( as it is, Daithi already appears costumed for a certain holiday (or convention). the classic wizard's hat he sets on his head, however, is rather incongruous with the nutcrackeresque uniform and plate armor. one sleeve, folded as best one can manage, is somewhat tattered and bloody.

an end on the more gruesome side of things, that much is certain.

Daithi crouches, rummaging through the shipment and lifting one of the costumes from the pile, a strap or sleeve of some sort across two fingers. the fabric is bright — as much as one can tell in the dark — and terribly thin. unsuitable for autumn in Daithi's opinion, even in the middle of the season. )

Is this how people dress in Beacon? ( he returns the costume to the crate. )

( Daithi has seen a myriad of strange things in his life.

in fact, his life — what was once his life, he supposes, the thought leaves him hollow — only seems to be a series of strange events and sightings. all the same, he recoils when countless hands thrust into his vision: gone as quick as they came.

he pauses, glancing here and there in the dark of Beacon, then... slow, poised like a cat to leap to (or from) action, he approaches the building in question. nothing reveals itself round the corner, or the adjacent side, but that only prompts Daithi to inspect closer, feeling the wall, peering into the window.

A. | ...finding it occupied although not with a sea of hands or any monstrosity that might have need of so many.

no, only a fellow resident, now justifiably offended.

Daithi straightens, slow as his initial approach, stiff with a new and particular horror. he steps a pace or two from the window. in his experience, saying nothing is the safest option (although he's certainly willing to apologize and answer for himself when the offended party allows).

B. | ...finding nothing there as well.

"what are you doing?"

Daithi startles, turning in an instant. he clicks his tongue in place of an "uh," shifts his weight as he gathers himself. gesturing — unconsciously to the building behind him — ) There are spirits in this area. ( ... ) Aren't there? Any known to be dangerous?

( ooc | aka choose ur own adventure!

Daithi is visibly elfy (and 5'4" depending on the brand of elf ur character is accustom to) and an amputee, lacking his left forearm; the latter is new to him. he is, also, hopelessly tech ignorant. so feel free to use the obvious to start something else off.

he can be found near anywhere for the sake of exploration, although he is most likely to frequent the Invincible and drunkenly consult the log book; meditate in the church; or go out his way to poke around the armory. assumed acquaintanceship is a ok for any thread. Daithi would introduce himself as "Lavellan." )