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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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[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.

[Alucard eventually does feel eyes on him, but as long as whoever it is stays silent, he's content to continue training. By the time he stops for long enough for Bull to say something, there are several small ice shards embedded into the chest of one of the dummies, one is standing but completely damp, and a third has been knocked over by a strong gust of wind. (But only one, since Alucard has noticed that directing air inside the ship seems to kick some sort of mechanical system into overdrive. There's a heavy whirr from the vents when he sends that punch towards the dummy, air being filtered in to a momentary small vacuum.)

There's a ball of water hovering above an upturned palm as he turns to find the source of the voice.

...When he sees Bull standing there, he definitely looks taken aback for at least a few long seconds. Not quite surprised enough to let his control slip, but his head tilts to the side - and up, saints - to take him in. After that pause, he's graciously polite, with a faint smile.]

I do try. Thank you.

[Bull chuckles slightly at the display, smirking as he allowed his arms to fall at his sides and strides closer.]

Mage, huh? Do they have any decent shields around here? Been a while since I went toe to toe with magic, but it's kind of cheating if I don't get a shield.

[He inclines his head once he comes closer.]

I'm The Iron Bull, by the way.

The Iron Bull. That's quite a name. [Which is fitting, since Bull is....quite the person. Alucard isn't used to feeling small, but he does now. Just a little.

Small, but not threatened.] Or is it a title?

[Either way, he bows shallowly. The orb of water stays right where it is, even though his hand comes away for a moment to complete the movement. He's a show-off through and through.]

Alucard Emery. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[He grins, accompanied by a slight chuckle.] I know, right? Makes it sound like I'm not even a person. Just a weapon. [But he shakes his head.] Just a name though. A real Kick. Ass. Name.

[The last was drawn out slightly, but not spoken any louder.

He raises an eyebrow in amusement at Alucard's theatrics, though. A few months ago he wouldn't have thought it was entertaining. Slowly, a certain mage from Tevinter has changed his mind. Alucard sort of reminds him of the guy, actually, if way more rough around the edges.]

Is that right? It might even be mutual, Alucard. [He says his name almost playfully, as he sees how it feels rolling around his tongue.] So, you just here showing off or are you interested in a partner?

I'm here training- [No, he is here showing off. But also training.] but I certainly wouldn't mind a partner. The dummies aren't particularly interesting opponents.

And you look like you'd be interesting.

[That's accompanied by a lazy grin. Then, he looks around the gym as he contemplates Bull's earlier question.]

I'm not sure about shields, to be honest. I don't generally use them....but surely there are other people here who do.

Most people say so. [And Bull chuckles at that before wandering off slightly to what must pass as a basic armory to see what he could find.]

Yeah, well, mages cheat. People like me need a shield to make sure your damned fireballs and acid and shit can't touch us.

[Alucard just watches him search. While he waits, the ball of water changes shape, becomes almost snakelike in the way that it curls around his arm - not touching it, moving through the air.]

I'd argue that it's not cheating if it's a natural gift. [Though, if Alucard minds being called a cheater, it doesn't sound like it, his tone actually amused more than anything.] But if it puts you at ease at all, I can promise you I have no control over acid. Or fire, for that matter.

It wouldn't bother me even if you did.

[He chuckles, but then he finds in a pile of discarded practice armor precisely what he was looking for. It's made of some sort of synthetic material (it's a riot shield okay) but it covers enough to serve as a proper shield, and it even has a little view window, not that his bulk would require one. It's a nice improvement on a shield in his opinion. You could check a battlefield for an opening without having to expose your head.

Smart. He sets the shield aside and starts looking for a training weapon. That's how you fight mages, after all. You deflect the worst of their spells and get in close fast.]

I've fought mages who would do all three at once. Ice too.

[The synthetic shield is probably a good idea, too. Not that Alucard would cheat and try and manipulate Bull's shield! Not at all. But it's still a good idea.

He is actually curious about the shield though, and wanders closer to inspect it while Bull looks for a weapon.]

Have you fought many? Triad magicians are rare, where I come from.

[Alucard happens to be one of them! It's a point of pride.]

[Synthetic hadn't even entered Bull's mind. It was just the only thing he found.]

Enough to know how to defend against them, but I don't know what a "triad magician" is. If they're anything like mages, though, yeah. I've fought more than a few.

I imagine that 'mage' and 'magician' are different words for a very similar concept.

[Since, you know, they both appear to have 'magic' as their root.]

Where I come from, magicians can control the elements. There's spellwork too, of course, but our inherent abilities lie there. Earth, fire, water, and air, with a very few who can manipulate bone. Most people have control over one, perhaps two elements. Then there are those of us whose skill extends a little further.

[Lazy, confident little smile. If Bull hadn't already seen him working with both water and air, perhaps he'd lie. But he isn't going to bring earth into their fight anyway, so it isn't as if he's holding onto the element of surprise there.]

Sure, where I come from "magician's" just a stage performer. It's fake, so I guess you're a mage.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Bone's an element? [But he shakes his head dismissively because you know what? He doesn't want to know.] So, since you're bragging, I'm going to assume you're one with the fancy skills, huh?

[He'd argue that he's still a magician because it's not fake in the world where he comes but...that would just be engaging in somewhat pointless semantics. The words mean what they mean, separately.]

I happen to be, yes. Earth, water, and air.

All the making's of a thunderstorm, right?

[The Bull doesn't pretend to know much about magic. He vaguely knows there are different schools of thought in his world, but...that's about it.]

[That gets a small chuckle.]

Yes, I suppose.

Having any luck with finding a weapon?

[At least, that's what Alucard is assuming he's searching for, as he watches Bull walk around.]

[ And it was about that time the Bull actually did have some luck finding a weapon. What he'd found was what amounted to a riot shield and a policeman's baton, though he didn't recognize them as such, and he hefted the shield, nodding. It wasn't quick or maneuverable, but the structure of the thing told the Bull it was designed to do something very similar to what he intended to use it for: deflect projectiles. The baton was necessary because you didn't go up against a mage without trying to close the distance fast. ]

Yeah, I think this'll do. I've done some training against mages. Let's see what you've got.

Very well.

[Alucard takes a step back and squares off against Bull. Though his movements are still languid, there's at least a change in the way he holds himself. Straighter, and with more caution. He's certainly never gone up against someone like Bull and a little caution seems prudent. He's powerful, but he can't simply assume he'll come out on top.

The sinuous stream of water becomes a ball once again. And then two balls. Glancing over his shoulder at the other bowl on the floor, he flicks his fingers and more water rises up, hanging in the air behind him.

Standing there for a moment, Alucard just takes his opponent in, head tilted to the side a bit and chin tipped up. Debating internally how to effectively fight without being too rough or too lethal.

His fingers fan out a bit, he murmurs something under his breath, and one of the balls of water begins to rocket towards Bull. It's only when it's more than halfway across the distance between them that it begins to solidify to ice.]

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