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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

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J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

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Fenris

[wolfuncaged]

[You step through the door into a dilapidated old mansion. Parts of the ceiling and walls have crumbled, letting in the noise of a people outside, none of it easy to make out, it's just background noise. The décor (or rather, the décor that's still standing) is very grand, very old. Thedosians will recognise it as Tevinter in origin. A few dead and decaying bodies litter the floor. There are chains everywhere, they hang from the ceiling, come out of the walls, like horrible, metal vines, reaching to capture you.

Some doors don't open at all. Some open to only blackness, try to step through them, and you will find your feet giving way. It's as if the room itself was torn away. Occasionally, you may see a glint of a building, the sound of a laugh, but it fades into nothing instantly.

Climb the stairs, and you'll come to the main room. There are various items dotted around the room, all ripe for picking and touching. You don't know yet, of course, but you can only pick two, so choose wisely:

A: Do you chose the massive greatsword leaning against the wall?
B: Do you choose the book, a mighty, dusty tomb, sitting on the bedside table?
C: How about a doll of an elf with red hair, dropped on her face on the floor?
D: Or the bottle of strange, glowing liquid on the windowsill?
E: Maybe the set of dolls on the bookshelf? There's eight of them, all well cared for, except one seems to be missing his head.
F: There's also a strange, disc shaped object glowing and surrounded in metal - something high tech that looks out of place in the otherwise quasi medieval room. As does the comic book beside it. They're on the mantelpiece.
G: Equally out of place is the model of the Tourist, hanging from the ceiling.

Or perhaps you will choose the most obvious thing in the room. A small white wolf, laying on the broken, neglected bed. It stares at you with feral eyes, and between its paws seems to be another doll. It was probably a very fine and expensive doll at one point, but the wolf has clearly been tearing it to pieces, so it's looking a little more sorry for itself. If you want this doll, you have to get around the wolf first.

At least the wolf doesn't seem interested in attacking you while you make your choice. It just sits, watching, waiting.]

*Warnings for abusive situations with the doll the wolf has and the liquid, here.

[child_of_bhaal]

[Chains on the ceiling. They give her a shudder and she hugs herself, pushing away a very bad memory. One that somehow keeps cropping up lately, and that she doesn't have time for. So she moves to get away from those omninous decorations as quickly as possible. She tries a few doors before giving up on them and heading up the stairs. This was better, at least.

She scans the room, walking forward cautiously. There are intriguing trinkets all around, but he attention is completely captured by the one living thing there.

The wolf looks deceptively small for its species. But then, it could be just from a different world than she's familiar with. Being who she is, she approaches it, more curious about the animal itself than what it has pinned in its paws.]

Hello there, fella. What are you doing in here all alone?

[It's just words, voicing her thoughts without expecting a response. It's the tone that matters. She speaks softly, calmly, not wanting him to feel threatened by her presence or approach.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf's ears flatten back as she comes near, and he lets out a low, warning growl. He seems less threatened by her than he is protective of the little doll he's been tearing up. Green eyes, far too bright for a normal wolf watch her cautiously. His warning made, he goes back to chewing up the little doll, pulling it back it giving a little riiiiiiip as an arm comes off. ]

[child_of_bhaal]

[She's not put off by the growl. She understands what he's saying. She knows better than to take something from a canine's mouth, unless it knows and trusts you.

So once she's close enough, she just offers her hand to sniff.]

Don't worry, I'm not going to take your toy. I just want to meet you, if you'll let me.

B

[lord_wizard]

[If it weren't for the bodies, Felix might have been tempted to linger in the entrance interminably. Some of this dilapidated opulence seems faintly familiar, like the forgotten halls of the Mirador, but different enough that he knows this isn't home.

Wandering seems like the only choice, a decision his legs make almost on their own, and he picks his way through the disused halls to the only room that feels particularly alive.

He stars when he sees the wolf, frozen for a long minute in the doorway until it's clear that the animal has no intention of tearing out his throat any time soon that he edges his way inside. His eyes search for clues as to where he's ended up.

It's probably inevitable that the first thing that catches his attention is the tome.]

Good boy...

[He mumbles at the wolf as he makes his way over, fingers smoothing the dust from the cover with careful reverence, looking for a title.]

B

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf gives a brief tail wag in response, going back to chewing the doll. He seems perfectly content with Felix rifling through the things in the room.

The book's title is in a foreign text, and yet, it is perfectly clear to Felix. A Slave's Life by Shartan. As Felix's fingers brush over the cover, the scene begins to change. ]

[The room is the same, though the wolf is gone, as are the myriad of odd items. There's a fire burning in the fireplace, all is quiet. The door of the room opens and a man steps through. Dark haired and dark bearded, his face hard and gruff. Not a friend. Not an enemy either. Hawke. He has the book in his hands, which he offers over to you. ]

"I got you something."

You take it, unsure. You look at the title, but it's just a jumble of illegible symbols.

"I...it's a book."

"This one is quite rare, actually. The book is by Shartan, the elf who helped Andraste free the slaves. You know about him, right?"

You bristle at the tone. Fucking Hawke and his arrogant swagger. As if you don't know anything. Just because you've led a different life to him doesn't mean you're an idiot.

"Of course I know about him. What do you take me for? I certainly didn't learn from books, though. Do you think they teach slaves to read?"

Hawke lets out an annoyed sigh, then offers a flirty smile. You know it's going nowhere. The man takes Anders to his bed every damn night. You're not going near that mess with a ten foot pole.

"It's not too late to learn, Fenris."

It goads you into a reaction, which you're certain the man was aiming for anyway. He likes to press your buttons. You explode with bitter, angry rage.

"Is that what this is? Let's teach the poor slave to read?"

...Judging by Hawke's face, that wasn't actually his plan. And you let out an annoyed 'augh'. How can you find someone so maker-forsaken annoying and yet still not actually want them to come to harm? It's stupid.

"Ignore me. You are not responsible for my deficiencies. I do appreciate your gift. I've always wanted to learn more of Shartan, perhaps this is my chance. "

[And with that, Felix is back in the dream room again, the book still solidly in his hands. The wolf has moved to sit up, watching him, letting out a soft whine. ]

[lord_wizard]

[That answers one of several questions, though the memory leaves him somewhat dazed. He stares down at the tome, a curious frown etching into his features. He recalled Fenris asking about learning to read, meaning that clearly he's changed his mind about how he felt about the skill. Or did it have something to do with the man?

He glanced aside at the wolf. It was the only thing here to speak to, and the longer he was here the more friendly the animal appeared.]

Freed the slaves, hm? It seems to me he may have missed a few.

[Still, it was an interesting piece of history, in multiple senses.

Instead of setting it down, he turned to sit carefully on the edge of the mattress, turned just enough to keep the wolf in view in case it became less hospitable, opening the front cover to scan the contents]

[heresyandlace]

[he takes his time in exploring the musty space--peering in whatever doors he can and toeing at the bodies decorating the floor--before he finally wanders up the stairs and into the main room. he isn't in a hurry. he almost enjoys the atmosphere here.

and once there, he pauses just inside when he spots the wolf. while he hasn't met many animals that are willing to get along with him, he at least tends to find some amount of common ground with predatory creatures.

regardless of whether or not the animal cares, he offers it a smile.]

...Oh. I hope I'm not bothering you.

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf scents the air, but clearly there's something about Tek's smell he doesn't like. His ears pin back and he growls low in his throat, moving into a protective crouch over the doll he's been chewing up. He doesn't seem interested in attacking though. Not yet. ]

[heresyandlace]

[he keeps his posture neutral and nonthreatening, his weight eased lazily back over one foot, and he holds his hands palm-out to the sides in peace.]

I'm not here to upset you. And I'm certainly not going to take what you have there.

...Though, I'm sure there must be someone upset that you're mangling it.

[and, honestly, he can't help but seem a little pleased with the thought. he finds himself hoping that the object is expensive and important to someone, somewhere.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[what a terrible place... he means that very genuinely, thinking it as he steps around chains and tries to ignore the sounds of people chattering outside. he hasn't seen somewhere like this in the real world for a while, but the decaying bodies and doorways to nowhere may as well have been taken from his own dreams.

it isn't until he makes it up the stairs that he finally starts to piece together what's happening. his attention goes to the wolf, first--because how could it not? it's the first living thing he's seen since he got here.

and it has something. Robin wants it, of course. he always wants to jump right into the heart of things, even when he really shouldn't. he stands at the top of the stairs, just... watching the wolf watch him, for a little while.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf, which was happily chewing on the doll catches scent of Robin and changes instantly. He stands on the bed, standing over his prize, ears back, teeth bared. Though he doesn't attack Robin, his snarls and barks make it very clear the man is not welcome here. ]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[unfortunately, Robin doesn't back out. he doesn't even flinch as he's barked at, when he's threatened. something about it bothers him... but at least it gets his thoughts away from the doll and more onto the wolf itself.

all of these items, arranged all nice and pretty for someone to look through... is this someone protective of their things, or someone who just happens to hate him in particular?

he looks around the room again.]

Knock it off. [muttered, more than spoken. the next part's easier to hear:] I don't want to be here either, all right?

[grounds]

[Mansions are another thing to tack on to Octavia's list of never before seen things. Unfortunately, chains from the walls and ceiling as well as corpses littered everywhere have already seen their fair share of usage as decor.

Her jaw drops a fraction as she looks up and around, stepping warily to avoid any squelching or snapping sound that could be associated with the bodies. Climbing the steps is easy enough despite her still present awe. Once she reaches the main room, her demeanor changes.

She's on edge, more guarded this time. Octavia spots the wolf right away, and she stops. Eventually, one step, then another, she makes her way to the side of the room, focus still on the wolf. She slowly sits down on an old cushion, crossing her legs. For a while it's silent, but she's growing tired of that.]

You don't happen to talk or anything crazy like that, right?

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf sniffs the air, and gives an idle wag of his tail in greeting. Inrefsponse to her question, he gives a rough 'wuff'. No, Octavia, the wolf doesn't speak. ]

[mylegacy]

[There's rubble all over the floor; it makes his shoulders tense up and something spider down his spine, and he has to squeeze his eyes tight shut before he can move. Be stronger, better, bigger than this, he chides himself; it's not even real, you know that by now.]

[Still, it's only after a protracted pause that he manages to climb the stairs. By the time he gets to the top he's taking them two at a time to leave the lower floor behind, and he closes the door to the main room behind him a little too loudly.]

[It's only after he catches his breath that he realizes he's in a room with a wolf. Swearing under his breath, he rolls his eyes at the ceiling - really? really? - and crosses over to it, not because he particularly wants the doll, but because if there's going to be a threat he might as well address it immediately.]

Lucky wolf, with a big house like this all to himself.

[His voice positively drips with sarcasm.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf sniffs the air and at least seems to find something familiar in Ceasar's scent. He gives a soft 'wuf' in response, going back to chewing his little doll.

This is the best shithole house ever, man. THE BEST. He's super lucky. ]

Re: Fenris

[mordedura]

[The chains make Santanico on edge as she walks through the place. She has been chained too long in her life to feel comfortable with the. She is careful of this place, of how much it feels like a cage more than a home.

She tries a few doors and they don't seem to lead anywhere. So finally she gives in and heads up the stairs. There she enters the main room. A lot catches her eye but it's the little red headed doll that catches her eye more than anything else.

She makes her way over to pick it up from the floor, unsure of what to expect. Her heart wrenches at the sight of it and she can't say exactly why.]

[wolfuncaged]

[As soon as she picks up the doll the room changes... ]

At first there are just flickers. Shadows of memories, half formed, half found. A laugh, a flash of red hair, feet running on cobblestones. There is a happiness to them, which makes the all consuming feeling of betrayal all the worst when the scene changes once more.

The red headed elf is pressed against a wall, bodies surround her (one looks a little like the doll the wolf has been chewing). She looks terrified, but the main emotion felt from the person who's memory this is is anger. Betrayal, anger, shattered hopes. They all accumulate into a perfect storm.

"I had no choice, Leto," she has her hands up, trying to defend herself from the same fate as those around her.

You voice comes out like the snarl of an animal that's been trapped.

"Stop calling me that!"

She lowers her head, continues speaking.

"He was going to make me his apprentice. I would have been a magister."

"You sold out your own brother to become a magister?"

The anger in you is welling, you would have gone back to THAT life, the one you ran away from, the one you'd escaped from for so long. Your own flesh and blood, just...throwing you back into that.

"Your sister's a mage?" this is from a dirty-blonde haired man, and his voice brings a fresh new wave of hatred to you, Anders can go fuck himself. "You bloody hypocrite. You really are just jealous."

"You have no idea what we went through," the red haired elf speaks again."What I've had to do since mother died. This was my only chance."

"And now you have no chance at all," you reply.

Your skin begins to glow, the lyrium sings its song, you're ready to end her life.

"Please...don't do this," she turns to a bearded man standing nearby. "Please, tell him to stop!"

"Wait, don't kill her," says the man.

"Why not?" you turn, angry at the man, how DARE he butt in now? "She was ready to see me killed! What is she to me other than just one more tool of the magisters?"

"Your sister's as much a victim as you were," he replied.

A dwarf steps forward. Varric. You would always, endlessly listen to Varric.

"Elf...Fenris. I know how hard this is to believe, but this is the last thing you want to do. "

You hesitate, your fingers twitch, and the lyrium dies. He glare at the woman that was your sister, feel the pull again of lost opportunity, the chance to reclaim something of your shattered, broken life.

"Get out."

She runs, then turns to say something, but the memory is already fading.

[And once again they are in the room. The wolf has got up from his seat and is growling agitatedly. ]

[redactions]

[ This place is silent. The chains don't clink, his feet make no noise as he moves through the house. It is dark, and old, and too quiet. It's too empty, and on instinct he starts to move in zigzags, crouched low, finding his way up the stairs into the room. Deliberately avoiding any of the windows. His attention flicks over each item in turn. Then, Jim eyes the wolf, and rotates his palms so they are both open, and facing it. ]

Hey, there. Not here to cause trouble.

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf scents the air, growls uneasily, but remains where he sits, he eyes Jim cautiously for a moment, before going back to chewing his doll. He's decided there's not immediate threat...yet. ]

[thatwhichyields]

[It looks like the aftermath of war, left untreated.

Phedre ghosts over the floor, delicate steps barely making a sound, and her skirts rustling quietly around her ankles.

She does her best not to disturb, looking over items with a careful eye. This was as much a dream as her other experiences, laden with the feeling that she was meant to do this - even if she hadn't ever been there before.

She can't resist the book, however. Unknown and yet alike some of the rarer items she had run across in her life.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf actually wags his tail a little when she enters. She's apparently welcome here. The book's title is in a foreign text, and yet, it is perfectly clear to Felix. A Slave's Life by Shartan. As Phedre's fingers brush over the cover, the scene begins to change. ]

The room is the same, though the wolf is gone, as are the myriad of odd items. There's a fire burning in the fireplace, all is quiet. The door of the room opens and a man steps through. Dark haired and dark bearded, his face hard and gruff. Not a friend. Not an enemy either. Hawke. He has the book in his hands, which he offers over to you.

"I got you something."

You take it, unsure. You look at the title, but it's just a jumble of illegible symbols.

"I...it's a book," you say.

"This one is quite rare, actually. The book is by Shartan, the elf who helped Andraste free the slaves. You know about him, right?"

You bristle at the tone. Fucking Hawke and his arrogant swagger. As if you don't know anything. Just because you've led a different life to him doesn't mean you're an idiot.

"Of course I know about him. What do you take me for?" you huff. "I certainly didn't learn from books, though. Do you think they teach slaves to read?"

Hawke lets out an annoyed sigh, then offers a flirty smile. You know it's going nowhere. The man takes Anders to his bed every damn night. You're not going near that mess with a ten foot pole.

"It's not too late to learn, Fenris."

It goads you into a reaction, which you're certain the man was aiming for anyway. He likes to press your buttons. You explode with bitter, angry rage.

"Is that what this is? Let's teach the poor slave to read?"

...Judging by Hawke's face, that wasn't actually his plan. And you let out an annoyed 'augh'. How can you find someone so maker-forsaken annoying and yet still not actually want them to come to harm? It's stupid.

"Ignore me. You are not responsible for my deficiencies. I do appreciate your gift. I've always wanted to learn more of Shartan, perhaps this is my chance. "

[The memory ends, and she's back in the room. The wolf is watching her, tail wagging a little. ]

late with starbucks hello

[princessia]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[ Elize calls out, frightened.

She slowly wanders through the mansion, on high alert. It's until she stumbles over one of the decaying bodies, she lets out scream and bolts up the stairway. Her sprint up the steps eventually leads her to the main room. She would have continued running, if she hadn't noticed the wolf on the bed.

Instead, she freezes up and clasps her hands over her mouth as though to stop herself from screaming again or hide her loud gasping for breath. She stares intently at the wolf, checking to see if it's hostile. And if she needs to start running again. ]

well hello there!

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf scents the air, recognises her and gets off the bed. He pads over, stopping a little distance away, before sitting down, his tail wagging slowly. He makes a soft whining sound. He's totally and utterly safe. ]