#001.

[dirth]

Who: Solas and everyone!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: On board the Marsiva
When: 11th-14th!

[ It's a good thing the network is already on when Solas is awake, mostly because the first thing he does is promptly fall out of the bed. There's a long moment of silence before there comes a long suffering sigh and a spot of movement, the blackness moving to reveal a voice, quiet and measured as he looks around. ]

... Ah.

[ He frowns, his eyes narrowing a little before he continues, as if he's taking in everything before he even considers making a movement. ]

Well, this is certainly different.

( action )

[ Until he's assigned, Solas can be found in the room he woke up in, loathe to go too far. He's very quiet and keeps to himself, especially if people mention anyone that might be from 'his world'; for the most part he seems particularly solitary. He does ask, once or twice, if anyone has any idea about painting, or something called the 'Fade', but generally he appears to be rather a loner. 

At least it's obvious that, if spoken to, he will be particularly polite and generally quite cheerful, for the most part. ]

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

As long as they don't start expecting me to embrace the culture, they can do as they like.

[dirth]

But if alternate histories were proven true? If what they believed was false and another truth was offered, would you embrace that?

[wolfuncaged]

No.

It is not my way of life, and never will be. What I am, is what I am, and there's no changing that.

[dirth]

Hm. [ And, as slowly as it had come, any hope he'd had for Fenris fades. ] What if the history is not simply Dalish and is for all elves?

[wolfuncaged]

[Better wave that hope goodbye, Solas. He's as bad as Sera, except with slightly better manners.]

Then it is still history. It's still long gone. What good would it do us now? Would it make us any less reviled? Any less ostracised or subjugated?

[dirth]

[ He bites back his sigh, but only barely. ]

It would show us who we were meant to be. That we were to be more than just slaves or wandering tribes; that there was more to us and it is there to be reclaimed.

[wolfuncaged]

And how, exactly, would we reclaim it? We're scattered and powerless. How do you think the humans would react if they learned of such a thing? Do you think they'd just allow us to reclaim this heritage?

[He gives a soft scoff. Some of his best friends are humans, he would forever stand by their side. But the race as a whole... ]

We would be seen as a threat, one to be squashed quickly. The current status-quo works too much in their favour for them to allow otherwise.

[dirth]

The humans would adapt.

[ He's steely when he says it. The humans would adapt, as would the dwarves, the Qunari, the Tevinter. He turns his head away, frustrated and on edge now. ]

[wolfuncaged]

That is painfully optimistic.

[Such disdain. Humans are, in his opinion, the least adaptable race in Thedas. As soon as something happens they don't like, they throw their toys out of the pram, and everyone else dies. ]

[dirth]

Perhaps optimism is all we can have, sometimes.

[ And that's true. He is, generally speaking, rather dour and fatalist, but he has to try to believe that there is hope. That there can be successes. ]

[wolfuncaged]

It will spell your doom. It is all well and good, using it to pull yourself forward, but when everything falls apart, you have nothing to brace yourself against.

[Tevinter sucked the hope out of him a long time ago. ]

[dirth]

A lesson I learned, the hard way, in my youth.

[ If only Fenris was aware of the scale of how awfully things had fallen apart. ]

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh, if only.]

And yet you still hope.

[dirth]

Hope is a fickle thing. Perhaps it's best to seek it when we can.

[wolfuncaged]

Sometimes, it is best not to seek it out at all. It is safer, that way.

[dirth]

Perhaps you're right. [ He nods his head, once. ] It is a delicate balance all the same.

[wolfuncaged]

Unfortunately true.

[He's run out of Things to Say on that subject matter, so lapses into an awkward silence.]

[dirth]

[ He makes a soft noise. ]

I'm glad to have had the conversation, even if we do disagree somewhat. Thank you for it.

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh well... that's something. People's reaction to his input usually range from "dude, chill" to "ok well you feel that way then, psycho." ]

I-

...You are welcome?

[He still can't place Solas at all, and he doesn't like that. He much prefers to know where he stands with people, what they will present to him. Solas is a mystery.]