[ CT wakes with a start, the ground shaking beneath her, and for a moment she thinks the ship's under attack, or that they've just come out of slipspace, before she remembers - there is no ship anymore. She turns her head, instinctively reaching out for Varric, only to find that this is no more Kirkwall than it is the Mother of Invention. She's outside, she's alone, and -
Wearing her armor?
CT gets to her feet, nearly losing her footing as another tremor rocks the earth. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Wherever this is, whatever's going on, she has to get out of here. But first, she has to find - ]
Varric?
[ He has to be here. Somewhere. And she's not going anywhere without him. ]
Monsun, eastern half
[ Later - much later - CT's finally been persuaded to give up her search and leave Ziziphus. She's still not ready to embrace her new home, though. The ground on Monsun isn't moving, at least, which means she can sit on a rock and catch her breath without fear of crashing into the sea.
Unfortunately, she's found what may be the worst possible place to take a breather. As she sits in the cool light of the forest, utterly incapable of appreciating its beauty, she sinks deeper and deeper into her own thoughts and emotions.
Anger. Guilt. Fear. Paranoia. Despair.
This isn't a dream. It's real, and either Varric came with her and is now a corpse at the bottom of the ocean, or he never arrived at all. Either way, she'll never see him again. She's been kidnapped, again, and those bastards, just when she was finally happy, they probably did this on purpose, waited for the perfect moment to rip it all away. It's her fault, probably. She didn't appreciate anything enough. She should have told Varric more often how she felt about him. She should have done something. And now, it's too late. He's dead or gone and she's here forever, to kill or be killed or whatever the assholes running this place have decided they want to do with her. ]
CT
[ CT wakes with a start, the ground shaking beneath her, and for a moment she thinks the ship's under attack, or that they've just come out of slipspace, before she remembers - there is no ship anymore. She turns her head, instinctively reaching out for Varric, only to find that this is no more Kirkwall than it is the Mother of Invention. She's outside, she's alone, and -
Wearing her armor?
CT gets to her feet, nearly losing her footing as another tremor rocks the earth. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Wherever this is, whatever's going on, she has to get out of here. But first, she has to find - ]
Varric?
[ He has to be here. Somewhere. And she's not going anywhere without him. ]
Monsun, eastern half
[ Later - much later - CT's finally been persuaded to give up her search and leave Ziziphus. She's still not ready to embrace her new home, though. The ground on Monsun isn't moving, at least, which means she can sit on a rock and catch her breath without fear of crashing into the sea.
Unfortunately, she's found what may be the worst possible place to take a breather. As she sits in the cool light of the forest, utterly incapable of appreciating its beauty, she sinks deeper and deeper into her own thoughts and emotions.
Anger. Guilt. Fear. Paranoia. Despair.
This isn't a dream. It's real, and either Varric came with her and is now a corpse at the bottom of the ocean, or he never arrived at all. Either way, she'll never see him again. She's been kidnapped, again, and those bastards, just when she was finally happy, they probably did this on purpose, waited for the perfect moment to rip it all away. It's her fault, probably. She didn't appreciate anything enough. She should have told Varric more often how she felt about him. She should have done something. And now, it's too late. He's dead or gone and she's here forever, to kill or be killed or whatever the assholes running this place have decided they want to do with her. ]