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

[wolfuncaged]

[That was how it had been for the elves, if the Dalish tales were to be believed. Immortality for the elven, before the humans showed up and ruined everything.]

Humans are rather fond of crushing everyone else under their boots. Especially elves.

[faithfulwisdom]

I am fortunate that my experience has been quite different. [A shrug] But it would be foolish for us to waste time fighting with one another when we face a common, much more dangerous foe. Perhaps the our friendship will dissolve when there is no longer need of an alliance; I hope otherwise, but I cannot say with certainty.

[wolfuncaged]

Perhaps.

What foe do you face? [He imagines it's got to be something pretty awful to unite the races. Thedas teeters on the edge of war and the other races sure aren't all that united about it.]

[faithfulwisdom]

[Awful indeed. You can tell how seriously Finrod regards it, at least, by the way his tone flattens.] Morgoth is his name. Once he was among the great Powers of the world, before he was corrupted by his own lust for power.

[wolfuncaged]

[It's a shame Fenris is not further along the Thedas timeline. The comparison to Corypheus would be impossible to miss. As far as Fenris know, though, that ancient Magister darkspawn is good and dead. ]

The drive for power can make all men turn insane, and then it matters not to them who they tread on, on their way upwards.

[faithfulwisdom]

If he were but a man, he would have been dealt with long ago.

[wolfuncaged]

What is he, then?

[faithfulwisdom]

He is a Vala. The word translates to the common tongue simply as "Power." One of those were sent to Arda in the beginning by Eru All-Father himself; he was meant to be responsible for its shaping and its care, as his kindred have been, but he preferred domination.

[So basically, a power hungry minor deity. Fun times.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris understood about a quarter of that.]

...He is a God, then?

[faithfulwisdom]

[Not really. But explaining that would take a great deal of time and, to be honest, it's a common misconception in his own world.]

More or less.

[wolfuncaged]

Ah. I can see why it would be a problem to face him, then.