Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!

[sansseraph]

Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

"Welcome, stranger!"

Comments

[apurrstate]

[He could only imagine, if he'd bothered to try, just how unwanted his presence might be. The elf was certainly the last person he'd want to see when insane with anger.

But Anders merely looks at the man reaching to him for help. Assessing. Fenris didn't harm the innocent, so this man wasn't that. Considering how angry Fenris was, it was probably slavery, which meant it was perfectly justifiable to have him answer for his crimes.

Even on a vengeful level, there was nothing to object to, with what more information he'd gathered before. Before things went back to almost-normal.]

Nothing, I followed the whispers and proverbial blood trail.

[He shrugged.]

He's a slaver, right? Or as good as? Don't wait around on my account.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris quirks an eyebrow, surprised. Not that Anders has ever seemed to be the type to support slavery- but he wouldn't have put it past the mage to back something just because he didn't. Just for a moment, the man before he was possessed flickers through again- just for a moment.

Wordlessly, he does what he came here to do. The lyrium flares, and his hand sink into a panicked man's chest. As usual with Fenris, it's over in seconds. Quick, no extended suffering. The man's heart is torn from him and that is that. He lets the body and organ drop to the ground in a heap, before turning away from it. It can stay there. ]

There are a lot of them.

[apurrstate]

[Anders only barely winces and it's more for the viciousness of the act than any second thoughts about intervening. He rarely watched Fenris' dirty work before and it was just as unpleasant as it had ever been. Unpleasant, but admittedly efficient. He stepped closer, idly inspecting the remains of the corpse in case any sort of clue happened to pop out at him.]

And you've already found enough of them to start whispers about you.

How many more?

[There were probably three things they could agree on in the entire world: blood magic, slavery and Hawkes. And that last one was sort of hit or miss depending on what about the Hawkes was in question. But slavery wasn't right, wasn't Just in any form and if something could be done about it, they shouldn't hesitate. What good was coming to this place if the fleet couldn't help it?]

[wolfuncaged]

They're afraid, as well they should be.

[There's no remorse there. Perhaps this is the first time their awful status quo has even been challenged at all. Perhaps they are fearful, unsure of how to stop this force tearing through them. And that suits Fenris just fine. ]

There are scattered groups. Not as many as there are regular pirates and thieves, but it's finding them amongst these people which is the tricky part. Twenty. Perhaps thirty.

[Enough of them, at any rate. He stole a sideglance towards Anders. He knew the man hated this as much as he did. They had so little common ground, but this, at least, remained. ]

I aim to cut that number down as much as possible before the Marsiva drags us away from here.

[apurrstate]

[He was hardly spy materiel, but people talked around him, maybe he just seemed unassuming. That worked just fine for him, especially for things like this where loose lips would give them leads and the like.

One thing was absolutely certain: Fenris wouldn't be able to put as huge a divot in their numbers as he would probably like by the time they would leave here.]

You'll strike more down if it isn't just you. Besides, with those rumors already circulating, you'll be noticeable. It might be more helpful if someone could pick up information quietly.

Unless you intend to simply rip through this area and hope for the best.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris has to admit, as much as he relied on himself in the past, he has grown used to working with others. And there are too many to kill alone, not while they get smart abut him being there- learn ways to tackle him. ]

...I suppose you have a point. I do rather...stick out.

[apurrstate]

Like a sore thumb.

[There's a quirk to the corner of his lips, a shadow of a smirk and then it's gone again.]

I'll find out what I can and let you know.And if there's someone who's a bit more...long distance than you can reach with that ridiculous sword of yours, then...well, text me.

[wolfuncaged]

[It's really hard to be stealthy when you are an elf covered in completely unique, GLOWING tattoos, okay.

He looks a little surprised at the offer. He's not exactly used to Anders agreeing with him on anything, much less offering help with something he's doing. That's not how they function. He's not stupid enough to turn down help, though. ]

Hm. I suppose when you're not shoving your manifesto in people's faces, you are rather better at blending in. ...Okay.

[Another pause, then like it actually hurts him to say it: ]

Thank you.

[apurrstate]

[Anders winces a bit at the mention of the manifesto. Three years of his life dedicating long, endless, nights for the hope his words might change something...all for nothing. In the end, it hadn't been words that were needed.

He didn't like to think about it.

Luckily, Fenris' thanks offers a preferred distraction and he plays it off as though those words made him wince instead.]

I don't think I've ever heard those words come out of your mouth. I'm surprised you even know them.

[Yes, snarking was much easier to smile than having to work out working together on their own. This was were having Hawke to simply follow around was easier.]

Either way...you're welcome.

[wolfuncaged]

[Sorry, Anders, he's not sorry.

Still, this feels weird and uncomfortable. It felt weird and uncomfortable when Anders was younger here, before Justice and life in general wore him into who he is now. It's even more so, now. Ugh.]

I happen to be very polite to the right people.

[ie: Not You. ]

Yes. Well.

[He's is really bad at this with Anders. This is far beyond 'normal' for either of them. ]

[apurrstate]

Yeah. Right.

[He only half believes it. But any doubts he has over Fenris' politeness pale in comparison to his overwhelming desire to extract himself from the moment. He'd made his offer and they were, albeit temporarily, on the same page.

It was time to go.]

Well.

[And that was about as good as his good-bye got. Anders nodded in Fenris' general direction and slipped back into the grungy pathways of the ramshackle waystations, hopefully sparing them from anything more...weird.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Bye Anders, sorry for making everything weird! ]