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driftfleet2018-05-05 09:07 pm
theirondragon) wrote in driftfleet2018-05-05 09:07 pm
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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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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!)
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
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That's not a half-bad idea, but you've got to like it or it won't stick.
[He drinks more, looking thoughtful.]
Any ideas or do you need a hand?
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[He's just used to 'Justice' and having no name. It's hard for him to fathom what it would mean to have a name of his own.]
It is important to me that those I am close to like it as well. They are the ones who would be using it the most.
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People will like whatever name you pick because they like you and that name means you to them. That's how that works.
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[...Huh.]
I suppose that would make it easier, but I still do not have any ideas for what I would like my name to be. I would likely need assistance from others to think of one. [Spirits are not creative by nature.]
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...I don't know. I'm shit with human names. I knew a guy once whose name was Barold.
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[Justice didn't even know that he had preferences before one was suggested. Huh. Maybe the name matters to him more than he thought.]
Does it necessarily need to be human?
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Nah. Pick whatever you want. You thinking something elfy or dwarven?
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[Even with all of his lessons from Riona, he still pops out with weird things like that.]
But I believe I would find something elven or Qunari potentially just as agreeable as human. Elves are the closest to the Fade, but humans and Qunari dream as well.
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[He nods.]
I don't know elvish, but if you want something in Qunlat...Asala. It's...your soul. Or spirit.
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He cocks his head, staring at the ground.] Asala.
[He looks up at Bull again, surprised by how intensely he suddenly feels about this word.]
I like that one.
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That's great! So, Asala, how's it feel?
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The name doesn't feel quite his yet, but it feels like it is ready to be with time.]
It feels strange. It is not a bad strange, however.
I have come to like many parts of mortal life. I think I may like this one as well, with time.
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It's like getting a new pair of boots. They don't fit too well until you wear 'em in, right? You'll get used to it.
[And he motions to the cup.]
Now drink, Asala.
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[Justice obliges, taking a long drink. It already makes him feel a bit light.]
Then again, I have done many things in the mortal realm that I do not remember ever doing before.
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[He looks thoughtful for a moment.]
See, I saw the Fade once...in person. I don't feel any more comfortable there than you do here, Asala. Cole says things here are too real for most spirits. There? I don't feel like anything real enough.
[Justice's comment does strike his curiosity, though.]
What have you done, anyway?