Four Men and a Little Lady???

[got_it_memorized]

Who: The crew of the Tourist and potential visitors
Broadcast: probably not
Action: on the Tourist!
When: The week of April 12-18

[So the Tourist finally gets a female crew member! Hurray for representation! Or something. This is going to make quarters kind of awkward, but at least they have shields now, right?]

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[diomedea]

[She turns.]

You asked for it. She did, too. She asked them to please make her More. Please tell her how to use her mind.

[She's walking after him like she's following the trail of something important, but her voice cracks a little.]

She didn't read the fine print, either. And now it's the same, it resonates and the ache is there and there's blood.

[wolfuncaged]

[He quickens his pace, trying to put distance between himself and her. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[A little part of him does, but he pushes it down as far as he can. The lyrium flickers, for just a moment, reacting to the panic bubbling under the surface. ]

[diomedea]

Killed the keeper, there was blood but it was good. It was good.

[The lyrium hurts, though, it's like static in her head. She presses a hand to the side of her head.]

You're one of the moons. I saw the planet Hawke. Your thread ties back to him, but it's not red.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris turns to glare at her over his shoulder. ]

Solas has left the ship, I suggest you go follow him again. He seems to be collecting demons.

Leave me be. That is your only warning.

[diomedea]

Not a demon, she's a girl. They made her into a weapon, she can't stop it. Would that she could.

[She sounds Very Sad.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is struggling with this one. He knows what it is, to be made a weapon, and she's certainly more... MORE than Cole is. His shoulders tense.]

How? Is it magic?

[diomedea]

They cut out the parts that kept her back, it was incisions and scissors and they hurt her, they hurt her so much.

[She places a hand against the side of her head, like it hurts.]

She's not Compassion. She just Is. You're very sharp inside, but they caught your ankle in a wolf trap and you bit it off to be free.

They hunt her too, but she's safe here.

[wolfuncaged]

[He's torn, between running away, between fighting, between...something else. He remembers Cass, and knows that he really isn't the only one. Not here in the Fleet. This girl is just another unfortunate soul, ripped apart by someone else and remoulded for their own purposes.

Still, she's hitting a lot of sore points, and he's never the best at dealing with all his emotional baggage. ]

For the time being.

[He remembers what Felix said. That Danarius made it to the castle, even after death. If that is so, he can pursue him even here. Nowhere is safe. ]

[diomedea]

[She relaxes a little.]

He smells like death, you smell like blood. You're like a star in the sky and you're a comet, not a moon. You have your own gravity.

[And that seems to calm her.]

He knows how to dance, and you do too. She likes the dancing.

[wolfuncaged]

He is none of your business.

[Fenris isn't calm, but he rarely is. He starts walking again, maybe he can just...lock himself into his armory or something. ]

You are welcome to dance elsewhere.

[diomedea]

They couldn't take that from her.

[She sighs softly and steps after him, silently as he does.]

She doesn't try for it, they made her that way. They said she could use her brain, said they would teach her, and she asked for it but they never explained.

[She hunches down in herself a bit, shrinking back.]

It's all old scars.

[wolfuncaged]

[His scowl fades, and his shoulder sag. She's not a spirit, she's not like Cole, accidentally tugging at the twisted knots of his mind. She's just a broken thing, twisted to someone else's desires. Just like he is. He exhales. ]

Sorry. I am...unused to people reading my mind.

[Another moment of silence.]

They never properly heal though, do they?

[diomedea]

[She looks over at him and then nods softly.]

The cuts leave the creases, wrinkled in the brain meat. They couldn't make her forget, she always remembered.

[And then her expression sobers a little.]

You have such teeth inside. She does, but they don't understand. Her Simon doesn't understand but she still loves him.

[wolfuncaged]

[He exhales, looking down at his hands, at the lines of lyrium flickering across them. ]

Not many people do understand. They can mean well, but it is still something beyond their comprehension. As it should be.

[A part of him doesn't WANT his friends, his loved ones to understand. Because understanding would bring all the pain and nightmares along with it. He doesn't want that for any of them.]

[diomedea]

Better they don't know. Better they don't hurt too. It's vast and frightening and she knows, she knows, she could never tell her Simon. You could never tell him.

[She nods softly.]

You have threads, she likes that. You're such a comet, you burn so brightly. Candeo, candere. There's so much noise like static.

[wolfuncaged]

...No, I don't think I could.

[He tells Dorian what's important, the bare bones, fuel for him to become the man he wants to be. The drive to want to change a country Fenris himself deems unchangeable. But he doesn't want to give up every detail, those are his nightmares to bear, not Dorian's. ]

That would be the lyrium. It sings, apparently.

[He's never heard it. It's a clawing beast, to him. Snarling and burning into his core.]