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Can't spell 'fun' without cannibals!

Who: Zevran and you
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Arrival on the Hell Planet
When: Right now

Closed To Rowan

[A lot has happened in the whirlwind of him arriving. The oddly calming music, the strange and colorful paper that falls from the ceiling, and the pudding. It's doesn't really fit the burnt and destroyed atmosphere that this metal vessel is giving off. He didn't except to see a dead man walk up to him. He didn't expect his heart to surge with emotions as they kissed, touched, and spoke as only lovers would back to the bedroom.

The fact that Rowan was here made things a lot easier. Rowan knew some things about this place, but they were both learning together. Like right now, as they stalked through the dense forest, moving in the shadows trying not to make themselves out to be targets.]

Why do people eat others?

[Zevran is thinking out loud as he moves with careful footsteps. Maybe this isnt the best time to be talking about such a strange subject but...]

I mean-- I feel like humans wouldn't taste very good. Or elves for that matter. Most of us are so lanky to begin with, we must not have much meat on our bones. But do you think they just look at other people and instead of thinking 'wow, what a beautiful person, I want to fuck them.' Do they think 'I want to eat them'?

Fine elven crafts OTA

[Being an assassin, Zevran doesn't like it when he doesn't have weapons. While anything can be a weapon in his hands, he prefers his blades, his poisons, and his arrows. He doesn't have any of those right now, and the things on the ship were just not the best at what he needed them to do. Lucky for him, he remembered his time with the Dalish, even if it had been rather quick. He saw how they made their tools, how difficult could that be?

Turns out, very.

Zevran is struggling over some twine that he found. It's not the best bow string but its what he has right now. He takes a large piece of wood that he has found lying in the dirt somewhere, and with one end on the ground he tries to curve it by bending and trying the twine to it. It works for a moment, but then the wood breaks, the twine snaps in his face and with a yelp he falls back and holds his sting face.

New plan. Get his weapons back.]

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[ Sneaking is not a difficult task for a pair of rogues, but Rowan has already seen these cannibals in action. The Vieziri are definitely not a group of hunters that should be taken lightly — and despite scoping out the forest a few times already, they still have the upper hand.

They should probably be quiet, but Zevran talks and Rowan — stupid, stupid Rowan — cannot help but reply. He laughs first, shrugging. ]

You mean you haven't looked at someone and thought 'I want to eat them'? Because I have. Just not to the extent that these people do. [ He winks. Gross. ]

[Zevran hasn't seen these natives. He doesn't know how dangerous they are, and honestly he has seen Darkspawn. They can not be as bad as them.]

Oh, I have seen a few people I want a taste of.

[His teeth flash as he grins back at Rowan.]

But they can only savour them once. I'm lucky, I can taste mine more.

[ Leilani has decided that wandering around the forest can be quite nice, if she tells herself that the threat of cannibalistic hunters isn't quite as bad as it seemed to be. She's fought Darkspawn and Qunari warriors and demons and spirits and humans - cannibals are hardly the top of the list of 'awful things the Inquisitor has fought and survived'. All it means is that she's a little dirtier than usual with a few extra bruises.

The yelp is what attracts her attention and, frowning, she follows the sound. When she steps out and spots another elf she blinks, for a moment, as if it's some kind of illusion, voices in the back of her mind hissing at her in some language she has no hope of understanding just yet. When she realises what has happened... It's impossible for her not to laugh, her lips twitching a little as she tries to swallow it back. ]

Aneth ara. You should pick stronger wood.

[ Looking around, she frowns before she steps over and finds a new branch for him, moving to drop down next to him as if they're old friends and she knows exactly who he is. She has no idea, of course, but she reaches for his string and starts to make it for him, as if she was back with her clan and practicing what it meant to be a Keeper. ]

[Boy that's a way to see an old friend again. By coming around the corner just in time to see him get hit in the face with some twine. It's shock, nostalgia, and amusement all hitting her at once, leaving Riona standing and staring for a few seconds too long. That is most definitely Zevran, but the question is, does he remember her?

Chances are, probably not. She knows better than to assume Atroma will be that kind to her. She shoves all that down; she needs to make sure he's okay. Which, he appears to be as she steps closer. Probably a cut on his cheek. His pride probably took more of a hit than anything.]

Ah, I don't think that's... quite how that works.

[Before he had settled into life as a Hunter, Cyril had been up for an apprenticeship with the Crafter. He had learned quite a bit from her during those early years, and had mastered a lot more of his stills as an Artificer after he became the Inquisitor.

He's out in the woods setting traps to try and catch some of the more murderous of the raiders when he hears the yelp. Worried that it's someone who has been attached he quickly moves to the sound and finds an elf. Surprised, he pauses, just out of view for a moment as he tries to figure out what exactly made Zevran cry out.

When he realizes it was a broken weapon, Cyril carefully moves into a space where Zevran can see him.]

Do you need assistance?

[Zevran tenses for just a moment when he hears that greeting. He's heard it before, with his brief time with the Dalish and then again when the Warden called for their assistance. He has no idea what it means though, only that it's normally used in greeting. he doesn't know what to say in return, instead he just smiles an embarrassed smile as she comes closer.]

I will admit, I am more skilled with shooting the bow than crafting one.

[He watches as she picked up the piece of wood and makes it look so easy. His eyes looks at her face. His eyes narrow for a moment. She spoke Elven, and she clearly knows what she is doing, but she didn't have the tattoos that he was use to seeing on the Dalish. How odd.]

Beautiful and skillful. [He watches as she does what he could not.] It's impressive.

[Fenris was absolutely not expecting to run into Zevran of all people out here. He wondered when the other elf showed up, probably during all this mess. He approaches with some caution, always hard to tell at what point in the sprawling Thedosian timeline people are from. ]

...I think you would be better off sticking to blades.

[ She notes the way he guards himself, just a little, and she doesn't judge him for his lack of greeting in response. She's been around Sera and Solas long enough that she doesn't expect it, despite her heritage. She might be the most Dalish person in Skyhold but it doesn't make her quite as judgemental as some of her clan had been in the past; she doesn't have the time nor the energy to do it.

They get enough of it from humans, anyway, don't they? ]

It was the same for many people in my clan. I was always interested in how to craft, however.

[ His eyes burn onto her face and she knows, without even questioning him, what he must be thinking. She speaks of her clan, of crafting, of making things, but she has no vallaslin to prove that she was ever part of one. It's a question no one has really broached, yet, and she wonders if this stranger will be the first. At least his idle flirtation makes her smile. ]

It is simply what I was taught to do. I wished to be a hunter before I became First. [ Handing out the bow, she nods her head. ] I am Leilani of Clan Lavellan.

[He rubs his cheek with his hand as she comes near. Well, that is one way to make a first impression on a beautiful woman.]

Damn, it seems I have had it wrong this entire time.

[He chuckles and smiles to her.]

I'm use to weapons being just given to me. This is a bit much.

I need a ready bow.

[He chuckles and rubs his poor cheek. His pride hurts a bit more than his now bruised cheek. He's surprised to see another elf here of all placed. Guess more people from Thedas were kidnapped than just him and Rowan.]

Are you a Crafter then?

[If Zevran knew exactly Who Fenris was, maybe he wouldn't expect him either. But he doesn't. So he's wondering how this man knows his skill with blades. He must know the Crows or at least heard of Zevran in some way. He shrugs with a smile on his face.]

I definitely can't make a blade.

[He watches with interest as she works. She really does make this look easy. His eyes don't linger to long on her face, while it isn't something he is use to, most elves don't have vallaslin on their face, or they have faux marking such as his own.]

It is still impressive.

[He smiles and takes the bow from her. He examines it for a moment. It's well done for something she just found on the floor. Much better than what he would have done.]

Well met, my name is Zevran Arainai.

[So, she is a Dalish. A First at that. He didn't know a lot about the Dalish, only stories and then what little knowledge he gained through his stay. He knew that a First wouldn't be chosen if they couldn't deal with the pain of gaining vallaslin.
Maybe this was something her clan did? He hadn't heard of this before though.]

I thank you, Leilani. If not for your skill I would still be struggling.

[ Luckily, she doesn't have much of a problem being watched. She's spent the last handful of years having people watch her every move, judging her, testing her, and the gaze of a fellow elf doesn't shake her or upset her as much as it could. At least he's not scolding her or saying anything cruel, which she appreciates. She doesn't know what she would do if she had to stumble up to someone from her own clan. ]

Thank you.

[ She has her own machete at her side and she shifts, turning to look at him properly. He's handsome, she thinks, and he definitely knows he's handsome if she would hazard a guess. He reminds her a little bit of the Iron Bull, and it fills her with fondness. ]

Well met, Zevran Arainai.

[ The only problem she has now is that she's in the middle of nowhere with a stranger and too far from Justice for his gentle touches to her Anchor to soothe her. It stings, but she ignores it, trying to pretend her hand isn't glowing green and sparking a little bit, trying to hide it behind her back as she makes herself comfortable. ]

You're more than welcome. Do you have arrows for your bow?

That's true. Perhaps we should relay to them the pros and cons of eating people. We could change their minds and solve this whole issue with words.

[ OR, they could fight them. Because the Vieziri are hellbent on fighting them and no words, nor a strong leaflet campaign will get them to do otherwise. As he speaks, something whizzes past his head, a hunk of metal that he just barely manages to avoid. In an instant the good mood is gone, and Rowan is moving to cover Zevran as a group of Vieziri approach. ]

Care to give it a try? [ he jokes, adrenaline spiking as he reaches for the daggers he stole off a few of the hunters earlier. ]

Edited 2017-11-05 23:51 (UTC)

I was once almost one. I chose to be a Hunter instead.

[A small smile.] And the fact that you knew to ask means you're from Thedas? Antivan?

[He comes closer and holds out his good hand - the other is very noticeably made of wood - offering to take a look at the bow for him.]

[Ah the lack of recognition is somewhat comforting. Fenris can live with that- it's a little easier to deal with than trip around the minefield that is their world and all the facets that exist of it. ]

It is a shame- the Iskaulit has a forge- unfortunately it is up there. [He points skyward.] What ship are you on? If you have a security officer, they may be able to offer you a blade or two from their armoury.

You are more of a diplomat than I, my Warden.

[His grin fades at the sudden movement from the forest. He pulls the bow from his shoulder and a single arrow from his back. He didn't have time to make anything too fancy, and he only has 10 arrows. He needs to make these last, at least not until he can take something of use from their hunters.

He pulls the string back. The wood whines but luckily it doesn't break. It's simple, and nothing that can take the abuse he normally gives his weapons. It takes him less than a moment to pull, aim, and fire the arrow into the air. It hits a Vieziri in the chest and a guttural sound is heard as it falls. Zevran's eyes narrow as a more serious look appears on his face. He glances to Rowan.]

I'll cover you.

Edited (fucking phone tags) 2017-11-06 04:11 (UTC)

I have a few. Those are much less difficult to deal with.

[Most of them are just sharpen sticks, but at least a few of them have metal shrapnel attached to them. As long as they worked, they were fine with him. When she starts to hide her hand behind her back, his first instinct is that she is hiding something. Call him paranoid, but its what has gotten him this far in life.

His eyebrow raises for a moment. While he doubts that she would attack him now after she just helped him make a weapon, it could still happen. He isn't letting his guard down.]

Are you alright?

[When he hears that he stops what he is doing and stares. He was a security officer. Why was not told of this? Maybe because he was very distracted by a certain Warden.]

There is an armory?

[That would have been great to know.]

That I am. They must be forming a collection of us.

[He meets the extended hand with his own and gives it a firm shake. His eye glance to his other arm. He's seen older members of the Crows with missing limbs and fake attachments, but normally they were more for intimidation or making their job easier than everyday function.]

Zevran Arainai, well met.

[Cyril pauses at the name and raises his brow a bit - a clear sign that he's heard of Zevran before.]

Truly? The same Zevran Arainai who joined the Hero of Ferelden to end the Blight?

[Justice doesn't mean to be so quiet when he walks. He's just a spirit, so it happens naturally. His footsteps are silent as he approaches the elf, and he passes through the brush leaving it practically undisturbed.

And then the elf hits himself in the face with a piece of twine.

Justice's brow furrows in mild concern, but it may not be easy to read his expression because he always looks like he's glaring.]

Are you attempting to make a bow?

[That's what it looks like he's doing. He's doing it really badly, but that's what it looks like he's doing.]

[Hawke's been improving a bit. The weariness from calling on unpracticed magics is finally starting to subside as time passes and his leg is coming along healing naturally to where he doesn't have to lean so much on his makeshift staff unless he's been walking for hours. Granted, he's had to walk for hours back and forth to the signal tower and scavenging materials between crashed ships, but right now his limp isn't so bad that he can't use the stick instead to brace across his shoulders and balance two bags of scrap salvage he intends to take back to the Tourist to aid in her repair.

Or that's the plan anyway, until he hears a yelp. Being the heroic type he is, of course he rushes to investigate. There's cannibals about, after all, and he's not going to leave anyone to fight that alone.

Instead of cannibals however, Hawke finds a familiar elf in the dirt with his hand on his face.]

Zevran?!

[People do turn up in the strangest places.]

[ Sub-par his bow may be, but Rowan is still jealous that he has something even resembling a bow. He's not terrible with daggers, but he much prefers lobbing arrows into people's hearts and foreheads than he does going balls deep into the fray — especially now with cannibals involved.

At least he can trust Zevran to have his back while he does so. Rowan nods and almost seems to vanish into the treeline, appearing a few seconds later behind one of the Vieziri. A dagger drives through the back of the hunters throat, but the hunter still has enough time to reach back and toss Rowan over his shoulder and flat onto his ass, leaving him prone for another nearby to avenge his brother.

Ah, fuck. ]

[Ask nicely and maybe he will have that pretty elvan lady to make another. Perhaps they should have switched, Zevran is definitely more accustomed to daggers and getting up close and intimate with his victims. But they had little time to prep for this match, besides Rowan wasn't doing too bad. His form is a little off and his blade work could be better-- but it's not awful.

Zevran paused in his mental criticism as he watches Rowan fall to the ground. His heart skips a beat. His eyes widen as another mad hunter came with his blade raised. He can't help but recall the final battle they were in. That terrible roar, flashing light, and suddenly he was gone. He wasn't about to let that happen again.

He ran, throwing his bow to the ground as he rolls and grabs a dagger from a fallen hunter. He places himself between Rowan and the hunter, just in time for his blade to come down on him instead of the warden. The crooked blade stings as it sinks into his shoulder, but he doesn't mind it. It's better him than Rowan. His eyes narrow as he sees his opening. The hunter has both hands on the blade, pushing it deeper into Zevran, and he takes his own and with his free hand swipes fast and cuts deeply into the hunter's gut. It's enough to cause the other to shudder and stumble as blood and gore spills from him.]

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