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[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

[ino]

[ disappointing, but -- they didn't know each other that well in Paradisa either, so it's not too much of an upset for her ]

Yeah, but you did in another universe. It's kind of a long story.

[wolfuncaged]

[Perhaps someone else might have shrugged it off, but not Fenris. Not when he realises his memory has been toyed with, again. He sounds almost desperate, perhaps a little frightened.]

Then tell it anyway.

[ino]

[ ... ]

Well, the place where I came from before this is kind of a multiverse type of place. Brings in people from all different worlds, sort of like here. Anyways, you were there for a little while. Some of your friends, too. [ a pause, because the memory is still a bit fuzzy ] I think ... I had offered to teach you how to read.

But, generally we found that a lot of people who had left lost their memories of the place and never remembered they were there. Or, I guess it's possible that it might have been an alternate universe version of you ... [ trails off thoughtfully ... ]

[wolfuncaged]

Oh.

[Well, there we go. Another thing to Not Remember. Delightful.]

Thank you for telling me, anyway. Memories are important things, even when they are lost. Perhaps even more so, then.

[Maker's breath if he wasn't trapped here with a demon right now, he would be finding some way to get horrifically drunk.] It was good of you to offer to help me with my reading, also.

[He had Ellie, for that, back in Exsilium. He misses her, she's a good kid.]

[ino]

[ a pause; that was deep bro. but she sympathizes. a little too much, maybe. ]

You might be right.

[ but she smiles at the last part ] Well, it was sort of an important skill to have. The communications system we were using didn't have video or anything, just voice and writing.

[wolfuncaged]

I can see why using it would have been a problem for me. [Especially if he'd arrived right from Kirkwall. It wasn't like he'd had much practise, there.]

I am truly sorry I do not remember you. I am sure if I trusted you enough to ask for your help on such matters that you earned it. [Or at least wasn't a douche.]

[ino]

[ awww ... remember how she was irritated? neither does she ]

Haha, well, I try, anyways ...

If you still want help, I can do my best to teach you more, though it might be a bit tough if you aren't assigned to my ship.

[wolfuncaged]

I would greatly appreciate that, thank you. I had some help in Exsilium, but I am still in the learning process.

[He learned via comic books. He knows how to read words like KAPOW!! and SHAZAM!! but not words like 'table' or 'blanket'.]

[ino]

[ oh, that name again -- ]

You came from that place?

[wolfuncaged]

Hmmm. I was there for nine months before I came here.

[ino]

So then you know Kaneis, too.

[wolfuncaged]

Hmm. Not well, but I know he worked in the clinic. [And is a MAGE.]