( a. don't go into the light ) [ This feels like the Fade. Or... not. Because he's been in the Fade, it's where he's from, but it was different, then. Still, it feels... close enough. He wonders if this is what it's like for ordinary people when they dream.
Different as it might be, he knows how this works. Even if he didn't, it... feels wrong. It goes against his instincts to ignore voices calling for him, calling for help, but he knows it's fake, false, shouldn't follow.
But other people don't.
So as you follow one of these lights, you'll suddenly be stopped, as a young boy with a very large hat is suddenly next to you. Which is funny... he wasn't just before, was he? ]
Stop. [ His voice is soft, but firm. A warning, not a command. If it takes more than that to snap someone out of the trance, he'll gently put a hand on their arm. ] You shouldn't. It's... not them. Not really.
It's not safe.
( b. no swiping ) [ He doesn't gather anything for himself. What would be the point? He needs nothing here, wants for nothing, and it wouldn't be so different if he was where he should be. But it can help others and that's enough. It's always enough for Cole.
But it's never just people who want.
The creature - the fox-that-isn't-a-fox - catches him off guard the first time. Snatching some food he'd found away and running off with it before he can even process it. The second time he waits for it, wondering if it will happen once more. It does.
The third time is when other people might see it happen. Because this time, Cole is just outright leaving things behind. Which may strike someone as odd, because there sure isn't any kind of trap set up. And, indeed, the slyper appears and rushes off with its prize with no trouble, as Cole just sits nearby, crouched, watching.
He doesn't... seem upset about this turn of events. At all. ]
( c. wildcard ) [ open to anything else you want to do, just hit me up ]
cole | dragon age inquisition
[ This feels like the Fade. Or... not. Because he's been in the Fade, it's where he's from, but it was different, then. Still, it feels... close enough. He wonders if this is what it's like for ordinary people when they dream.
Different as it might be, he knows how this works. Even if he didn't, it... feels wrong. It goes against his instincts to ignore voices calling for him, calling for help, but he knows it's fake, false, shouldn't follow.
But other people don't.
So as you follow one of these lights, you'll suddenly be stopped, as a young boy with a very large hat is suddenly next to you. Which is funny... he wasn't just before, was he? ]
Stop. [ His voice is soft, but firm. A warning, not a command. If it takes more than that to snap someone out of the trance, he'll gently put a hand on their arm. ] You shouldn't. It's... not them. Not really.
It's not safe.
( b.
noswiping )[ He doesn't gather anything for himself. What would be the point? He needs nothing here, wants for nothing, and it wouldn't be so different if he was where he should be. But it can help others and that's enough. It's always enough for Cole.
But it's never just people who want.
The creature - the fox-that-isn't-a-fox - catches him off guard the first time. Snatching some food he'd found away and running off with it before he can even process it. The second time he waits for it, wondering if it will happen once more. It does.
The third time is when other people might see it happen. Because this time, Cole is just outright leaving things behind. Which may strike someone as odd, because there sure isn't any kind of trap set up. And, indeed, the slyper appears and rushes off with its prize with no trouble, as Cole just sits nearby, crouched, watching.
He doesn't... seem upset about this turn of events. At all. ]
( c. wildcard )
[ open to anything else you want to do, just hit me up ]