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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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[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.]

At this point, anything's better than nothing. Bring on the fruit vodka.

[Cole has better faces to rip off, thankfully.]

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