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[theirondragon]

Who: The Iron Bull & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva, SS Heron, SS Iskaulit and beyond!
When: 4/30-5/4 (Marsiva and that broadcast), 5/5 for the Heron, anytime in the month of May for the rest!

↨ Arrival aboard the Marsiva/his first week ↨

[Before the seven foot, heavily muscled and grey-skinned (which is obvious due to the fact he isn't wearing a shirt)...man with exceptionally prominent horns stirs on the plush bed on the Hospitality Deck, he sniffs and immediately frowns.]

Weird.

[His voice is a deep, slow baritone, with a slight accent that's difficult to place. The transmission is coming from his blind side, though, which is obvious by the eye-patch over where his left eye should be.

He hasn't noticed the camera. He moves to a sitting position, large hands on the edges of the bed and sniffs again, this time himself. And then he snorts.]

Weirder.

[He shakes his head (which is impressive with those horns) as though to clear and stands, giving a look around. To say the big guy looks uneasy is an understatement...and then he notices the huge viewing bay.

It's hard to say what's more disturbing to the giant: the idea that he somehow knows he's drifting through the fast openness of existence, or the simple act of looking at it, but he swallows. Hard. And turns away from the window, taking a seat back on the cot, which creaks slightly but holds.]

...shit. That's...a lot of nothing out there.

[Right out there. Through some glass. Shit.]

(OOC: If you want to just continue the TDM thread, that's cool! Just let me know, and you're totally free to PM this journal)

↨ Arrival aboard the SS Heron, Bridge | Saturday (5/05) ↨

[You know, it's one thing to keep a guy locked up on some weird ship after you kidnapped him, shoved something in his head, and gave him a bath. It's another to randomly move him to some other place surrounded by consoles and glowing lights, shower him with confetti, and just leave him there. Without a warning.

The Bull was a massive form to suddenly appear on the bridge of the SS Heron, and the startled cry and step back did nothing but rap his horns sharply against whatever delicate instrument was behind him at the time and send a painful vibration through his skull.]

Shit! [He took a heavy breath to calm his rising panic. It's fine. No weirder than what was out there.] Tight quarters in here. [The remark was muttered to himself for than anything as he carefully moved a hand to the top of his head to massage away the beginnings of a headache and gave a look around.]

Wherever the hell here is. [He could only assume it was one of the ships in the fleet, but which one? He'd been told there were several of them.]

↨ SS Iskaulit | OTA and Whenever ↨

[He couldn't be more relieved to know this ship existed. Getting there was weird, just knowing how to fly the shuttle, and if he thought about that too much he started to get real twitchy, so he decided to just think of the thing in his head as...like knowing where to aim a swing to take off a guy's head in one blow. You didn't think about where to swing. You just did and off it popped. Yeah. Flying the shuttle was like that.

Bullshit, but it was enough of a comfort to keep him sane, at least for a little while. Now this place? It was going to take a lot of exploration to really get a feel for it. It was almost possible, wandering the random collections of establishments, to ignore the fact that this was all in a giant ship floating in the middle of space. He wasn't difficult to spot, at 7'5" tall and at least three feet wide (with some really impressive horns), and as he gets more acquainted with the fleet over the course of the month, between travelling to planets and whatnot, he'll be found here on off-hours more often than not. You know, if he's not enjoying the fact that there's actual air somewhere.

He can be encountered at a number of establishments throughout, actually, though being the only naturally occurring mountain in a place that's completely fabricated, he steers clear Maab's Sceptre...because there's just something not right about that thing. Maybe it's because it's the only thing around that is right, but...yeah. Space Bar's a nice dive, and he's there pretty often, willing to chat up anyone to walks in, and share a drink...or a few...more. The smells from the Melting Pot get his attention, too, and something other than the fake crap on the Heron is always welcome.]

↨ Wildcard ↨

(OOC: Want to do a thing that isn't here? Awesome! Drop me a line through PM, at vikael, or on Discord at prettyvikael#0221! I will most likely be doing some stuff with the system and I'd love to plot something out with people! Otherwise, I'll probably throw him at other peoples' things!)

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Iskaulit Hallways

[krammbunctious]

[Kramm spends a fair bit of time on the Isklaulit himself; sometimes because he just enjoys wandering and his legs have a tendency to get restless, othertimes because he's had too much beer and isn't fit to shuttle back to the Vanquish.

Either way, the sizeable dragonborn is caught with a wide grin when he happens to see Iron Bull; his world had more than a few not-human races running about, and while some places had more of one representative than another, so far the Fleet had been more human than he's ever really been surrounded with. Seeing someone ... Tiefling, he thinks .. decided not human, he feels a little less like a sore thumb.]

Hail and well met! Gotta say, I'm glad for the change of scenery!

[theirondragon]

[First thing about this guy is the sound of his clothing against his...scales? Holy shit! He wasn't scared, he was prepared for weird shit, weirder people, but...look, the Qunari believe there's dragon blood in them somewhere down the line, but this guy?

Years of Ben-Hassrath training are all that keep him from just immediately fan-boying. In fact, he's totally completely chill.]

Sure, well met. [And The Bull squares his shoulders a bit.] It's all weird shit to me. [Including you.] The Iron Bull. [By way of introduction.]

Space Bar

[fantachetic]

[ If there's anywhere at all to find Bull, it's at a bar. The Space Bar may not be the Herald's Rest, but Varric still was the one to establish it. It feels closer to Thedas than the bar run by a demon. Interesting man, at least. Bull is not a very difficult man to find, and Dorian invites himself to sit across from him at one of the tables once he's gotten himself a drink. ]

Somehow, I was certain I'd find you here.

[ Because they both love a good drink and escapism. ]

Space Bar

[theirondragon]

[Bull does not, in fact, know the other bar is run by a demon. That's probably a good thing, at least until he gets better settled here...and less disturbed by literally everything. Still, in here, at a table? It's almost possible to forget the weird shit outside that door.

that particular thing because a lot easier to ignore when an actually familiar face joined him. He smiles, because until this moment, Dorian's just been another face on a screen. He's real and here. That's...very comforting. Bull's also only had one ale, so he's actually still sober. In fact, he's still nursing it.]

Dorian! [And that smile turns into a smirk.] That anxious to see me, big guy?

Heron;;

[reconstitution]

[ He heard the chime signalling a newcomer from his bedroom. The one convenient thing that the Atroma managed to do was announce fresh meat. Bucky makes his way to the bridge, because most of them are disoriented from the sudden change and typically confused. What he absolutely doesn't expect is a monster of a figure looming in the bridge. He's startled, but this guy is still crew. He looks the guy over, and he doesn't recall ever coming up against someone this big before. Feeling small isn't something he's familiar with- usually he's the one that's looming. ]

Tight quarters everywhere. Welcome to the Heron.

Heron;;

[theirondragon]

[Bull's gut reaction is to turn quickly, but he summons up all his years of Ben-Hassrath training and, recalling exactly where he's struck the console, leans and turns slowly at the address, and takes Bucky in. Seen action, clearly, surly, commanding. He could roll with it.

It was almost familiar, and at this point, the Bull was grasping at anything that was.]

You the one in charge around here?

Heron

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha spends enough time on the Heron, it's not strange for her to be there during a placement. It's not even the first time. The surprise comes when she peeks in on the bridge to get a sense of the situation.

Her surprise is momentary, taking in the span of his horns. Almost as soon as it sinks in, her expression turning to something like dry amusement.]

Hey. Sorry abut the headroom?

[theirondragon]

[Ben-Hassrath training being what it is, he doesn't jump when she speaks, but turns slowly, mindful of the place his horns had made contact, and then he raises an eyebrow and a slight smile touches his lips, even as he finishes rubbing away the discomfort in his head caused by the vibration of the blow.]

I'm used to it. They just don't build things for Qunari around here.

[Shit she's hot, and a redhead.]

The Iron Bull. You the one in charge around here?

Iskaulit

[bryces_pup]

[Riona caught wind of a rumor that one of the recent arrivals was very... tall. And had horns. It all screamed Qunari to her, so she decided to keep an eye out.

And lo and behold, she comes across the man in question as she takes Kiter for a walk on the Iskaulit. Yep, he's big and tall, dwarfing even Sten. Kiter barks in greeting to Bull, and Riona walks up to meet him.]

I feel bad for your horns. The ships in the fleet aren't built for Qunari stature and horns.

[theirondragon]

[He heard the dog before her, but Ferelden Mabaris were hard to miss, too. He looked over to the two of them. The Mabari was enough to tell him she was from Thedas, but knowing she was familiar with Qunari was good to know, too. He looked down at Kiter momentarily and smiled a greeting at the guy right back before looking up to Riona.]

Hey, they appreciate it, but they've handed worse.

[He nods a greeting to her as well, and he seems pretty good at not hitting his horns on the walls as he does it.]

The Iron Bull. Pleasure to meet you both.

Heron

[perservering]

[ Carol doesn't spend a lot of time on the bridge. She usually does a check at the beginning of her shift and at the end, making sure all the weapons are accounted for and there's no suspicious logs anywhere. There hasn't been, no yet anyway. But in order to see when thing are going wrong, she needs to have a solid idea of what it looks like when they're going right.

She does make a point to be on the bridge on Saturdays during the shuffle. She never knows whether or not anybody is going to show up, or what state of mind they'll be in. She's armed when she does this. Just a pistol on her hip and a knife in her boot. Neither too conspicuous, both within easy reach if necessary.

The man who appears on the bridge is massive and has horns. And seems completely off-balance on the bridge in a way that could go pear-shaped if it's not handled right.

Carol smiles and tilts her head as she looks up at him. ]

Hey. I'm Carol. You're on the bridge of the Heron. Guess you're gonna be staying with us. [ She checks the manifest. ] Oh! Looks like you've been assigned to maintenance. [ She gestures toward herself and laughs softly with a bit of an eyeroll. ] I'm the security officer, if you can believe that.

[theirondragon]

[Still rubbing the crown of his head as the vibrations from his sharp encounter with the console behind him subside, he turns slowly at the sound of her voice, noting her comment. Maintenance. That sounded right. He didn't get why it sounded right, and that meant he was moving on from that particular train of thought in a hurry.

Instead, he takes her in, as her gesture invited, nothing the hilt of a knife just barely visible at the top of her boot, and the grip of a pistol, something like an automatic crossbow for bullets he somehow understands, and nods, also noting how comfortable she is with their presence. He smirks.]

I believe it.

[And he could tell from the ease with which she was taking him in she wasn't afraid to use either of them. That was pretty hot, but also something to be expected in a security officer, at least he would assume.]

I'm The Iron Bull, and I guess I'll be fixing shit around here.

[His glances back in the direction of the console he'd met first.]

And breaking shit, I guess.

Iskaulit (where they've totally been all along in this thread)

[whatisright]

Continued from here.

[Justice perks at the mention of Cole, as if he doesn't understand that the grumbling is supposed to be a complaint. Either that or he doesn't care.]

You have met Compassion?

[All in all, this is a better reaction than he was expecting.]

I do not understand the question. My virtue creates all that I am. I am still alive and intact, so it is going as well as it can be.

Iskaulit (I mean clearly)

[theirondragon]

[Bull doesn't say anything for at least a few moments, because Justice's explanation pinged him in a place he never thought he'd be hit: where he was raised. Under the Qun, role was everything. It defined where you went, who you spoke with sometimes, and how your life would play out.

Justice was...Justice. He stood for it, was defined by it...Cole, Compassion...I want to help the hurt. Fuck, kid.]

I need a drink. [He looked over to the weird spirit again.] This place has a tavern, right? Tell me it's got a tavern.

Iskaulit - Space Bar

[samahl]

[Cyril had wanted to find some time to socialize and blow off some steam and the Space Bar was a good place to do that. When he enters and sees Bull, he grins and comes closer.]

Why hello, The Iron Bull. Nice to meet you in person.

[Cyril might know who Bull is, but the same can't be said in return. As this is before Cyril went to the planet, he is missing the arm the Anchor once resided in, but he seems confident enough now that people are used to seeing the way he pins up that arm of his shirt.]

You promised me some stories about your Inquisitor, if you have a moment.

Iskaulit - Space Bar

[theirondragon]

[Bull has already decided this ship is going to be seeing a lot of him. It's bigger, it's open, this bar is bad ass, people can just walk in like things are normal, you can pretend you're not in a huge ship in the middle of space.

And then this guy walks in. He notices the arm, the lack of it, he looks questioning and concerned...because that's two of you. That means his boss is probably also the same.

Damn.]

Cyril! [And he's not going to be a dick about it.] Sit down! Have a drink, and we'll talk.

Video!

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose doesn't make it an offer to stalk the network, but every so often they get a new arrival who is very obviously new. She should be nice and not go out of her way to torment the new people...]

[Well, the least she can do is scale back the sarcasm a bit.]

Yes, you'd think with as cramped as our quarters are here, it wouldn't be so empty out there. Unfortunately, that's not the case.

Video!

[theirondragon]

[He's trying to think of an analogy, because doing something like that is helpful, to make it make sense, to rein in the chaos in his mind. Dorian had helped, talking to him that is. There were ships.]

Nah. It's like a sea, right? A...really...big sea. Ships are always cramped.

[And then he looked over to the comm feed. And just watched for a moment.

Nope. Never seen anything like her before. There's something adorable about her, though, and it might have had something to do with the fact that she looked as dangerous as she did cute.

That's hot.]

I'm the Iron Bull.

video

[the_tailor]

I guess you've never been up in space before, huh? There's...definitely a whole lot of nothing most of the time, but it gets better when you actually get somewhere. Think of it like an ocean! But you can't swim in it. Seriously, don't step out there without a spacesuit, bad things will happen.

[Helpful Lance is helpful.]

video

[theirondragon]

Like what?

[He exceptionally freaky part of...everything was at least starting to wear off. He was starting to relax, which was a good thing, considering he was apparently going to be here for a while.]

You could die? Like in the ocean?

[See, he's got that part, at least.]

SS Iskaulit

[ginger_firebird]

[Mantis is quite content to treat himself to a drink after a couple of hours on the ice, so it's a bit jarring to almost literally bump into someone arguably larger than an old coworker. Hello Bull, meet Mantis.

He takes a step back to fully take in the overall picture of masculinity and pure mass before walking into the bar properly.]

Looma will probably take a great deal of interest in you if she ever gets away from the competitions on the planets. [He sets the skates on the floor and orders an orange juice mixer.] Psycho Mantis. I'm the personnel support of the Bishop. You have to be new here. I'd remember the horns.

[theirondragon]

[You know, Mantis isn't even the weirdest thing he's seen in the last hour, so he's good. He does look down at him when he speaks, though, and raises an eyebrow.

Yes, Mantis. That is a lot of masculinity to take in.]

Should I look her up? [He smirks until Mantis introduces himself. Then he full-on grins.]

Psycho Mantis. That's a name! The Iron Bull. [He offers a hand.] Maintenance on the Heron.

Space bar

[worn_wings]

[ It's Carl who tells him about the Iskaulit, but when Daryl finally goes to check it out, he's on his own. A sad truth: he heard there was a bar, and decided the novel idea of getting really drunk and feeling pissed off about being kidnapped and miserable about what's going on sounded great.

That's not what he's doing-- he tries not to get drunk anymore, it just never feels safe enough-- but he does go have a beer and think about it.

But then a guy sits down next to him that looks like he came off the back cover of a heavy metal album, and Daryl can't help but massively side-eye the dude. Look, he doesn't really mean to be a dick, he knows he shouldn't stare, probably, it's just this space alien society is taking some adjustment for him. ]

Space bar

[theirondragon]

[Bull's not oblivious to people staring at him. Far from it. He's used to it even back home. Qunari don't get out much, and if they do, they're usually bandits...or, you know, mercenaries...which, well, the latter fit the bill, but still, even back on Thedas, people didn't trust the "ox-men."

Not that Bull ever let that bother him. At Daryl's side eye, Bull just grinned, flagging down the barkeep to order a tall and strong one before saying anything.]

Never seen a Qunari before, huh? [He shrugs.] Don't worry about it. I get that a lot. [He inclines his head slightly, taking up that drink once it's placed before him and raising it slighting in Daryl's direction.] Name's The Iron Bull. Nice to meet ya.

iskaulit - Space Bar

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ As much as Kirk enjoys being dirt side these days, he needs a break from all the branded crap and the hype. The Iskaulit and the ships in general are a nice reprieve from that - plus the drinks are cheaper, and he might know someone who works at the bar. So, two for one.

He walked in, the branded jacket around his waist, looking a bit bruised up since he had crashed out earlier in a bike race. He healed pretty well, but even things like this took a couple days. But hey, maybe it made him look cooler? He blinked when he caught sight of the very tall, very muscular, and horned man sitting at one of the tables. ]</sub>

You got room for one more?

_{[ No one else was in the bar at the moment, and if there was company, he would prefer that to sitting alone. ]}

iskaulit - Space Bar

[theirondragon]

[Bull was never going to be one to turn down the company. Drinking alone was something you did when you were depressed, not when you were trying to be sociable...or trying to learn things about the people who were sharing space with you. The big guy knew he hadn't met or seen half of the people in the Fleet and he always took note of a new face. He gave a nod to another chair at the table.]

Have a seat. The more the merrier, right?

[He took note of Kirk's appearance and his injuries, minor as they were.]

You look like you've been kicking ass on one of the planets around here.

[He's walking. It wasn't his ass that was kicked, obviously.]

iskaulit - gym

[warpandweft]

[Life aboard a spaceship has been surprisingly tranquil. Although Alucard supposes that when your purpose of being "at sea" isn't piracy privateering, then your life would be more serene. At least there have been the friendly competitions down on the planets. Those have been exciting.

It's because of those competitions that he's doing some training work in the gym. It's very considerate that there's a sectioned off space specifically for magic-users, since his training is absolutely a mix of magic and physical. There are a few practice dummies set up, and he has two big bowls of water set up on either side of the room. Working with earth (and therefore metal) seems like a very unwise decision when he's surrounded with it, so water it is. His long hair is pinned back, his clothes a little plainer and simpler than normal.

Alucard's movements as he attacks the dummies are more fluid and pronounced than they probably would be if he were really fighting a sentient enemy. In reality, he has enough control that he does not need to do more than flick his fingers to control his elements. In an actual fight it's better not to telegraph your intentions. But he is trying to get an actual workout, which means that he moves around more, gestures large as he directs streams of water and shards of ice into and around the dummies. Now and again, they're also buffeted by some unseen force. He's something of a show-off, even when he's not aware of being watched.]

(ooc: let me know if this setting works!)

[theirondragon]

[Finding the gym on the Iskaulit was a welcome experience to the Bull. As the days went on, he realized this journey into a system where tourneys were a thing was, well, temporary. He had an aggressive streak a mile long, too, and being in such quarters was starting to worry him. He didn't want to hurt anyone he actually cared about.

So, making his way to the gym, he had a plan: he'd beat the shit out of dummies until he didn't want to hit things anymore. He was expecting that to take all day.

For some reason, he hadn't been expecting company, but the sounds from the slightly private area in which Alucard was training caught his attention. He's never seen anyone wield magic quite like this guy, though there were a few Vint mages who fought close up like this, but not quite the same.

He crosses his arms, leaning against a spare training dummy and waits for a lull in Alucard's routine before he says anything.]

Fancy footwork.