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[closerift]

" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

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text (because he is practicing)

[theresolve]

Inquisitor, when you have seen the missive just posted by Hope please return correspondence as soon as you are able, I would request time to discuss our next course of action when you are available to do so.

[He doesn't begin or sign his texts but he still types them out like he's writing a note sent by raven.]

text; 1/2

[closerift]

I have seen it. We should speak in person if you can. Soon.
I still do not trust them but it seems he will act regardless of what we think.

[closerift]

Please reply if you received my message.

text.

[smited]

[ by the fourth, cullen is steaming. it's not even about her leaving the house without a note, really, but it's an easy thing to pin his anger on. so when he comes home from a walk with pup to find her gone again with nothing to point to where she went, he texts her. ]

I never thought you were this petty.

text.

[closerift]

[ The truth is, she isn't this petty. They both know it... usually. Right now, though, the almost virus-like sense of irritation that's made itself at home inside her is justified; she'd gotten what she wanted. There was no note, no word of where she'd gone. He's annoyed.

It doesn't feel good; the feeling twists around in her stomach in deep, dark, negative bitterness. ]

I've always said you think too much of me.

text

[unitas]

[ Sharon da Silva can't breathe. There's air in the coffin, and it enters her lungs and circulates through her, but she can't breathe. In the panic, she instinctively dials her father's number, and then his last one, and then the one before that but there's no dial tone or ring, no sign that he'll ever be able to find her.

She can't breathe.

Finally, she opens her contact list. She's not home, dad can't find her, but maybe... ]

im in a coffin. are you? [ It's too much, and she can't go through this alone. ]

text

[closerift]

[ Sharon, too, then. Icy fear clutches again at her heart and she hastens to respond, trying to keep from making too many mistakes in a form of communication that's still mostly beyond her abilities. ]

Sharon,

No. I am still above ground. Everyone is looking and working to uncover the lost. You have my word that you will be rescued.

Please try and conserve air. I can speak to you if you would like.

text;

[hotspurred]

You are the Inquisitor, are you not? If you will pardon the intrusion, I wished to inquire after Dorian.

[There is... only one thing Dorian's phone simply not existing any more could mean, but somehow it does not seem quite real without confirmation. Henry wonders if this is cruel. Yet it is too private a matter for the network, and Henry remembers Dorian drinking his whiskey in his apartment, desolate over having to mercy kill this woman. If anyone would know for certain--]

text;

[closerift]

I am the Inquisitor. What has Dorian gotten into this time?

[ If she knew that he'd vanished-- but, they don't keep track of all their comings and goings, and Dorian spends a lot of time in the library. If she knew, she wouldn't employ levity. ]

[whichend]

[ Arya hasn't been catching the fireflies -- sometimes she sits among them, but she doesn't want to carry them around with her and watch them drop dead in some jar. But she figures Cecily might have use for the jars, so she decides to pay a visit, at last. Cecily has told her multiple times that Arya can visit, but Arya hasn't been able to work up the courage until now. She doesn't want to intrude, believe it or not.

With a deep breath, she knocks on the door ]

[closerift]

[ Not long after, the Inquisitor arrives, blinking curiously at first, and then smiling. ]

I wasn't sure you'd ever come to visit. [ She says, looking surprised, by pleased. Cecily quickly moves aside to let the girl pass, should she choose to. ] Have you been out with all the bugs? I'm of a mind that they'll start... I don't know, exploding when we least expect it, so I've not been gathering them.

[ It doesn't seem that Arya has, either. ]

forward dated to the afternoon of 6/9. 1/god only knows right now.

[smited]

Cecily, you've been gone all day, is everything alright?

fifteen minutes later.

[smited]

You've been gone since before I woke up. That's not like you.

voice | late the 14th

[unitas]

[ It's taken weeks of consideration, weeks of constant pulling at the darkness in her heart that she dares call her abilities to come to this point, but it's here. It's time. She's done waiting for an opening to strike back, done waiting for the next round of hurt, done waiting for the next round of (occasionally) innocent people to be destroyed by the hands of gods.

There is something she can do, and she has to do it, no matter the consequences. ]

Cecily... [ How does she even start? How does she explain to one of her only friends that she's about to open up something potentially dangerous, and deadly to them all? All for the sake of fighting back, of not giving in.

All for the sake of selfishness. ] I'm about to do something, and... I want you to know before it happens, to be prepared.

voice

[closerift]

[ Well. That's concerning, to say the least. ]

Sharon-- What? [ No, hang on-- ] What are you about to do? You can't just say that and run off!

[ Even though it's absolutely something Cecily herself might (would) do....... ]

Are you all right? What can I do?

text

[unitas]

Hey, wanna go get a couple of drinks with me? [ the last several weeks have been unkind, and she would very much like to drink them away with a friend. ]

text

[closerift]

I absolutely do.
Now?

paper note.

[bheidh]

( She leaves the note because it's easier, safer than the network. They both had their agreed disputes with it, and this is something that Leliana wants no one else to read. Not that there's anything in the note itself )

Thank you.

-L

( For her help before Leliana had died, and for the clothes - not that she knows that part )

Nov 28th | Text

[unitas]

How did you know when you liked Cullen as more than just a friend? [ Feelings, please explain these terrible things to her. Thank you. ]

[closerift]

The warm tingling was in my heart and not just between my legs.

voice;

[hotspurred]

I have the time, if you remain willing to share your tales.

voice;

[closerift]

Your wish is my command. Where?

( text )

[chantes]

I'm going to Fear's temple.

-L

( You can't stop her but you could come with her )

( text )

[closerift]

[ !!! ]

Why, exactly?

voice; private

[claritatis]

You may be in danger, Cecily. [There's an urgency in his voice but a coldness, too. He isn't happy that he has to make these warnings to people he has come to see as friends.]

The Null are offering a weapon to kill Hope in return for the murder of a select group of people... which is doubtlessly growing less so as time passes. Your name was one of the first. Please take care.

voice; private

[closerift]

[ "You may be in danger" doesn't have her bat an eye, but the rest... ]

Sorry, did you say the Null have got me on a list of who to kill in order to get to Hope?

[ That's. A new one. ]

Andraste's tits, I'm not even sure what I did this time to piss them off.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

So, uh. Did you hear about the hit list that was put out? Your name's on it, and probably now mine.

[Barkspawn whines in the background.]

[Voice]

[closerift]

I was made aware that I've crossed the wrong electronic psychopaths, yes.

[ sIGH ]

Well, I hope you aren't in the line of fire. You've only just met them, and it'd be rude of the Null to judge you so soon.

[Voice]

[paragonbrosca]

I know I just moved in, but would be be alright to have a friend stay over with us, at least for a while? She doesn't want to be alone, so it might be good for her to have people and dogs around.

[Voice]

[closerift]

Of course. Is she all right?

[ They have the space, so why not? ]

Audio | 10th

[coheres]

[ The call comes in from an UNKNOWN number but the voice on the other end is one quite familiar. There's a hint of toughness to her voice, along with exhaustion, but there's no doubt it's Sharon da Silva. ]

Did I miss much?

[closerift]

[ omfg missy you are in BIG TROUBLE ]

I'm sorry, who is this?

backdated to 12/24; a paper left on her apartment door

[pocketspa]

[However Cecily manages to find it, a paper has been left tacked to her door the day of the 24th, a scribbled message on it with a drawing of a bush and a candle on top. The whole thing manages to glow slightly and smell like wassail, though how it's doing that makes no logical sense. The text upon it is loopy and sloppy, and reads:]

You're Invited!

What: It's Candlenights, baby!
When: Tomorrow
Where: Horny House (y'know, Lup and Taako's place)
Details: Wear pants, bring gifts, prepare to lose both

We know you're not doing anything better with your time! You better be there!

[It looks inviting enough- or so the twins thought. But the party is real, and they hope she'll attend.]

text

[madamdirector]

Dear Ms. Trevelyan,

Good afternoon. My name is Lucretia. I am a writer and historian, and I was pointed your way by a mutual acquaintance, Alphys.

I've been looking into compiling a comprehensive history of Hadriel, both to help new arrivals get their bearings and perhaps even give us some insight into what we might be able to do to affect things regarding the Null and our own presence here. I had been inquiring after the contents of the library before they were destroyed, and Alphys mentioned your extended stay here. If it's not too much trouble, I would love to sit down with you and get a firsthand account of your time in Hadriel, as well as anything you might have learned of its history before your arrival. I'm sure youv'e seen a lot - I believe that having this information documented will only benefit all of us.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

Lucretia

text

[closerift]

Alphys has helped me a great deal. I would be wrong not to pass that goodwill on.

Can we speak in person? I am admittedly slow with these devices' text messages, even after all this time.

Happy to come to you if that is more convenient.