driftfleet | one ; he's a transponster!

Who: Merrill & Fenris
Broadcast: {video} Fleet-Wide
Action: Anywhere on the Marsiva (they may split up we'll see).
When: January 14th

{VIDEO} ;

[ The video switches on to reveal— well okay it's an arm, covered in leather, chainmail and white fur, but only because the communicator's taking a moment to get pulled back, and only because there's more than one person trying to use it.

Or more than one elf, with pointed ears and both faces intricately covered in tattoos as the biggest clue. Merrill's markings are as dark as her short, braided hair and Fenris's are as light as his (there might even be a glow). Contrarily, perhaps, she looks much more cheerful in her greeting, but there is still a level of heightened stress to her tone. ]

Yes, hello! It seems we landed in the wrong time. World, actually! Now you promised, since the war's over. Can we speak to somebody in the Initiative? Where are our— Um—

[Merrill doesn't get to finish her sentence, as Fenris wrests control of the communicator from her. He looks decidedly less friendly, in fact, he looks just about ready to punch someone in the face. Hard.]

Our weapons. They are missing. [He jabs an annoyed thumb in Merrill's direction, whose irritated sigh can be heard off-camera.] I understand she likely disrupted the transporter. Just open up another one and send us back to Kirkwall. Now. I have no intention of staying on your blighted moon again. [A pause, a disdainful look around.] Or wherever this is...

[Actually, this looks distinctly non-Initiative. And it's definitely not United Earth, either, he remembers their holding pens, and this is not them. Where the heck ARE they? He doesn't have long to ponder or even let someone answer before there's another sound from Merrill off-camera; a gasp.]

There's something on you! Hold still.

What? What is- NO! Don't you touch me. [He may tolerate you existing in his life now, Merrill, but that doesn't mean you're allowed to touch him with your magey hands. He turns around a couple of times, trying to find...whatever it is on him, his hands tapping around his back until...oh he has a thing on his neck. WHY DOES HE HAVE A THING ON HIS NECK??

His fingers close on it, and he tries to yank it off. If you ever wondered what would happen if you tried to take your Augment off, wonder no more. Fenris gives a pained, frightened yelp, then curls into a horrible, shuddering ball on the floor, muttering horribly in Tevene. He's somewhere in the horrible recesses of his own broken mind right now, don't mind him.

Off-camera: ]

All right, I won't touch you.

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[Fenris is actually a touch surprised that Merrill is using her head about this. Maybe she HAS finally learned a thing or two. He'd be marginally proud if he wasn't so fucking angry. Still, he'd actually been backing down until Cole decided to make a show of his magic. ]

Why should we take a chance? It will kill us regardless, if we leave it be. It will only be a matter of time.

[He is not relaxing, not even a little bit. He wants to go full lyrium ghost and see if he can tear this creature apart from the inside. He is certain the creature can't throw magic at something intangible.] This is not safe, Merrill.

[ Oh, her name! Oh don't smile right now it isn't the time to smile. ]

We've never been safe. But it would be more dangerous to fight here in such an enclosed space. The systems could get scrambled and we would lose light and oxygen, or you could accidentally land outside when shifting and then you would really have no air.

[ Looking back to Cole, it's easier to have a frowny face. She wishes to negotiate with demons, but currently all he's doing is pissing off Fenris every time he shows off his magic or talks about himself. She won't say this, since demons like to aggravate. ]

I don't wish to attack you. I only want answers, and I know that you were offering them. Can you tell me what you are, if not an abomination?

[ He said 'half-demon' but she doesn't remotely see it the way he does. She does see an abomination, as that's simply what it's called when a demon possesses a mage. That's all she sees right now. What other 'half-demon' is there? ]

[Cole can't help but narrow his eyes at Fenris. Crazy as he may be, he can tell his magic is bothering both of them, so he lets the energy ball dissipate and puts his hand back in his pocket. No need to rile them both up further.]

And I'm willing to give you whatever answers I have as long as both of you can stay civil.

[But he'll grin and laugh and act like the previous couple minutes didn't happen.]

I'm half-demon and half-human. My father was human and my mother's a demon. It's not too uncommon. Some of the more obvious looking demons will have children with humans so they can blend in better with the mortals and strike at witches so they're less likely to get caught.

[It's something she's earned...at least some of the time.]

Fine.

[Fenris knows she speaks sense, and with the ball dissipated, his glow lessens somewhat. He is still not happy, though, and will have nothing to do with speaking to the creature. He won't leave Merrill, either. She has her magic, yes, but demons and mages are not a good mix.

So unable to do much else, he paces around behind the the other elf like a caged animal, needing to get rid of this coiled, angry energy somehow. He listens, of course, but he says nothing. He doesn't care. This just screams of the games the Magisters play against one another and he loathes it.]

[ Merrill is reluctant to do so, but she lets the barrier dissipate once Fenris and Cole lower their guard. She is aware that at any moment, Fenris could change his mind and attack, and if he does again, she might just let him. It would honestly be easier, knowing well how stubborn and strong he can be. No matter their disagreements, they are a team, and Cole is an outsider.

But she much prefers this route, and she clasps her hands together tensely while trying to listen. ]

I don't understand. Your mother was a demon, but how did she...? How could she have mated with a human? Did she use the Fade somehow? Use dreams to break the Veil?

[ Oh noooo, Merrill's thoughts are going down dark, horrible, gross corridors! Ewwww, she thoughts demons couldn't get more dangerous! But even if a demon tried to use the Fade to possess someone long enough to impregnate them, Merrill can only imagine that working on a human woman. How would... How would a human male... ]

Did your father give birth?!

[ Well, at least people believed Merrill had a sensible head on her shoulders for all of two minutes. ]

[He was ready to ask questions about what she meant by the Fade and the Veil, but then Merrill comes to that conclusion and Cole's brain just stops at that mental image, his expression one of absolute horror and disgust.]

What?! No! My dad didn't give birth to me!

[omg Merrill, he's not a mpreg baby that's terrible and wrong and now Cole cannot unsee it.]

Men can't have children. Where did you even get that from?

[Fenris even stops his pacing to give Merrill a LOOK. He started to think you had a logic going on, too. So disappointing.

Still, it seems to have made the abomination upset, so he snorts out a laugh. ]

Edited 2015-01-15 02:03 (UTC)

A demon giving birth makes no more sense!

[ It's her only defense, but it could be a worse one. She's not wrong. Except about the mpreg, apparently, but she's glad for that. How awkward. ]

Well, it doesn't matter. It means as much to us as a half-elf might. [ WHICH MEANS NOTHING AND IS A JOKE AT THE EXPENSE OF ELVES. ] Still, if you are a demon who means us no harm, I think it would be best for us to get along. I'd very much appreciate it if you continue to not try and kill me to take my magic. It would be so very unpleasant, for the both of us I imagine!

[ She's saying this with a surprising kindness and curiosity, and it's sincere, too. Relationships with demons are meant to be complicated and careful. So are relationships with Fenris.

She looks over her shoulder at him. Laughing at her. ]

Besides, you made Fenris smile, so you can't be all bad.

[He's rubbing the side of his head as if to get rid of the mental image still stuck in his mind, but he pauses at Merrill's words and lets out a sharp laugh. It's always amusing to see how people respond to him, even if it does tend to turn violent with him.]

You don't need to worry about me coming after you. I don't attack innocents, I protect them. Not that it looks like you need protection.

[And he just grins some more.]

I'm not such a bad guy once you get to know me, but I think I'll keep my distance from now on, if that's okay with you. I don't think I need to upset the angry glowstick more than he already is.

[Fenris' smile fades as soon as it appeared.] I am laughing at it, there is a difference.

[He makes a disgusted sound and moves to lean on a wall, his arms folded, still glowering.]

Do as you like, I will have nothing to do with it.

[He'll just wait 'til he's not in space and kill the blighted thing.]

[ She doesn't need protection, and she is certainly no innocent. But she'll bow slightly in apology as he suggests departing, not thinking it a bad idea in this case, even if it means not getting more answers out of him. Perhaps later, when Fenris isn't around. ]

That might be best. He gets so very cranky around demons and mages, it's not personal! Really.

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