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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.]

[krammbunctious]

Kramm, pleasure. [He holds a taloned hand out as greeting.] 'Weird shit' is a pretty good way of describing it. Space, space ... ships, planets ... here I thought Magic was a world of the unknown, and there's always been this big giant expanse right above my head the whole time!

[theirondragon]

Pleasure's mine, Kramm. [And the Iron Bull takes that taloned hand and gives it a firm shake. There's power in the grasp, carefully restrained and definitely stronger than any human's.

He ended the shake and shook his head, scoffing.] I know, right? So, Thedas is just a marble floating out there with a bunch of other marbles, right? That's what they look like, anyway. Planets.

[He doesn't say anything immediately, just watches the guy. Finally, because Bull doesn't know what discretion is, he just asks.] So, what are you? Never seen or heard of anything like you before. What "marble" are you from?

[krammbunctious]

If my marble had a name, I didn't quite catch it. I been a lot of places; Parnast, Brewhaven, the like, but I was still putting together the world at large. Going to miss not having that chance, but then again there's a lot here to make up for it.

As for me ... [He squares his own shoulders and grins; he wasn't used to being such a hot topic but there was something amusing in the attention he was getting from the other passengers for being so unique.] They call my kind Dragonborn, ancestors of the ancient chromatic dragons.

[theirondragon]

So what, you were a cartographer? [That...didn't sound like a half-bad gig actually, all things considered.

But you know what? There is a way more interesting topic of conversation here.]

Wait. So, you're people are descended from dragons? For certain?

[krammbunctious]

Cartogra-- [Takes him a moment but he figures it out,] Nah, nope. Just, ah, just an adventurer.

[He nods,] For certain. I mean, yeah it was -- a long, long, long time ago, but there's definitely a connection. And you, uh ... I mean I guess we're probably not from the same world if I don't look familiar, but we've got people that look like you in my world, called Tieflings.

[theirondragon]

"Adventurer"? That's a job? Is that like a merc without the commitment? [And he laughs at his own joke.]

[That gives Bull pause. Until this moment, no one from outside Thedas has ever seen anything like him before.]

...what's a tiefling?

[krammbunctious]

Ha, something like that. Escorts, pest control, you just go places and do what needs to be done.

Tiefling are people who have fiend or demonic ancestry. They're pretty cool. So, if you're not a tiefling ... what are you?

[theirondragon]

[See, Kraam? You guys were going great, and then you had to bring up demons.]

Not a demon.

[And the way he says the word strongly suggests he just tasted something incredibly fowl...or possibly nearly ate something he's allergic to, one.]

I'm Qunari...well, a Qunari Tal-Vashoth, but...Qunari.

[krammbunctious]

[Oh, ah, awkward. Kramm reaches up to hang his hand on the back of his neck.] Yeah, no, sorry. I didn't mean any offense. Demons are, like, pfft, whatever, y'know? Like yeah they're bad, but Tieflings get a bad rap. They can't help their ancestry.

[Just like he can't help being Chromatic descent, but he's still getting the better end of the deal.]

So, Qunari ... am I'm pronouncing that right?

[theirondragon]

Good for them. Not a demon.

[And he takes a deep breath. Half-demons? Can demons reproduce in his world? What kind of fucked up world is that, even? It makes his horns itch just thinking about it.]

Yeah, sure, Kramm. Close enough. See, there's this old legend, right? That we've got dragon blood. They're wild, you know, chaotic, and powerful as hell, also the horns. We don't know how, maybe the Tamassran's use some weird magic, who knows? But that's the idea. That's why we hold dragons sacred. All that power just begging to be conquered!

Are there still dragons where you're from? I'm talking High dragons, not those little drakes and wyverns. I mean huge, ancient beasts that spew fire and lightning and-argh, yeah! Like that?

[krammbunctious]

Wow, so you're like, your world's version of me?

[Maybe, maybe not. It's interesting to think about, now that this idea of whole other worlds has been busted open. Dragons on his world ... they could be sacred, or they could be sacrilege ...]

Yeah, we got dragons. We got everything like little shoulder-jockey psuedo-dragons to massive, ages old Ancient dragons ... in my world they aren't wild ... I mean, yeah, to some degree, but they're sentient, and smart, and cunning. Some of them, some of them are revered. The metallics, Bahamut ... great symbols of wisdom and power.

[He reaches up and tugs nervously at the fleshy tendrils at the back of head.] So there's, like, the Chromatics and the Metallics. Metallics tend to be, y'know, good and, ah, like, way less destructive.

[It's odd, breaking down your own world for someone else and realizing there are personal issues tied up in there that you haven't addressed and ... aren't quite ready to. Kramm clears his throat, laughs nervously, and waves his hand dismissively.] But, yeah, we got dragons. Big, fire breathing dragons. And, ice, and lightning, and - whaaaaaaaat ship are you on?

[theirondragon]

Yeah, I guess. [He shrugged. Aside from the horns, they didn't look much like dragons, the Bull could attest to that, not nearly like these Dragonborn anyway.]

Sounds similar, though I've never had a conversation with one. Always been a little too busy trying to kill me to chat. [He rolls a shoulder in a shrug.] That suits me just fine.

[That was a gear shift, but the Bull could follow it well enough. Something they were talking about had struck too close to home. Fair enough.]

The Heron. You?

[krammbunctious]

Vanquish.Ah, when I remember. All the ships look the same to me. I'm glad my shuttle knows where to go because I'm sure I'd get lost along the way.

I like this ship, though. It's got everything ... including enough space to walk around for a bit without feeling like you're circling.

[theirondragon]

Shit. [See? This is the second person he's met from the Vanquish, and it's just an awesome name, alright? Now a dragonborn lives there, too?]

When you remember? When you've got redheads like Natasha there?

[krammbunctious]

It's been a lot to take in.

Yeah, I mean I haven't talked to her too much but I know who she is. [He cocks his head slightly. He wondered if the big also-dragon descendant fancied her,] You know her well?

[theirondragon]

I know, right?

[He shakes his head. This is better, this line of conversation.]

Only met her once, but redheads are always feisty, and you can see it in her eyes. She is, too.

[krammbunctious]

I don't know that I've met too many red-heads. Is that really a thing? Is it all redheads in general or just the human ones?

[theirondragon]

Oh, I don't know. Most dwarves are feisty no matter their hair color. Tamassrans, too, but that's just us. [He smiles slightly for a moment before getting back to the task at hand.]

Elves? Yeah, it's pretty true. Humans? Most of the time, they're so cramped up from holding in all their desires anyway, they're all feisty once you get 'em going.

[He raises an eyebrow though.]

You can't tell me the ladies don't love the scales.

[krammbunctious]

Some of 'em do. Some prefer their own kind, whatever skin they're clothed in. Guys, too, and those in between. I can't say I feel like I've been given any preferential treatment over non-scaled humanoid persuasions, but I've had some ... enthusiastic partners. ['Some' meaning 'a couple here and there' because he's still fairly green in the world, just not entirely naive.]

They got a thing for horns, where you're from? Heh, are they horny ...?

[theirondragon]

Hell, yeah! [See. Sex? Sex Bull can get behind, no matter what, and he's grinning like a fool just thinking about it.

Kramm? He's got a lot going for him, and that...?

He chuckles, as much at Kramm's pun as where his mind goes with it.]

Ha! Shit yeah they are, and I tell you what, Kramm...if you ever want to ride the Bull, you just give me a call. [With the power he can already tell exists in that body...? And he's dragonborn...?] It would be magnificent.

[krammbunctious]

[Kramm goes silent for a moment. Despite the conversation's current subject manner he hadn't at all expected such an open proposition, but now that The Iron Bull - impressive in ways that made Kramm both jealous and bothered - has him thinking about it, well ... if black dragonborns could blush ...]

Heh, yeah, it would be ... I think I could be amenable to that.

[theirondragon]

[That put a very different but very excited smile on the Bull's face and he leaned in slightly.]

Yeah...? How are the beds on the Vanquish, Kramm? Sturdy? Big? Not that we need a bed...

[krammbunctious]

[Dragonborn are weighty creatures, and Kramm being a barbarian makes him that much more hefty; he's not used to being the smaller party, and having this Iron Bull leaning over him leaves him feeling an equal mixture of intimidated and excited.

He's not about to back down, or show any sign of vulnerability, pride being what it is, and doesn't budge, instead looking up with bright eyes and offering a smirk.]

Dunno. Can't save I've made much use of them one way or another.