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Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: Fleetwide (accidentally)
Action: Wonderduck
When: After the Shuffle

[WONDERDUCK]

Cyril's welcome to the Fleet was wrought with the despair of losing a planet and the people left on it. He can tell that things are tense even though he's new. This means that he needs to deal with the sudden appearance of information in his mind while also navigating the grief of others. It's a very strange welcome for many reasons.

He isn't sure what he thinks of this place. There's so much he has to take in right away. He has to deal with learning about space travel, different worlds, and technology so far outside of anything that could be found on Thedas. He's impossibly curious about it all, but because of the lingering feeling around the Fleet he isn't sure if now is the time to ask questions.

Instead, he focuses on getting settled. When he was brought here he had on the clothes he wore around High Town, a nice tunic and pants - as well as a prosthetic that was a hand carved out of polished wood rather than any of his functioning ones. He'd have to see about rebuilding something that would be of use when he was piloting. The fake hand was very well crafted and designed to put people at ease, but it didn't let him grip anything easily. However, that could come later - along with all of his questions.

[VIDEO]

[Cyril doesn't seem to realize that he's accidentally started a broadcast. He is closed up in his new room and he had meant to try to get his Sending Crystal to work, but instead it is useless in his hand. The Fleet, however, seems to think that this means he's okay with his message being brought to people here instead. After all, the person he's trying to contact is one of them - even if not in the way that Cyril thinks.]

I don't think this is working, but just in case -- [He turns the crystal over in his hand, examining it as if he can will it to start working. He's alone in this room so he has removed the fake arm, comfortable without the weight of it when he thinks he doesn't have people around to gawk at him for missing a limb.] Just in case you can hear me...

I'm well. I'm in one piece - well, excepting the part we already knew was missing. [It's a joke, and he manages to make his voice casual and even smile a bit as he says it.] Please don't worry, my friend. I'll find a way back home.

I'm surrounded by friendly people. Including.... an enchanted clock? I wish you were here. It would be fun to disparage the character of a mage who puts a man's consciousness into a clock.

[Another joke, and another pause.] Please don't leave Tevinter. What you are Maevaris are doing is vital. If you can hear me, get a message to Leliana instead and know that I'm well and working on returning...

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What are you talking about? What is happening in Tevinter?

[He hasn't heard about his homeland for a longass time. Everything seems to be happening South. He was kind of hoping the hole in the sky ate the place alive, but there you go. If wishes were horses. ]

[Cyril has figured out by now that his crystal conversation wasn't private, but he still regards this new questions with a bit of wariness. That is, until he notices the person is an elf with white hair and strange markings. He's read Tale of the Champion enough times and spoken with Varric repeatedly about his friends to put it together who he might be speaking with, but there is no way to be sure without confirmation.]

That isn't a question I'd want to answer in public back home, and I'm not entirely sure of who is here to answer it in a place where apparently everyone can overhear.

But I would be willing to discuss it with you privately. Provided you are who I think you are.

[Fenris doesn't look all that amused- not that he ever does, mind. ]

I don't think I want to be alone with anyone who is supporting Tevinter, regardless of who you think I am.

I don't support Tevinter. Not as they are now.

[After a moment.] That's why I want to be careful. If there was anyone here who could take information back home and pass it to the Archon, for example. That would be very bad.

There is no one here who would do that. Until recently, there were only three of us from Thedas at all.

[So distrustful, so spiky. ]

Why are you trying to contact them. No one will remember anything when they return, even if they wanted to spread word.

Is that certain? [He doesn't mind the spikiness, but his voice is carefully neutral.]

I was attempting to contact Dorian, because he is the one who gave me the sending crystal. I was worried that there would be those back home who would notice I was gone.

Apparently that worry was founded?

Yes.

[Dorian. Hm. The one with the moustache. He was Tevinter, then. Fenris makes a mental note of that, to be more guarded. ]

No one will notice you are gone from home, no. It will be as if you had not left at all.

I'm not sure if that's comforting or not.

[Then, after a moment, because there's apparently no consequence to talking about it.] I suppose there's no harm in talking about it then.

Tevinter is in the middle of political upheaval. There are those who are working to tear down the established political order and put an end to the corruption. The revelation of how many of their people happily joined the Venatori gave them an opening, and they intend to keep the momentum going.

[Fenris listens, expression hard. He doesn't have much faith in Tevinter getting any better.
It's a doomed place- better razed to the ground than anything else.]

I doubt they will get much luck. Tevinter has been a corrupted mess for an eternity. those in power will not concede to change so easily. It is far more productive for them to shake their heads, pretend the Venatori were a rogue group- and what a shame it was they turned out that way- and then they will continue as normal. I would not hold your breath for positive change.

[Still, at least that places the elf in a timeline. The future for Fenris, but still. ]

You are with the Inquisition, then?

[Honestly, there is a part of Cyril that can't help but agree with everything that Fernis says. He wants to believe in Dorian and the cause that his friend is fighting for, but there's nothing that he has seen to make him believe it might work long term. This is a conversation and perspective Cyril would very much like to have, eventually, but he's too raw right now to engage in the topic fully. There too many ways it could go poorly and he already is feeling awkward and miserable for having his desperate desire to reach out to a friend heard by so many strangers.

Maybe some other time, when he's not in the middle of processing arriving here and everything else that came with that, and then only if Fenris ever wants to talk about this again and basically too many other what-ifs to think about right now. He regrets bringing it up and not instantly backing down. Honestly, he had probably let the idea of speaking to one of the people in Varric's book get the better of him.

You'd think he would have gotten over the whole 'star struck' nonsense first with Varric and then with Hawke, but Fenris is an elf that was written about and portrayed sympathetically in an extremely popular book and that means something even if Cyril can't acculturate what it means exactly. Later, he'll probably wonder if people think the same thing about him.

Thankfully, the question Fenris asks gives him an out.]

I was. For a time. [His tone is so carefully controlled, even his expression is crafted to be thoughtful and calming - completely ignoring the too many conflicting emotions battling for attention in his mind. He wants to leave a good impression and he already fears the damage is done here.]

Until I lost my arm. Then Varric set me up with a title and a nice estate in Kirkwall. He gave a few of the nobles a heart attack, but honestly that's what they get for making him Vicount.

[Bringing up Varric is probably a cheap way to gauge if Fenris actually is Fenris or not, but it also opens the path to get the topic away from Tevinter, his place in the Inquisition, and everything else that just feels Too Exhausting right now.]

[Of course, Fenris is aware Varric wrote about him - hell, he HAS a copy of the Tale of the Champion that Varric left behind. He's just never really thought he himself would make that much of an impact on anyone. He doesn't really have the heroic qualities Varric tends to bestow on people like Hawke and Aveline.

It probably doesn't help that he doesn't see himself as much of an elf. Much less an elf other elves would look up to- Maker forbid.]

You're...an Inquisitor. [He remembers JOve, and for a second, a smile flits across his face in remembrance. He liked her. ]

Ah yes. The nobles of Hightown do not approve of elves in their general vicinity. All the more reason to be seen around them.

[Not that Fenris did that, Varric was right in calling him a ghost. He kept out of everyone's way. ]

An Inquisitor? Have there been many others?

[Cyril is going to be proud that he manages to sound curious and vaguely amused more than anything.]

I hope they all left a good impression of the position.

Ah, yes. I have met another- an elf named Jove Lavellan. I- have you had it explained to you? That our world is a little...trickier than others, when it comes to multiple pathways.

[Good job, buddy! ]

She did. I considered her a dear friend.

Another Lavellan? Interesting...

And I'm sorry that your friend is no longer here. [For what it's worth, that does sound pretty sincere.]

No one has really explained anything to me just yet. If you're willing to take the time, I'm willing to listen.

I am not. She was where she needed to be. Thedas needed her, as I have no doubt it needs you.

[He hates being the one to explain this, after learning how he's dead in a few timelines,
it's made the whole experience leave a bitter taste in his mouth. ]

Well. It seems our world can have multiple different versions of events. Multiple Inquisitors, Hawkes and Heroes of Ferleden- you three seem to be the cornerstones, where change can happen the most. The rest of us, our experiences are slightly different, based on whom it is we interact with in our version of our world.

It is...difficult to explain.

[Cyril lets him explain and takes a moment to process.]

Difficult, yes, but perhaps not impossible. I once experienced an alternative timeline in which everything was different because of a few key choices. I could try to accept that this is the same sort of thing. To help me from going completely mad.

And, I admit, I have wondered what would have happened if another had been the one to hear Divine Justina's cries. I suppose the answer is that the version of me who did not hear her ended up dead when the Conclave exploded. Or perhaps he was never with Clan Lavellan and another had to be sent in his stead.

That...would be wise. Do whatever it takes to make it easier to digest. Chances are, it will never become any simpler.

[Just more complicated bullshit, really. That's what he has learned, with every new-but-not face that shows up. ]

Perhaps. It could be that you lived another life entirely. It seems a vast amount can change, life and death, paths that were not travelled. From what I have seen, the possibilities are endless.

How many different versions of the three of us have you known?

I've met two. I have heard of four in total, though. One of the ones I never met was a dwarf, the other a human. You and Jove both elves.

Do you happen to know what the year was for them?

I do not. It is long after the last I remember from home.

It's 9:45 Dragon for me, what year is it for you?

9:37 Dragon. So...a while in your past.

[Maker, that makes him feel old. ]

9:37? [Fenris probably already gets why that date makes Cyril pause, provided how many details he has about the future.]

When... exactly?

[Oh, he gets it, he does. He doesn't look even slightly amused. ]

Exactly? Right before the Chantry is destroyed. I have already been filled in what has happened since then.

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