[Cole has maintained a level of calm through his attempts to navigate this place and determine his reason for being here. It's strange and unusual in a sense, yes, but he was sure that he was here for a specific reason. One that was made hard to find by how quiet everything was, but whoever needed his help had to be here somewhere.]
[Except it turns out he wasn't the only one pulled here, and these other people are normal people, confused and lost. And this place shares so many characteristics of the Fade, yet he can't hear any part of it- and that's just it. What if it's not that it's quiet, but that he has lost the ability to hear?]
[He's been through The Heavenly Blanc Bar & Cafe before, occasionally pulled into conversations but mostly keeping to himself, just people watching. Now, he huddles close to the jukebox, back pressed into the corner formed by where it's pushed up against the wall, as if trying to make make himself invisible. But everyone can see him now. They can see him, but he can't tell what they're thinking, what they're feeling. They look at him and he doesn't understand. He doesn't know how to help any of them. His mind is so silent, dull and dormant.]
[Is this the Fade? Has he somehow slipped back without even realizing it? Is this all some illusion, keeping him bound and powerless? Or-]
No, no, that can't be, I can't be, I c-can't be like this-
[He mutters in quiet distress, shoulders hunching and hands gripping tightly at his sleeves. The jukebox beside him flickers to life, abruptly playing some jumbled tune that may resemble some song you know but there's another sound beneath it, indescribable and ethereal. And just like that, he begins to relax, breathing out a half-relieved sigh.]
Oh...
2. The Library
[Books hold little interest for Cole. Still, it's a place that wasn't here before, so he should at least look through it in case there are any more answers to be found. Though he's hoping to find a person who has says answers, or something to that effect. He doesn't touch a single book as he wanders the various if unvaried rooms. The endless repetition of one room, repeated again and again as if the world doesn't understand enough shapes to make them different, once again reminds him of what he recalls of the Fade. But if this is like the Fade, then whose will is affecting this place, making it change?]
[He doesn't go very far into the basement. The windowless, dirty stone walls and doors that lock only from the outside are nostalgic and discomfiting, and not in equal measure. He doesn't want to look down here.]
[He goes back up and heads into the tavern-like space, and whether it was like that to start or some other visitor left it behind, a copy of Drinks lies open on one of the wooden tables. He happens to glance down as he passes by, and he pauses, looking over a few lines.]
Cole | Dragon Age: Inquisition
[Cole has maintained a level of calm through his attempts to navigate this place and determine his reason for being here. It's strange and unusual in a sense, yes, but he was sure that he was here for a specific reason. One that was made hard to find by how quiet everything was, but whoever needed his help had to be here somewhere.]
[Except it turns out he wasn't the only one pulled here, and these other people are normal people, confused and lost. And this place shares so many characteristics of the Fade, yet he can't hear any part of it- and that's just it. What if it's not that it's quiet, but that he has lost the ability to hear?]
[He's been through The Heavenly Blanc Bar & Cafe before, occasionally pulled into conversations but mostly keeping to himself, just people watching. Now, he huddles close to the jukebox, back pressed into the corner formed by where it's pushed up against the wall, as if trying to make make himself invisible. But everyone can see him now. They can see him, but he can't tell what they're thinking, what they're feeling. They look at him and he doesn't understand. He doesn't know how to help any of them. His mind is so silent, dull and dormant.]
[Is this the Fade? Has he somehow slipped back without even realizing it? Is this all some illusion, keeping him bound and powerless? Or-]
No, no, that can't be, I can't be, I c-can't be like this-
[He mutters in quiet distress, shoulders hunching and hands gripping tightly at his sleeves. The jukebox beside him flickers to life, abruptly playing some jumbled tune that may resemble some song you know but there's another sound beneath it, indescribable and ethereal. And just like that, he begins to relax, breathing out a half-relieved sigh.]
Oh...
2. The Library
[Books hold little interest for Cole. Still, it's a place that wasn't here before, so he should at least look through it in case there are any more answers to be found. Though he's hoping to find a person who has says answers, or something to that effect. He doesn't touch a single book as he wanders the various if unvaried rooms. The endless repetition of one room, repeated again and again as if the world doesn't understand enough shapes to make them different, once again reminds him of what he recalls of the Fade. But if this is like the Fade, then whose will is affecting this place, making it change?]
[He doesn't go very far into the basement. The windowless, dirty stone walls and doors that lock only from the outside are nostalgic and discomfiting, and not in equal measure. He doesn't want to look down here.]
[He goes back up and heads into the tavern-like space, and whether it was like that to start or some other visitor left it behind, a copy of Drinks lies open on one of the wooden tables. He happens to glance down as he passes by, and he pauses, looking over a few lines.]
[No, not just looking. Reading. Understanding.]
...Oh. I didn't know I could do that.
3. Wildcard
[Follow your heart!!]