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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

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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What, you mean you humans aren't all the same either? [He grins at his own joke.] Shit, I got to pay better attention.

[He nods.]

You ended the last Blight...by killing an Archdemon, which...aren't they supposed to be the old Vint gods or something? Dragons?

Right, fair point. [She grins a little sheepishly.] It's just that most of us don't get to interact with a lot of Qunari often, and most tend to present a very... monotone, rigid front. Sten did at first, too.

[But maybe that's just how most Qunari are to others outside their kind.]

Supposedly yes. The one I killed was Urthemiel, or so they say. But Archdemons are most definitely dragons.

Most southerners you mean. [He chuckles.] You met a Sten of the Beresaad. No shit he was uptight. [He shakes his head, though.] Whatever the Antaam was doing in Ferelden, anyway...

[It's not his business anymore, anyway.]

Nice. Yeah, I don't know much about Vint history, just what they say about Blights and where they come from. We don't have much of a problem with Darkspawn in Par Vollen.

[He nods, though, grinning because, shit, it's not like he can help it.]

Okay. So. When you finish walking your dog, we're having drinks, and you're telling me about this fight, right?

The only ones who count, of course. [Entirely a tease, but she can't help it.] Sten was sent with a squad to learn about the Blight and darkspawn, as it were. Sten got stranded and tagged along with us. But while he was uptight, he was rather curious about things. Loves cookies. And playing with kittens.

[Bless Leliana for discovering that.]

You're fortunate for that, and frankly you're welcome that the last round didn't make it up that way. [People accuse Fereldans of making up the Blight, but Riona supposes that's part of why she fought so hard: so no one else would have to experience it.]

Oh am I? Well, it has been awhile since I've recounted it. [Kiter barks in agreement, tail wagging.] He seems up for it. I'll let you pick the place and I'll tell you alllll about it.

[So that's how the Antaam learned about the Blight. That makes sense. He chuckles though.]

...wait...tell me more about your Sten. What did he look like?

[He shrugs.]

They'd figure out how to deal with it. The Qunari are pretty crafty that way. Still, I was in Orlais ten years ago. The Blight got a lot closer to home.

[But all of that pales in comparison to this. He nods.] Space Bar. Know the place?

Hornless. An oddity among Qunari, I've heard. I also heard he's a sten anymore, but arishok.

[Yep, the now-arishok is her old buddy.]

I'll happily applaud their craftiness and let them have at the darkspawn if the Qunari find a way to cure the taint. There's little else one can do with darkspawn otherwise, besides kill them. [And maybe negotiate with them, if they're of the Architect's kind, but that is so not something she'll be discussing.]

Of course. It's my favorite one to go to. Shall we mosey over?

Oh, shit, yeah. I heard about that guy...didn't know he knew you, though.

[Not that he had any reason to know that.]

Who knows? Maybe they will, one day. More power to 'em. [Them. Yeah. That still stung.]

After your, Your Highness. [And he motions.] I'll mosey right behind you.

Good to hear Sten's moving up in the Qun world. I wonder if he still likes cookies. It's hard sending a tin of them to the Arishok, especially when he moves around a lot.

[Yes, she's absolutely done that. Because while Sten drove her crazy sometimes, she still misses the guy.

The use of "them" doesn't go unnoticed, but seeing as she's just met the guy, she'll simply file it away for now. No need to dredge that up.]

Please, just Riona. The title doesn't really mean much here. [She leads the way, beginning their, yes, moseying towards the bar. Luckily it won't be a far walk.] Have you come across any of the others from Thedas, yet?

Yeah, good for him.

[The Qun world. He's going to miss Par Vollen, but...the rest is just a mess. He's struggling with the idea that maybe a lot of the Qun is bullshit, or at least a lie. It's possible they all believe it, even the higher-ups. But...fuck it. We're not thinking about that.]

Okay, Riona. I can do that. [He nods at her question as they move.] Yeah. Dorian, Cyril and Leilani- [Because they're a group, okay. The "Inquisitors" that are still not his boss. So weird.] Justice. Did I miss anybody?

[That's enough about the Qunari. He doesn't seem too intent on talking about them, and frankly she's far too uneducated about them to have a decent discussion anyway.]

That's most of them. You've missed two. One is my husband. Alistair's here with us in the fleet, same ship as I'm on. The Blue Fish. [The smile she always gets mentioning him falls a tad as she continues. Not because of her thoughts on him, but because of how Bull might react.] The other is Anders. I'm sure you know of him.

Hey, yeah. I know Alistair. [He chuckles.] Okay, I met him once.

[The other name catches his attention, alright. He read about the revolution in Kirkwall in Varric's book, after all.]

Okay, so. Time's weird, right? What's the last thing that guy remembers?

Did you? Oh, was it when that whole incident with the magister in Redcliffe occurred?

[Yeah, she heard about that. Fucking magisters.]

He's blown up the Chantry in his time, so he's well aware. I think the Inquisition is up and going from what he last remembers as well.

[It's hard not to launch into a defense of him right away, but she wants to at least give Bull a chance before having to do so. Not that Riona agrees with what Anders did, not by a long shot. But too many write him off as a monster, and don't bother to remember that there's a person - two people - involved.]

With the weird time magic? Yeah.

[That last bit of info gave him pause, though. If that was the case...then there were some worlds where-]

You mean Hawke didn't kill him? That's awkward.

Is that when the Inquisitor somehow wound up in the future or something? [Her brow furrows.] Leliana told me a bit about that when she was here.

[She sighs through her nose.]

No, she spared him. Spared them both.

Because if weird Tevinter magic? Yeah.

[Now that gave him pause.]

...them both? Varric left out Anders having a co-conspirator.

Something like that. [Luckily she didn't hear all the details of it, including Leliana's sacrifice.] As if Redcliffe hadn't had enough troubles with magic and those irresponsibly using it.

[Huh. Did Varric leave out the bit about Justice? Or is it more that Bull doesn't consider him as a separate person? Either wouldn't surprise her.]

He technically did. You didn't know he had a spirit of Justice inhabiting him?

You mean that he was a crazy Abomination? [Bull shook his head.] What happened in Kirkwall wasn't justice. Look. [He shakes his head.] I've met a few spirits, right? I don't know shit about most of them, but I know that the ones who go bad...usually went bad because of people, and I know that you deal with that bad by killing it.

[The corner of her mouth twitches at the label of "crazy abomination", but otherwise her expression reveals nothing as he speaks. He's... not exactly wrong.]

Justice and Anders met in Amaranthine, when they were under my command in the Wardens. They became good friends. But unfortunately, their friendship wasn't enough to stop them from twisting the intention and spirit of each other when they were forced to merge. Justice warped into Vengeance because of Anders' anger, and Anders became far more radicalized than he ever was or would have been.

They are both here, in the fleet. Separated, I would add, and with Justice having a body of his own, in no danger or realm of possibility of merging. [The question isn't outright said, but it's implied in the silence that follows: will that be a problem for you? And, essentially what she really means by it is: are you going to be a problem?]

I know Justice. He seems like a good guy. [ He pauses. ] His name's Asala now, by the way. I don't pretend to get spirits, but I know enough to know it's people who make them go bad. I don't really care why Anders did what he did. I know what happened because of it. We're still mopping it up. It's hard to see that many people die because of one guy's really stupid decision and not have a problem with him.

Oh, you've already met? And he... picked out another name? Maker, I clearly need to catch up with him. [Justice is making leaps and bounds in his interactions with others. She can barely keep up.

So at least he's fine with Justice, which is good. That just leaves Anders.]

I don't condone what he did either. You don't have to like him. But please just leave him be. He's a dear friend, and he was one of my men. I'd rather not have to come between you two.

Long story, but we were talking, I told him about a spirit I know.

[ He doesn't say anything for a moment. ]

Look. I get they both did it. I get that Anders isn't that guy because he's not an abomination. He doesn't kill a bunch of innocent people, he's in the clear. If he starts looking shady? I can't make promises.

[Something worth asking Justice about later, especially about the name. Besides, Justice always provides interesting insights into people. She's curious on his take of Bull.]

I suppose that's only fair. He won't. But if he for some reason did, he and I would certainly be having words. When he's not stuffed full of a spirit of Vengeance, he's a decent man. And a spirit healer. Even if you don't like his personality, you can't deny he's useful to have around.

[She nods her head towards the bar, which they're now nearing.]

There it is.

[ Bull nods. He's not going to contest her point, and he's never actually met the guy. All he has to go on are accounts, and accounts have a nasty habit of being opinionated. ]

That's fair, too. I don't kill people who don't deserve it, and if what you're saying's true, the guy who blew up the Chantry in Kirkwall doesn't exist anymore.

[ He nods appreciatively. ]

That's a welcome sight.

[Right. Good. Now that she's more reassured Bull's not going to go kill Anders right off the bat or anything, time to focus on happier things. Like booze. And fun stories full of violence!]

Isn't it though? I hope you're prepared. These bars have a variety of drinks that no one could have even dreamed of back home.

[In they walk into the bar, designed more to resemble a tavern back home. Riona leads them to the bar and grabs a drink menu with an impressive selection.] See for yourself.

Oh, I don't know. I've got a pretty good imagination.

[ He does look impressed as he skims it over. ]

Tell you what. Give me the strongest shit on the menu.

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