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→ A - Enjoying big open spaces | Tropical | Various times ←

[The SS Iskaulit was nice and all, but it was still winding halls where streets should be and rooms where buildings should be. The Bull was getting used to it...slowly, but that didn't mean he was enjoying it. Add to that his bunk on the Heron didn't quite accommodate his bulk, and he practically jumped at the chance to visit a planet. Stepping foot on this particular rock marked the first time he'd ever been on a world that wasn't his own and the idea was having an odd effect on the Iron Bull. He wasn't usually quiet or introspective, but he found himself on a nature trail of all places, having let his feet lead him more than anything else. Dense vegetation pressed in against the modern walkway on all sides, and the sounds of nature were all around. He even heard a troop of monkeys off in the distance, using their calls to navigate roughly south, if he was listening right.

It was really the first time he'd taken the chance to really think about everything. He'd grown up in a place like this, but Par Vollen was lost to him. After everything he'd done, how devoted he'd been, one choice had labeled him an outsider, Tal-Vashoth. His soul was dust, and he was still working on what that'd meant. On Thedas, he'd had the Chargers, the men and women he'd thrown all he was away for, he'd had the Inquisition, He'd had Brionne Trevelyan who was a damned good boss, and he'd had saving the world. Here had had more faces who knew him than the other way around, he had shit shoved in his head, he had...a job. He had that. He had one face he actually knew. He had a routine, even if it was a damned shitty one.

He took a deep breath and a vibrant flower caught his eye, bringing a smile to his lips, and maybe by the look of it, a fond memory. He'll even comment if someone happens to be nearby, as he reaches out and plucks it from its stem, reaching up to tuck it into the strap of his eye patch.]

It's a Dahlia. They grow all over the place on Par Vollen. [He rolls his shoulder in a shrug. It smells like his Tama, she'd always liked them, and nobody gets to judge that.] It's awesome to find them here. They're pretty.

→ B - And the beach because reasons | Sandy Shores | Various times ←

[The nature trails were nice and all, but the feelings were uncomfortable and they really made him want to hit something. He'd been hearing about all the sports teams, and competitions that were as varied as the people around here, and the people with the Fleet. The teams themselves were weird, but he ultimately chose to represent the Gliders, because those guys needed a secret weapon, and if there was one thing Bull was good for, it was being cheered on to kick an ass...or you know, wrestle, or whatever. Instead of immediately jumping on the bandwagon of getting into sports, and looking to actually enjoy the warm weather on this planet, and the smell of salt air, and to figure out exactly what a "tourist" was, he found his way to one of the beaches. Distracted from the beach itself by all the weird shops around, he found himself a shirt, a button down that didn't actually need to be buttoned in this heat (and left himself open for inspection which was always welcome) in a print that represented his team, because the Bull's a team player like that,a pair of shorts since he was a "tourist" and that's apparently how they dressed, and a cute little pink drink in a weird glass because that's all they were selling at the little cabana on the way to the beach. It was good, though. It had banana in it, which was awesome.

He made his way down to the beach after that, just reclining in the sand and enjoying the view...whether that was the horizon, or all the bodies in scant clothing, splashing each other in the waves or building sandcastles, or you know, whatever. ~~It's all of the above.~~ He always welcomes company, of course, wither it's at a beach shop looking at clothing, at the bar getting booze (or refills), or down at the beach, or anywhere in between. Even if he's "blending" as a tourist, at 7.5 feet and with horns like that, he sort of sticks out.]

→ C - Competitions/Wildcard | Various | Various times ←

[Bull is down for a variety of competitions, though he's probably going to stick to those related to strength. HMU through PM or on plurk at vikael if you've got another scene you'd like to play out! I'm really flexible, or feel free to just write up a thing. I'm down with all things!]

[ Of all the places he could have started at, Carl goes for the setting that reminds him of home the most. Not their current home, but back in Georgia, where the weather was hot and humid most of the year, and palm trees could be found if you looked in the right places. He walks along the path at a slower pace, just enjoying the quiet by himself and the sounds of birds up in the trees. No sound of walkers groaning in the foliage, nor any other indications of people nearby. It's peaceful, for once.

The further along he gets, he happens to run into the Iron Bull. Carl forgot how big he was, and it's startling enough that his hand reaches briefly to the knife strapped to his leg before he remembers himself. A knee-jerk reaction to the unexpected. He should have gotten used to that by now, but habits hard-learned are the worst to get rid of.

He offers The Iron Bull a smile, which broadens as he tucks it into his eye patch. It's a sight to behold. ]

I don't think I've ever seen one before. I dunno.. I'm kinda bad with plants and flowers.

[If Bull was honest, he was glad the kid showed up. The sorts of thoughts he was having usually ended in him needing to beat the shit out of something...or vice versa. Either way, it wasn't something that was going to happen here, and Carl was a good kid.]

I only know what it's called 'cause my Tamassran liked 'em so she kept 'em around. They usually grow pretty deep in the jungle.

[He turned to he could continue chatting with Carl, but leaned against the railing of the nature walk.]

What are you doing out here, kid? Enjoying all the open air?

Tamassran? Is that like a teacher?

[ He enjoyed learning about the world that Leilani, and now Bull, came from. It's so different from his own by a long shot. ]

More or less. This place reminds me a little of home. Less jungle and more humidity. The palm trees are nice, I miss them.

Sort of. [He nods. Bull hadn't actually meant to mention his Tama. It always got complicated when people were curious. Still, the kid asked. He deserved at least a decent answer.] Tamassrans raise us, Qunari, with others our age. They teach us, take care of us, and assess us for our roles once we come of age. It's...yeah. Tamassrans are teachers. [Who decide who you're going to mate with, but the kid doesn't need all that information right now.]

Me too. [He scoffs and shakes his head.] How long have they had you on this show if theirs, kid?

[ He's a teenager and he's curious, so of course he's going to ask. So long as he's not overstepping boundaries, he'll continue to ask Bull questions about home. Or what home means to him. ]

Are other Qunari as big as you are? [ He thinks back on what Bull said, eyebrow furrowed. ] So.. they teach you and tell you your job? How do they know what's going to be best? You don't get a say in it?

[ Carl shrugs, making himself comfortable sitting on the railing opposite Bull. ] Almost two years.

Heh, nope. [He shakes his head along with his laugh.] I've always been a big guy, even by Qunari standards.

[He shrugged.]

They watch us, see what we're good at. They're our teachers, too, yeah. Sort of makes them pretty qualified to tell where our strengths lie, right?

[You don't get a say in it. There was that "personal freedoms" hang-up everyone seemed to have, like the Qunari were slaves or something.]

Not really, no, but it's just as well, because the Tamassrans are really good at figuring out exactly what you're good at, so when you do it, that's your job, it's what you do for the community. All that crap about "personal freedom" and choice...I don't know, I guess it works for other people. I've seen it kill a lot of people, too, and a lot of good people go to waste doing things that didn't suit them.

[He could only hope running the Chargers actually did suit him, because otherwise...gah, it was stupid to think about otherwise.] Shit. That's a lot time.

[But sometimes thinking about home was nice.]

So, tell me about the place on Earth with the palm trees.

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I guess I can see why it's a good thing if that's what they're there for. Who won know better than them, right? It would help, not having to figure out what you wanted to do instead of just doing what you were good at?

People do a lot of shit because they're free to. Choice can harm as much as hurt.

[ He's seen it happen enough times to know. People get killed from their choices. Carl is happy to change the subject and offers a fond smile. ]

Sure. Georgia is the state I'm from originally. It's down south, closer to the equator, so it's hot and humid most of the year. It rains often, but usually not for long. Doesn't get cold often, and I've only seen snow a few times.

Edited (iconssss) 2018-05-27 02:31 (UTC)

Shit, yeah it can. I mean, most jobs have choices, too: who to interrogate, where to scout, what to say at a meeting. Just because you're doing a job someone else gave you doesn't mean you don't get to choose.

And...finding what you're good for, what you're best at? It's...it's hard to explain ...to people who've never been there. [And now he's an outsider, too, a Tal-Vashoth, a soulless thing. If he could go back, he'd make the same decision, but that didn't make it any easier to look forward and, for the first time, not see a path through all the shit he had to walk through. He didn't know how to explain it to the kid, though, so at length, he just shook his head slightly, turning his interest to this "Georgia". It sounded a lot like Par Vollen, with the rainy seasons, the warmth, the humidity, though he'd never actually seen snow until he went to Orlais.

One thing did catch his attention, though, and he raised his eyebrow.]

Hang on. South? It's warmer south?

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[Looma on the other hand, largely was all about the competitions, but even her highly competitive nature was no match for a good beach. Mostly because she spent most of her life on a barren desert hellworld where if the climate didn't kill you, the wildlife would, or maybe you'd even be supremely unlucky and get killed in battle for a change. Beaches were new and different and she was still trying to get better at actually staying above the water, so they were a natural draw. Although, in between those riveting adventures-in-not-drowning, she was trying to sample the alcoholic wares offered by several of the little beach cabanas.

And on this particular booze sampling venture, Bull ahd grabbed her interest immediately- though possibly for more innocent reasons than he was used to. Which was why he now had an equally massive four-armed princess striking up conversation with him at the bar- while he might have enjoyed a slight edge in sheer bulk, when it came to sheer size that was about the only difference between them. She looked every bit as capable of getting stuck in a human sized doorway or tearing someone in half, she just had an extra set arms to help with both.

Though she would settle for knowing she had superior taste in teams, seeing as how she was sporting one of the black Officially Licensed ~~for some absurd reason~~ Starstriker two-piece swimsuit numbers. Even if someone had to toy with the halter top a bit to make room for the extra set of arms.]

You there- you seem like a fellow offworlder. What would you recommend?

[Because hey, while Bull was no Tetramand, he also sure didn't look to be a local. It was probably easier to get an unbiased opinion out of him than from anyone on the other side of the bar. And at bare minimum, at least both of them could have a conversation where they didn't have to look down to keep eye contact.]

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[Yeah, Bull was usually pretty competitive, too, but he's still acclimating to this whole thing, and on top of it, they'd been doing a lot of fighting demons and other weird crap, and it was nice to have a break.

Maybe deal with all the shit he's been ignoring. That sounded like a nice, healthy thing to do, right? He actually looked over when Looma approached before she actually said anything to him...because...that was an impressive frame, and did she have four arms?

Four really muscular arms she could probably take a lot of names with, and a lot of other things. He rolled his shoulder in a shrug at her question, though, and smiled, raising his glass of very pretty pink drink.]

The pink shit's good, could be stronger though.

[It's definitely saying something about whatever universe she calls home that the weirdest thing about this entire thing is Bull's choice of words. Sure, she's never seen anyone like him before- well, as far as the horns go, anyway- but one of them has obviously spent far more time around humans than the other.]

And yet you choose to refer to it as such.

[Look just because she's a couple years into adulthood doesn't mean she's gonna repeat a swear, she is ~~technically~~ a princess and would never. Still, she'll nonetheless flag down the barman with her left arms and order up what Bull's having.

But that doesn't mean she has to ignore him entirely while she waits, either.]

So- are you simply a wanderer, or someone else dragged unwillingly into this pathetic excuse for a fleet? You are obviously not local, so there are only so many explanations for why you are on this planet...

I don't know that we're pathetic but, I guess I've never really been part of a fleet so I wouldn't know.

[He shrugs.]

This place reminds me of my homeland. [He smirks.] And the drink's sweet. Drink shouldn't be sweet, but it's not bad.

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