i. Into the Endless; We will die. [ It's said in a perfectly calm manner, like he's talking about the weather as he approaches the chasm. Cole is dressed in raggedy leathers, an obscenely wide hat covering his gaunt face from the snow. His hands press together, bare save for a cloth wrap but unbothered by the cold even as steady puffs of air are visible as he draws breath. He studies the large hole, looking down at it before his head cants up and over, lips pulled taught for the briefest of moments.
He can't feel anything. It bothers him. He senses only dread only fear, only hurt, only pain, but he's not sure who (or what) is causing it. The other side, perhaps? His hand cants to the side again, wringing his fingers. ]
I don't like it. It's loud, here. [ Cole's words are vague, meaning mired in whatever's twisting in his head. He can't quite figure out if he wants to go back on the path or not. ]
ii. Bodies without souls; [ Cole knows why people like books, sort of--he knows they're stories, he knows they're a way to learn or escape, but he's never fully understood why. Varric likes stories and tells them to him, and Cole likes them, sure, but he still doesn't quite understand them. The book shop had seemed the most familiar thing in an unfamiliar village, where everything looks far different than anything he's seen before.
There's a small pile of tomes on the floor, proof that he's been rooting around, but currently he's hunched by the safe. He's a strange figure, average height but much too thin. Nimble hands work the dial, confusion on his hard to see face. ]
I can't get it open.
[ He doesn't know how. He normally knows how. That makes him feel something, something he can't quite understand. It's a frustrating gnawing at his stomach. ]
Why can't I get this to open?
iii. The End Approaches; [ The grime and dust in the town hall don't bother him at all, staring at the piece of paper. 'He is coming,' it reads, and Cole blinks at it, bringing a hand up to touch the ink like it will mysteriously tell him something before he lowers his hand. He doesn't know who "he" is.
If "he's" coming, though, maybe Cole should wait.
Cole can't disappear like he used to, even if he can hide in the shadows well--but he doesn't try to. Instead, he sits on the reception desk by the bulletin board, tapping his heels and letting them clunk on the side of it. The first person who walks in will be met with Cole standing up, walking expectantly towards them, waiting, face obscured by the hair in his eyes and the wide brim of his hat. Staring. Expectant. ]
iv. wildcard; [ Feel free to dm me or come up with your own scenario! Cole is from the end of the game but before the Trespasser DLC. ]
Cole | Dragon Age Inquisition
We will die. [ It's said in a perfectly calm manner, like he's talking about the weather as he approaches the chasm. Cole is dressed in raggedy leathers, an obscenely wide hat covering his gaunt face from the snow. His hands press together, bare save for a cloth wrap but unbothered by the cold even as steady puffs of air are visible as he draws breath. He studies the large hole, looking down at it before his head cants up and over, lips pulled taught for the briefest of moments.
He can't feel anything. It bothers him. He senses only dread only fear, only hurt, only pain, but he's not sure who (or what) is causing it. The other side, perhaps? His hand cants to the side again, wringing his fingers. ]
I don't like it. It's loud, here. [ Cole's words are vague, meaning mired in whatever's twisting in his head. He can't quite figure out if he wants to go back on the path or not. ]
ii. Bodies without souls;
[ Cole knows why people like books, sort of--he knows they're stories, he knows they're a way to learn or escape, but he's never fully understood why. Varric likes stories and tells them to him, and Cole likes them, sure, but he still doesn't quite understand them. The book shop had seemed the most familiar thing in an unfamiliar village, where everything looks far different than anything he's seen before.
There's a small pile of tomes on the floor, proof that he's been rooting around, but currently he's hunched by the safe. He's a strange figure, average height but much too thin. Nimble hands work the dial, confusion on his hard to see face. ]
I can't get it open.
[ He doesn't know how. He normally knows how. That makes him feel something, something he can't quite understand. It's a frustrating gnawing at his stomach. ]
Why can't I get this to open?
iii. The End Approaches;
[ The grime and dust in the town hall don't bother him at all, staring at the piece of paper. 'He is coming,' it reads, and Cole blinks at it, bringing a hand up to touch the ink like it will mysteriously tell him something before he lowers his hand. He doesn't know who "he" is.
If "he's" coming, though, maybe Cole should wait.
Cole can't disappear like he used to, even if he can hide in the shadows well--but he doesn't try to. Instead, he sits on the reception desk by the bulletin board, tapping his heels and letting them clunk on the side of it. The first person who walks in will be met with Cole standing up, walking expectantly towards them, waiting, face obscured by the hair in his eyes and the wide brim of his hat. Staring. Expectant. ]
iv. wildcard;
[ Feel free to dm me or come up with your own scenario! Cole is from the end of the game but before the Trespasser DLC. ]