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Who: Cole Turner
Broadcast: network-wide video
Action: on the Marsiva
When: Around 1/13

[There's a ~~Darth Maul cosplayer~~ tall and annoyed demon pacing back and forth, playing almost nervously with his hands like there's a ring that should be there but isn't.]

Another reality show? I thought the last one was bad enough.

[He stops his pacing to look up at the ceiling, seeming to direct his anger at that.]

Leo! Leo Wyatt! Orb your whitelighter ass down here and do something useful for once!

[He waits a moment before he throws up his hands in frustration and goes back to pacing.]

Great, fine. Alright, you've got me here. Point me at whoever or whatever you want me to kill so we can get this over with.

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That wasn't my plan. I try to only kill demons.

[He takes a moment to study Varric, looking very thoughtful.]

You're not a demon, are you?

[Varric is almost offended.] What-- no, I'm a dwarf.

Then I'm not going to kill you.

[He laughs and grins widely, showing off all of his pointy teeth.]

Why would I kill a dwarf? That's just stupid.

Okay, then. That's great. Now, what are you supposed to be? Besides a giant crawfish with a lot of teeth.

[What the fuck what the fuck wHAT THE FUCK]

I've never been described like that before. I'm a demon, of course.

[Sorry, Varric. Things are only going to get worse before they get better.]

[Varric stares for a moment, but manages to keep mostly calm. Mostly.]

You here to possess mages? Or something else? 'Cause if it's the former, I've got a shot to the face with your name on it.

[Varric has two mages on his ship and he is not letting them become demon food.]

[At the idea of possessing someone, he looks absolutely disgusted.]

I'd never do that to anyone. Been on the receiving end of a possession and it's something I'd never wish on even my worst enemies.

[If only Varric knew one of the mages on his ship was actually this demon's son.]

Wait, what? You're a demon and you got possessed? How does that work?

[He'll find out soon enough, probably because Chris will see the death threat and flip out sooner or later.]

It's kind of a long story.

[...yeah, Chris gets very protective of his dad. Even when Cole doesn't need it.]

You say that like I'm not interested in stories.

[He squints discerningly.]

I do know that there are at least three people here with plenty of demon-slaying experience. So you might, might want to reconsider your first impression here.

Personally, I know that you might or might not be from my world and could be different. But other people might not be... reasonable. When you've had to cut through entire armies of demons, it kinda makes sense.

No, I say that like I'm not interested in telling you.

[He does not talk about the Source of All Evil. Because fuck the Source.]

I'm not going to hide what I am. So I'm a demon. I can't change that and frankly, by this point, I don't want to. If others can't handle that fact, then that's on them. I don't care unless they're going to attack me and if they do, I'm defending myself. Demon or not, I have that right.

[He rubs his face.]

Of course you do. I'm not saying you don't. But uh, demons are not people where I'm from. And there's other people here. From... where I'm from.

I think one will be fine, but the other... well. You see an elf with white veiny tattoos, do yourself a favor and wear a hat or something.

[There's a moment where he processes that and then lets out a sigh. He knows who Varric's talking about.]

Thanks for the warning, but it's a bit too late for that. We've already been acquainted. And I can do better than just wearing a hat.

[Cole then switches to his human form and crosses his arms, waiting for a reaction since everyone seems to have one about his form changes.]

Well, shit.

[He's a very eloquent dwarf. His eyebrows go up when Cole shifts back into his human form though.]

That definitely beats wearing a hat. Now you just look like someone who needs a stiff drink.

[Cole laughs at the response. It's one of the better reactions he's dealt with over his lifetime. He likes you, dwarf.]

You have no idea. I could definitely go for something strong right about now.

[It takes a lot to bother Varric. It really, really does.]

There's vodka on the waystation. Fair warning, though: it tastes like a fruit pie with too much sugar.

[If nothing else, the guy with the demon face is... not interested in ripping Varric's beardless face off his skull.]

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devilsinthedetails - 2015-01-21 17:34 (UTC) - Expand

[ This is Chris. This is Chris marching into whatever room Varric is broadcasting from and slapping his hand down on the console in front of him to catch Varric's attention. Chris saw this part on the network and immediately came to set him straight. ~~Let's be timey-wimey!~~ ]

There will be no shots, no names, no nothing when it comes to that demon. That's the only rule I've got for this ship. Got it, Doc?

[ DID SOMEBODY CALL FOR AN OVERPROTECTIVE SON? ~~no? too bad~~ ]

Maker's breath, Prickly! You almost knocked over my drink.

[He's never seen Chris with that face, though. There's a story there, and whatever annoyance he might feel at having someone march in and nearly slap him disappears in favor of trying to peer into the current situation.

He leans back in his chair.]

You don't need to make up rules for your fake captaining or whatever. Just tell me what's going on.

[ Chris doesn't relax, just sits back and crosses his arms and tries not to explode too powerfully at Varric. He's listening. Chris needs to take advantage of that, even if it means admitting what he was hoping to work around. ]

That's my father. You are not going to vanquish my father.

Shit! Seriously?

[And then it dawns on his face that Chris is also part demon, maybe, probably.]

Shit. No, I'm not going to shoot your dad! I just-- look, demons. Demons are bad on my world. I told you why. If you say he's not a bad guy, I'll take your word for it-- he doesn't look like a Thedas demon anyway.

How do demons even have kids?

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[ Something just kind of drains out of Chris at the reaction. Instead of bracing himself for a coming tidal wave, it looks like he's... well, he's a kid who hasn't had a chance to grow up but did it anyway because he needed to. At least it's obvious he's relieved. ]

He's not. Bad. He's not a bad guy. [ He takes a moment, collects himself and then gives a half-laugh to go with a half-shrug. ] They're not spirits, for one thing. They have bodies just like the rest of us. It's kind of common practice for demons to have half-demon children so their kids can blend in better, but... Dad's not a full demon to start with, anyway.

[Varric considers, then pours another shot of Floot Loops-sponsored vodka and offers it to Chris.]

That's different. Different is good.

[A pause.]

For the record, demon or not, you're still part of this crew. Don't go getting any stupid ideas like, oh, everyone on this ship hates you just because of something you were born with.

[ His face screws up in obvious, momentary confusion. Stop anticipating him, dammit. After a small hesitation, Chris takes the offered drink with some bemusement. ]

To be honest, that's usually more than enough for anyone else to want me gone. I mean—I would never do anything to hurt people, especially not you guys, but... [ He goes quiet, staring into the brightly colored alcohol. Somehow just that small kindness has left him rather adrift. He looks up, gives a wry twist of his lips. ] Thanks.

I know you wouldn't. [Being quarter or half demon or whatever probably comes with its own problems. He knows that's going to bite him in the ass sooner or later, but he can't-- he can't just look at this kid and tell him to get out.

He sighs inwardly.]

You're a good kid.

[ Chris takes a sip of the drink, trying not to flinch away at the expectedly fruity taste. It's kind of really gross with the burn of strong booze behind it, but he'll live. This is kind of completely blindsiding him and he needs the moment to put his attention anywhere else. ]

So we're... we're good on Dad? [ Yep, that's enough talking about Chris. He can't handle this much acceptance out of nowhere; even with his family, it took months to convince him that it's okay to just be accepted. From people he hardly knows? It doesn't even make sense. ] He's the one who—if I'm not going to hurt anyone, it's because I learned it from him.

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