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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!)

Comments

[theirondragon]

Fancy. Making crap float just looks like magic to me.

[He shrugs and finishes off his ale.]

Yeah...maybe. The Qun...shapes you, you know what you're doing is right because it's what you're meant to be. This? [He takes a deep breath.] It's hard to explain. Qunari...we're fierce. We've got a...a bloodlust. The Qun keeps you focused.

[He snorts, giving his head a shake.] This place makes my horns itch.

[ginger_firebird]

Then I suppose this is what magic looks like where I come from. We just call it by a different name. There have been magic users here, but I never really got to know any of them. Sometimes I wonder what kind of magician I would be on someone else's world.

[He nods as Bull speaks, turning to face him a little.]

A moral code. We have a lot of those where I come from, usually in the form of some kind of military training. You can fall back on the habits of boot camp even when everything else is falling to ruin.

[He laughs quietly.] You too? I was never meant for this kind of idle life that the Fleet puts us on.

[theirondragon]

Maybe you should ask one of the mages around here. I know at least two, and one'll rattle your ear off about it.

[He's gotten almost okay with magic, but he's still far from an expert.]

It's more than that, but...sure. That works. Only...when you go against the Qun, it's leaders, their orders? You become Tal-Vashoth, and you're not welcome home anymore.

[And there's a note of sadness in the big guy's voice when he says that, and the grunt he adds is pretty sad, too.] Tell me about it. I just really want to hit something.

[ginger_firebird]

Motormouth type? We had one of those at the facility I worked at before I wound up here. He liked cartoons and my coworker. Strangely enough, she liked him too.

[Mantis might enjoy a foray into true magic. One can't have too much power.]

Ohh... I think I get it. It encompasses every aspect of how you live, how you conduct yourself. It takes a lot of effort and willpower to be okay with breaking from that kind of life, but some find it to be rewarding.

There's always the gym if you prefer inanimate objects for venting frustrations. Someone always needs good muscle whenever we go from planet to planet if you prefer the real thing.

[theirondragon]

[The Iron Bull chuckles at the assessment. It's not inaccurate, after all. At least not completely.] Something like that, yeah, but when he's not complaining about the cold, he's usually rambling about something pretty important. And he's pretty fucking smart. [And there's a very subtle undertone to that assessment that suggests he really likes that guy.]

Yeah. I'm...I was on assignment, pretending to be someone who'd separated from the Qun. Pretending is easy. This...? I'm working on it.

[He smiles, though, appreciative of the suggestion.] Thanks, Psycho. I think I'm good for now.

[ginger_firebird]

[It's hard to not hear the admiration when people talk like that about someone else. Mantis can appreciate the way language shifts when talking like that.] I'll have to seek them out. They sound like someone who is interesting to simply sit down next to and listen while prodding them on with a few questions.

[Mantis nods before gesturing to the bar itself. A couple of bottles come his way and he mixes another drink while keeping his hands in his lap.]

I never had to pretend much back home. The angry man who killed for the fun of it was exactly the same when he clocked out for the day. My captain reminds me all the time of my boss. All muscle and ego and a strong love for the thrill of a fight.

If you do want to find work beating up the real thing, I usually earn my money that way. It's been ages since I had a coworker that I knew longer than a month.

[theirondragon]

[Bull nodded at that.] Dorian's a good guy. The trick isn't getting him talking, though. It's getting him to shut up afterward.

[He watches the telekinetic display with a raised eyebrow. He's been ass-deep in mages long enough now that they weren't off-putting anymore, but come on. That was just lazy.]

Tell you what. Next time we're in a system that's looking for muscle to win battles, not contests, give me a call. I'm there.

[ginger_firebird]

Dorian? Dorian, Dorian... Well groomed head and facial hair, looks like he waxes off everything else? I remember when he arrived. You couldn't miss that personality.

[Lazy, yes, but it was fun and necessary practice. He even sends the bottles back to their spots and takes a long sip.]

I'll hedge the bets for maximum payout. We'll be rich in no time.

[theirondragon]

[That gets a hearty laugh from the Bull.] That's the guy, yeah. Thinks a lot of himself?

[He nods.] I'll leave that up to you. I was able to bank our reputation back home.

[ginger_firebird]

His ego is a beacon in this sea of self-pity around the ships. You have to at least appreciate that kind of confidence.

Not surprising! If I had a physique even half as broad as yours, I would make my entertainment in a wholly different manner. My tricks involve cheating at games that require planning ahead.

[theirondragon]

Yeah, he's pretty damned confident in a lot of things.

[And most of them, he has every right to be. He is a very pretty, pretty man.]

Ha! Like what? That sounds like a challenge, Psycho.

[ginger_firebird]

[Handsome in a very polished and waxed kind of way. Mantis can at least admire the aesthetics.]

Poker. Chess. Anything that involves outwitting the opponent I tend to excel at.

[theirondragon]

[Bull just really enjoys messing up that perfect hair of his but...you know...]

Let me know if you're ever up for a game.

[ginger_firebird]

[Everyone has their type. Mantis isn't one to care enough to judge on an individual basis.]

Of course! And if you ever see me in a good mood, you can probably talk me into it.

[theirondragon]

Drink's'll be on me. [He smiles.] Just hope you don't mind getting your ass kicked.

[ginger_firebird]

I win more often that not, but you're welcome to try. There's usually someplace good for a drink planetside. I'm starting to get used to all the new aliens I see. Fitting in comes easily when you keep to the background.

[theirondragon]

[Bull laughs, but nods.]

I'll try that background thing the next time we land on a planet populated by grey-skinned, horned, giants. Until then, I'll leave that up to you, Psycho.