one ; he's a transponster!

[yourdistraction]

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.

Comments

[misconceived]

Surgical strikes. [ Yep, Chris knows this. ]

So... Exsilium, their rebellion worked? They were sending you home, that's what you were saying. Either they won or they failed spectacularly and they were getting the innocents out of the way.

[yourdistraction]

It worked.

[ Merrill could sound happier about assisting in saving the entire multiverse, you're welcome. She sounds more like she won a hot dog eating competition, and what she won was one more hot dog. ]

[misconceived]

It worked... and you were on your way home, right, and now you're here.

[yourdistraction]

Without our weapons! What can I do about that?

[ Happy as a poodle to change the subject. ]

[misconceived]

To be honest? I have no idea. It's not really something I have a problem with.

[ He's tempted to show off his own energy balls to explain, but no, let's not. Also he's not even going to entertain the idea of conjuring weapons for these two. Sorry, gaiz. ]

I guess you could see if anyone can make more? Doubt you'd be able to buy any around here.

[yourdistraction]

Normally I would say yes, but these are special weapons. I'm sure they must be around here, too, and whatever brought us here might still be on this vessel as well.

[misconceived]

You'll probably want to explore sooner rather than later. They boot you out onto a ship eventually and you can't get back in there.

[yourdistraction]

I can't waste any time, then! Fenris and I had better split up. Thank you.

My name is Merrill!

[misconceived]

Chris. I'd say good luck, but uh... you getting weapons isn't in my best interests, you know?

[yourdistraction]

I don't know how many times I need to say I have no interest in hurting you or your father.

[ What Fenris does is his business, so long as it isn't right in Merrill's proximity and blows a hole into space that kills them all. Most unpleasant. ]

[misconceived]

You and your friend are a package deal right now. You're gonna have to get used to that.

[yourdistraction]

Ooh, don't let him hear you say that, he'll get even crankier!

[ Good thing they'll be splitting up. ]

[misconceived]

That's possible?

[yourdistraction]

He would not call us friends, or a package deal.

[ The idea is laughable, wow, goodness. ]

Yes, he can get much more...expressive. And neither of us need our weapons to fight, if I am to be fair. They are more for sentimental value than anything. But I believe Fenris will behave while on these ships. He understands what happens in space.

[misconceived]

Sounds like good news for us. He's not like that with everyone, is he? I mean... just the demonic sort, right?

[yourdistraction]

Demons, mages...

[misconceived]

Not innocents?

[yourdistraction]

What do you consider innocent?

Well, ask him. [ She's not his caretaker! That's Hawke, and Hawke isn't here. ] But he has good intentions, I can say that. So I suppose what happens depends on your father's intentions.

[misconceived]

Innocents are... the uninvolved. [ Basically the people who get pulled into things they don't deserve to be pulled into. It's practically its own term rather than a descriptor. ]

At worst, his intentions are protecting his own. So if your guy Fenris goes after my dad, I'm gonna assume it's on him.

[yourdistraction]

Fenris isn't interested in those who don't interact with him. He dislikes mages and spirits because he feels they're a threat to the innocents you want to help.

[ Clearly a misunderstanding, but she's often saying that to Fenris! ]

But you don't need to explain your assumptions to me. I'm not his mother!

[ Or his friend, apparently. But she'll certainly defend Fenris's life if she's near him. She just doesn't really think she'd need to help. Hopefully it won't come to that! ]

[misconceived]

Oh, you won't get in the way? [ Because it seemed like she was gonna get in the way from watching the altercation with Cole. ] That's fine with me.

[yourdistraction]

I will, if a fight would endanger us all, or I think Fenris is in danger. But he's usually just fine.

[ So maybe we won't have to fight but maybe we will! She doesn't seem too broken up about it. Be less normal, Merrill. ]

It would be wonderful if everybody could stop talking about fighting each other long enough to actually make progress elsewhere, though. Like finding ways home! Which I'm on my way to do. There must be a transporter on here somewhere.

I'll let everybody know if I find anything.

[misconceived]

[ Eh, that's understandable. ]

If it helps, magic didn't work on getting out of there. Doesn't work on getting back in, either. If there's a tech way out, I didn't find it in my time... but I also was only on that ship for a few hours.

[ See, Chris can multitask. He can talk about fighting and vanquishing and all that and still be looking for solutions to problems! It runs in the family. ]

[yourdistraction]

Well there are two of us, and we have a few days! Wish us luck.

[ For everybody's sake! Cole could make three, but he and Fenris will clearly not cooperate. Ah well. ]

[misconceived]

Good luck.

[ Hey, if Cole finds anything... he might share that with Merrill and Fenris? It's a half and half chance, really. ]