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WHO Misha Hunt
BROADCAST Fleet-wide voice
ACTION Somewhere on the Golden
WHEN July 5th

Okay, guys. Hear me out. This is going to sound like a weird suggestion, but... has anyone thought we've been almost too gloomy lately? Our mourning is all well and good. A lot of shit happened. But if you ask me, we're missing a pretty key component to the whole cycle. Where's the party? The wake. The remembrance that we're alive and we have our own lives to continue now enriched by the lives we touched while they were here.

You know. That kind of sappy stuff.

[ There's a pause, a quiet "um". ]

If anyone else agrees, I was thinking of setting something up in say—a week or so? Would anyone else be up for that?

[ No this clearly has nothing to do with the fact that her birthday is on the 11th. Mere coincidence! ]

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[wolfuncaged]

[He should feel more guilty for killing as many of them as he has, but he really doesn't. ]

I'll pass, if it's all the same.

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[ It's funny, because Misha doesn't outright feel guilty about killing them. If they were so eroded and gone, it's like fighting puppets. Was there really any chance of saving most of them? Were they even the same things anymore? Who knows. They were something once upon a time, and that's what she thinks about. ]

Oh! Fenris! Shit, I've been meaning to contact you. Yeah, fine, no party for you. But, you wanted to compare and contrast, right?

[wolfuncaged]

[It was a job, and it needed to be done. Sometimes, that means getting your hands dirty. Fenris is used to such things. ]

...Yes, that would be agreeable. [So awkward, but she;s doing a lot better than most people who talk to him. ]

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[ She's pretty good at filling space and modifying her behavior depending on the reactions of people around her. This ain't no thang. ]

Now, if you wanted? I'm free. Or we could set something up, be more formal about it.

[wolfuncaged]

I have nothing of import to do right now. Which ship would you like to meet on?

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Well, I'm a pilot, so it would be easier for me to come to you. What ship are you on again?

[wolfuncaged]

That would help. I'm on the Tourist.

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Tourist it is, then. I'll be right over.

[ It doesn't take long, about the average time for a shuttle to get moving and dock on another ship, before she arrives on the Tourist. To say she's also curious would be an understatement. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris himself is waiting by the shuttle dock for her, arms folded, and yet having a strange, unsettled, nervous air about him. Part of it is his usual demeanour, another is finally meeting someone who has abilities similar to his own, and knowing in learning about them, he'll have to talk a little about his own. ]

Hello.

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Yo.

[ She raises a hand in greeting, giving a small but genuine smile rather than try for anything over the top. Now that she's here in person, it's easy to see why she was using voice on the network: that scarring on her face is kind of intense now that she's out of stuff to cover it up. ]

So, uh, here good? I mean, or—does this place have other rooms?

[wolfuncaged]

[He doesn't seem bothered by her scarring, then again, he's not one to talk, the lyrium brand covering all of his skin in the thin, vine-like tendrils. He gives a small wave in return, not smiling back, but that's honestly nothing new. ]

We would likely have more room in the cargo bay.

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Okay, we'll stay right here then.

[ She kind of... fidgets. Shuffles her arms out and tilts her head side to side as if loosening up. ]

Who first? Or, like, how did you want to do this?

[wolfuncaged]

[He fidgets too, he really didn't think that far ahead. ]

I...honestly had not considered. I have never had to deal with this before.

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Well, okay. I'll start. Watch this.

[ She raises a finger as a wait motion, steps aside the shuttle. After a quick exhale, she turns and walks right through the smaller ship's outer hull right into the cockpit. Nothing visibly changed about her... and yet the results are hard to deny. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[He watches her with fascination. Huh. ]

...I have never been able to do that.

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[ She comes back out a moment later. ]

No? Why not? How does yours work?

[wolfuncaged]

I am honeslty not sure. My former master had no interest in explaining to his slave how his newfound powers would work. I use mine in combat, which is how I was taught to use it. If I have any other ptoential, I have been left unaware of it.

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Well, good thing I'm here! Phasing is a terrible thing to waste — not that it sounds like you've been letting it go to waste — but you can just do so much with it.

[wolfuncaged]

I've thought about my abilities as a curse for so long, it never occured to me to use them for much else.

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[ Her head tilts, not letting his words fall on deaf ears. It just... doesn't seem her place to make any kinds of actual comments on it. What does she know about slavery or brutal battles? ]

Well... if you're willing, I'd love to show you how else they can be applied.

[wolfuncaged]

It is usually...rather bloody. [Ripping hearts out, yay.]

However, I am able to do this.

[The lyrium markings flare into life, a blue glow with soon takes over his whole form. He becomes almost ethereal. ]

On a battlefield, I become much harder to track and capture like this.

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Yeah, you mentioned something about bloody.

[ Misha pauses, watching Fenris as he turns into some kind of ghostly being thanks to those tattoos. She lets out a sharp, long breath at seeing it. ]

Okay. So you kind of cover your physical form. That's actually a lot like what I do. What have you tried going through before? Aside from other people.

[wolfuncaged]

There was a collar we were made to wear on a planet we visited here in the Fleet. I was able to pass through that to remove it.

[He shifts back to solid, the tattoos still glowing lightly. He winces a little, he can't keep t up for too long. ]

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A collar?

[ She doesn't even question why someone would want to escape that. Especially someone like Fenris after everything he's said so far. ]

Hey, wait, does it hurt you to do that?

[wolfuncaged]

It was used to make us look to appear human, so we would not frighten the people trapped in the fantasy life that was created for them.

[He says it with a sneer. He hated Mor, so much.

At her question he heaves a sigh. ]

The lyrium that makes them is a dangerous mineral. It kills most who remain in such close contact with it for a long time. I do not know why I have not succumbed, but the pain lingers regardless.