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[slaveking]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Marcel Gerard
RECIPIENT: Public; any and all interested
WHAT: A Rifter would like to futilely inquire as to the incomprehensible physics of Rifting and seek actually unavailable instruction w.r.t. how to get the Hell back home, please and thanks.
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Maybe P3-13 for language? If somebody gets emotional!

Good morning, Thedas.

[By now, the name of the world sounds comfortable enough in his mouth, but his accent is likely remains somewhat Other, cutting the consonants of his deep voice.] My name is Marcel Gerard. In the world I come from, magic is a secret pretty well-hidden from humans, and the full strength of abominations waits every month on the full moon. [Sorry, werewolves. Somebody hates you.] We also have horseless carriages, ballet, instant coffee, and the Internet. The world is called New Orleans. If you know what any of that means, we should talk.

And if you don't, you might be just the person to help me get home. You got thoughts on how to prolapse a Rift? I want to hear 'em. Talk to me.

Comments

[heightens]

[ technically you're not really all that much older than her, marcel, she's not a kid.

except she really, really is. ] I guess history's a bad way to put it... The culture, maybe? The food and the jazz and... all that stuff. I don't actually know a lot about New Orleans other than that.

I bet he'd stop being preoccupied real quick if I showed up. He was obsessed with me. [ because she was human and he needed her blood to make more hybrids, but still. elena's not taking any chances with being within one hundred miles of klaus. even so... it'd be cool to see new orleans with someone who was there to see it become what it is. ] If he ever leaves for a weekend, maybe I'll stop by.

[ a pause, and then elena sighs. ] This is all moot if we can't figure out how to go back through the rifts, though.

[slaveking]

Damn right.

[His frustration is audible and mirrors her own, but Marcel defaults easily to public faces as easily as he ascertains the separation between secret and public spheres in New Orleans.] Do you remember much about magic back home? I'm hoping some of the principles apply. I've seen a lot of things, but those Rifts are powerful. If we could find someone to channel the energy of those--

[Which is only maybe a dozen generations of superlative witchcraft, creating and refining spells. That's not as long to a vampire, but still a long shot. He might be hoping she doesn't know much about witches, despite her ring.]