."
biscuit_powered: (human | serious | disagrees with you)

[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2015-12-05 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"...You keep saying things like that," she points out, eyes narrowing. She doesn't think she's given him any sign that she's especially wary of him. "What makes you think I'm not going to trust you?"
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[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2016-01-26 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
She almost objects at first, but then he keeps going...and going. Asmodia's mouth draws outward into a thin line as she takes in a deep breath, weathering the observations. It's pretty obvious they are observations; it's like he's looking at her and seeing the things he's talking about, figuring it out as he goes. It's invasive, unwelcome. It also explains a lot about his weird demeanor.

"Oh," she says, but she might as well be saying ew. He doesn't seem like he means any harm, but in that moment she feels so terribly exposed that it's all she has in her not to turn tail right then. "So you're one of those kinds. That's -- alright."

It's not alright.


[I am really sorry about leaving you hanging. I marked the notif for this as read before I'd answered it and apparently closed whatever tab it was in; I just remembered last night that I hadn't actually tagged you back.]
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[personal profile] biscuit_powered 2016-02-06 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment she wants to protest. She didn't mean anything by her reaction, and there's just the briefest flicker of knowing he's going to do something--

Alright, so innkeeping's out of the question and 'procurement' isn't looking like a valid career path in this world, but there's got to be something she could do around here for a little extra cash flow. Asmodia huffs out a sigh as she realizes she got so lost in thought she forgot to keep walking (...was there...a person...? no, never mind, couldn't have been important). She's nowhere in particular to go, but she sets off again at a brisk walk anyhow, hoping the exercise will jog her imagination.
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2015-11-30 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike is out walking, ostensibly looking for a place where he might be able to spar with an actual bear without people calling the police, but really he'd just wanted to go for a walk. No rain, no snow, and the weather isn't all that chilly. It's a nice day, and as much as he does like hanging out in the bookshop, he doesn't want to be there every day. He can be in the sun now, and he's slowly getting used to the idea.

He's thinking about going by and visiting Angela at the butcher shop when he smells something that makes him stop in his tracks. It's leather, which isn't unusual in itself, but it's old leather- musty and worn and a little bit odd. It's out of place here in the middle of the park, would probably be out of place anywhere in the city short of a tannery.

He turns around, looking for a source of the smell. He expects to see a person, but he sees nothing. When it starts to move away, he follows it. He feels a bit ridiculous playing bloodhound like this, but he'd rather figure out what this is now than have whatever it is turn out to be something dangerous.
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2015-12-02 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Jesus." Spike steps back a step when the guy suddenly appears in front of him. It's not like he materialized out of thin air- more like he was there the entire time and Spike had just failed to notice.

He looks the guy up and down, lingering a few extra moments on the enormity of the hat. It's clear now that the clothes are where the majority of the smell is coming from, with the exception of the more flowery smell. That reminds him of the graveyard back in Sunnydale after a good rain, all dirt and ozone and decaying flowers. Maybe it's a smell leftover from wherever this guy arrived from. Maybe it's just what he smells like.

"Well, that's one way to stay outta the rain," he mumbles at the hat. Spike's uncomfortably aware of how this...whatever he is had seemed to have a window into not just his thoughts, but his past. Some things he doesn't mind people knowing, others he'd prefer stay hidden. That the guy seems to be asking him out to eat adds another level entirely that he's not quite ready to get to. He raises his eyebrows at him. "What are you supposed to be, then? Psychic ghost outta the dark ages?"
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2015-12-04 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Spike pauses for a moment, taking in the description of his own death and (kind-of) rebirth with a sort of awkward acceptance. The way that Cole talks reminds him a little of Dru, though with her it'd always been more poetry than premonition. Cole seems far less likely to ramble himself into a dialectical dead end and far more likely to say something that someone other than Spike would understand.

"...yeah." He's not sure which statement he's answering. All of them, probably. "I'm Spike, but I'm gonna bet you knew that one already." He reaches out and prods Cole in the arm with a finger, just to reassure himself that he's talking to something solid. "So, human then? Did you just get here?" His instincts say that Cole isn't human, but he doesn't have much evidence to the contrary either.
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2015-12-06 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"You and everybody else that's ever fallen out of that bloody hole in the sky." Spike considers for a moment. He doesn't really want to go out of his way to get this guy into the system. He's assuming that no one else has helped him already or he would be in an apartment trying to unlock the mysteries of a smartphone instead of wandering around here.

"I'm not going where you need to go. If I write down an address can you find it?" He doesn't seem dumb, just a bit touched in the head. He can probably figure it out. And if not, he'll find him when he gets back. "Someone's bound to answer if you knock really hard."

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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2015-12-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Can you-" Spike groans and thinks in quick succession of a variety of ways that this could go horribly wrong for him. He doesn't think that Cole is malicious, but he has been wrong about that sort of thing in the past. It's not likely that Cole has evil intentions. It's more likely that Cole will just be more of a pain in the arse and than he was bargaining for today.

Still, he hadn't quite believed Cole. Asking to follow him around like a lost puppy right after asserting that he can find his own way doesn't really scream confidence to Spike. He doesn't want the guy to get lost in the city. He looks like a bum or a very bloody peculiar brand of street performer, both things that people are going to avoid...if they can even see him. It's possible that Spike is the only person that's both curious enough to help him out and actually able to do so.

He shrugs dramatically.

"Yeah. Suit yourself." He lifts a finger and points in Cole's direction. "But if you have some sort of displaced time traveler freak-out about the subway I'm leaving you behind."
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2016-01-14 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
This mind reading is going to take some getting used to. He takes a look back at Cole as he starts walking towards the subway station, and wonders idly if people are going to assume that he's a nutter talking to thin air. More reason for people to avoid walking into him, he supposes. He can deal with that.

"I can eat anything," he says once Cole catches up to him, "it just doesn't keep me alive. Blood's what does it. So we're going to the only place to get a decent cup." He doesn't say that Angela's is the only place that actually has blood that will keep him alive, but it seems like Cole has already sussed that one out.

"You'll like Angela. She'll probably want to buy that hat off you." He threatens the possibility mildly. It's possible that she'd make an offer, but not with how closely he seems to be attached to the hat. Angela likes weird things. Spike doesn't analyze if that's why she might like him- Mostly, he knows that he likes her. With her warm attitude and familiar accent, he finds her soothing in a motherly way. It's nice, he thinks, to have some sort of person like that in his life, even if he only sees her every couple weeks.

"I can see her gardening in it come summer." He figures that she'll be interested by Cole. Might give them something new to talk about the next time he drops by.
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2016-01-21 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike frowns as Cole starts describing Angela, firstly because he hadn't really given much thought to an older woman working alone and how that might effect her. He could help her, but he's not sure that she'd want the help, especially from him. As much as she tells him that she doesn't mind vampires at all, he has a feeling that she doesn't have the slightest clue about what kind of monster he is.

Secondly, he frowns because he suspects that Cole is embellishing his impressions to try to please him. Sure, he's visited Angela regularly since he discovered her shop, but there's no way that she thinks of him as anything other than a customer. She's personable and kind to everyone, which is a big reason why her shop is still afloat and making money. Her goods are excellent, but she's the reason people show up every week. He shouldn't read into her being kind; that's just how she is.

He stuffs his hands into his coat pockets and nods his head toward the subway entrance up ahead. "So's this what you do back home, tell people's fortunes?"
Edited 2016-01-21 18:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2016-01-26 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not much to fight here." Well, he can think of one thing in particular, but the last time he tried that he got a hand shoved through his ribs for his trouble. He's not up for challenging Lucifer again without a very good idea about how to beat him.

"But I'm always on the look-out for sparring partners." That might be interesting. In fact, the prospect is a little exciting. He did have that offer from the shape-shifter, which he is totally going to take, but this could be a good opportunity too. He might even learn a different fighting technique altogether. He has no idea what to expect from Cole's fighting style, but if he can fight and heal, it seems like he'd be a pretty valuable guy to have around.
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2016-01-27 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Spike smirks back in Cole's direction before he descends the stairs into the subway stop. "You can try to hurt me." He can practically feel Sunshine's disapproval from here after saying that, but he has enough confidence in his abilities that he can fight someone like Cole without getting himself seriously injured.

"I've got knives you can borrow." Actually, he has two on his person right now. "A sword, too. But I know a couple places where you can find some new daggers, if you want 'em." He's a little curious about the Fade, but he figures that it's just what Cole is calling the Rift. The prospect of fighting is a much more interesting topic right now. "You any good in hand to hand combat? Martial arts?"

When he looks up, he sees that the train they need in just pulling in. "Shite. Come on, we gotta hurry. Follow me." He speeds up a little bit as he gets closer to the turnstile, and jumps over it with ease." Once Cole is over too, he grabs at the arm of his jacket and pulls him a little ways, urging him along.

A yell right behind them alerts Spike that there's a policeman on duty. Thankfully, he has an excellent tactic for these situations. He turns his head and lets his face transform into it's more frightening configuration. With his heavy brow drawn down, a little growl is enough to stop the policeman in his tracks long enough for them to slip by.

Spike shoves Cole onto the train and smiles with pointed teeth as the doors close behind them. A moment later, his face has returned to normal.
Edited 2016-01-27 05:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2016-02-21 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Spike laughs when the movement of the train knocks Cole off of his feet, and his expressions settles into a pleased smile as Cole scrambles up to the window. It's fun, being able to introduce something like this to someone's who's never experienced it.

"So no industrial revolution in your universe, then," he says, deadpan.
Edited 2016-02-21 07:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2016-03-01 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
When they arrive at the butcher shop, there's a short line behind the counter, but Angela grins and waves them in. Spike smiles in response and dips his head a fraction in a nod. He points Cole to the bucolic scenes covering the walls. In one, sheep grazing on fields, in another along the back wall, a small collection of houses in the English countryside. "This is where she's from. So you'll have a lot of boring country things to talk about."

"I heard that!" Angela says from behind the counter, then continues wrapping up her last customer's order while talking with the woman about the meal she's planning, offering cooking suggestions and asking happily about the woman's daughter. Spike is content to listen for a while and look up at the murals that Angela painted. He was never much of a country boy. He'd grown up in the city, and then stayed in cities for most of his life, but it's still nice to see a little piece of England hidden away here in New York.

When the bell above the door rings again signaling the woman leaving, Spike turns back around to watch Angela untie her apron and come around to their side of the counter. "Now, what have we here." She grips Spike's arm affectionately and smiles up at him before turning her attention to Cole. When she sees his face beneath the hat, she looks sharply back up at Spike, her smile widening. "You didn't tell me you had a brother! I could have been giving you twice the supply."

"Wh-" Spike looks at Cole. There might be some resemblance, but he doesn't think that it's enough to think Cole is his brother. "Noooo. Not my brother. Never had a brother. This is Cole. He's new to the city."

She gasps and looks between them again. "The resemblance is uncanny, dear. You didn't notice that? That face. Not to mention the affinity for leather."

Spike groans and she laughs. "It's lovely to meet you, Cole."
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[personal profile] erratic_hematic 2016-04-03 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Does he, now." She smiles at Cole once more before heading back behind the counter, grabbing up her apron as she goes. "Well he's in luck. Buffalo today. And goat, I thought we'd give that a try. No more alligator." Spike wrinkles his nose up at the thought, and Angela chuckles. "We've learned to avoid reptiles."

Spike nods, a small smile at his lips. It's nice that she remembers.

Angela turns to Cole next as she ties her apron back up, "Cole, are you hungry at all? I could fix you up a sandwich. Spike will pay for it, won't you dear?"

Spike glares back at her, but there's no malice in it. "If I must," he answers. It's actually good that she'd thought of it. He hadn't considered that Cole might be hungry.
Edited 2016-04-03 06:47 (UTC)