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Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: Fleetwide (accidentally)
Action: Wonderduck
When: After the Shuffle

[WONDERDUCK]

Cyril's welcome to the Fleet was wrought with the despair of losing a planet and the people left on it. He can tell that things are tense even though he's new. This means that he needs to deal with the sudden appearance of information in his mind while also navigating the grief of others. It's a very strange welcome for many reasons.

He isn't sure what he thinks of this place. There's so much he has to take in right away. He has to deal with learning about space travel, different worlds, and technology so far outside of anything that could be found on Thedas. He's impossibly curious about it all, but because of the lingering feeling around the Fleet he isn't sure if now is the time to ask questions.

Instead, he focuses on getting settled. When he was brought here he had on the clothes he wore around High Town, a nice tunic and pants - as well as a prosthetic that was a hand carved out of polished wood rather than any of his functioning ones. He'd have to see about rebuilding something that would be of use when he was piloting. The fake hand was very well crafted and designed to put people at ease, but it didn't let him grip anything easily. However, that could come later - along with all of his questions.

[VIDEO]

[Cyril doesn't seem to realize that he's accidentally started a broadcast. He is closed up in his new room and he had meant to try to get his Sending Crystal to work, but instead it is useless in his hand. The Fleet, however, seems to think that this means he's okay with his message being brought to people here instead. After all, the person he's trying to contact is one of them - even if not in the way that Cyril thinks.]

I don't think this is working, but just in case -- [He turns the crystal over in his hand, examining it as if he can will it to start working. He's alone in this room so he has removed the fake arm, comfortable without the weight of it when he thinks he doesn't have people around to gawk at him for missing a limb.] Just in case you can hear me...

I'm well. I'm in one piece - well, excepting the part we already knew was missing. [It's a joke, and he manages to make his voice casual and even smile a bit as he says it.] Please don't worry, my friend. I'll find a way back home.

I'm surrounded by friendly people. Including.... an enchanted clock? I wish you were here. It would be fun to disparage the character of a mage who puts a man's consciousness into a clock.

[Another joke, and another pause.] Please don't leave Tevinter. What you are Maevaris are doing is vital. If you can hear me, get a message to Leliana instead and know that I'm well and working on returning...

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It does, but so does the idea of travelling through the stars.

[ She gives a little laugh, glancing at something off camera for a moment. ]

You've got me there. My name is Hawke, by the way, if you haven't puzzled that out for yourself. You might have met my other half by now, he's a little taller and has white hair.

Do you mind if I ask for your first name?

The Hawke I knew back in Thedas was a man named Garret.

Only because you asked for nicely.

[ Garrett, she takes a note of that name and does her best not to let that sudden surge of disgust reach her face. Fenris' Hawke was named Garrett if she remembers it correctly, that guy was an arse. ]

It's Marian.

I admit I have an urge to ask all sorts of questions about your personal life so I can compare them to what I know of the Hawke from my Thedas but that seems weirdly invasive.

Trust me, it's not nearly as invasive as you might think. Varric did write a book on my life after all. Most of it is facts even with the embellishments he made.

That's true.

He wrote a book about me too, though, and most of it is entirely fiction.

Really? Maker's breath. Here I thought I was special. [ She doesn't seem mad, however, her expression clearly fond. ] You must be something if he went so far as to write a book about you.

I think you are special, Hawke. Varric writes about a lot of things, but there are few people he lets in to meet who he is really.

As for me, I think he just couldn't stop being amazed by all of the really, really weird stuff that happened to me. His book about me is mostly a "you'll never believe all of the bad luck that happens to one elf" kind of thing.

Come to think of it, that is sort of what Tale of the Champion is too, hm? Only without the elf part. Unless you count Merrill and Fenris.

[ She laughs, then, shaking her head slightly. ]

That's nice of you to say, though I didn't need to pick me up. [ Still she appreciates it. ] But you're right! They're similar in that at weird things tend to happen around us no matter what we do.

It's a gift and a curse.

At least it enabled us both to befriend him? I wouldn't be nearly as sane without that.

Very true! Varric always did keep me mostly sane. [ Damn, she really misses him. Absently she reaches for the signet ring around her neck, fiddling it as she exhales. ] So! Does this Inquisitor have a name? Or shall I make one up myself?

I admit I'm curious what name you would assign me.

Hmm.

[ She tilts her head looking over him for a few moments, what sort of name... ]

Inky could be one, maybe even Pixie. [ It's the hair, honestly, at the eyeliner. ]

I could live with either, though if you call me Inky I might have to counter by calling you Champy.

I can live with that.