driftfleet | Arrival time

Who: Lea and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Tourist
When: After calibrations/a few days after

Broadcast

[After waking up in what is apparently his new room, he spends only enough time to figure out if he's some sort of prisoner before he decides he can just sort of ask people what is up here. Because yeah he's gotten some explanations but it's one thing to show up right when there's dream rooms and then suddenly arriving here. Like nothing happened.

And so there's a red head on the screen.]

Hey, so should I be expecting the waking up in different places every few days thing to happen all the time? Because that's one I can do without. Weird though it might be I like having a consistent place to sleep in.

[He shrugs and smiles.]

Anyway, the name's Lea. Looks like I'm stuck here now and I got assigned to be on the Tourist.

[He fishes some extra confetti out of his hair.]

Nice greeting though. Buuuuut I'm not volunteering for clean up.

Tourist

[And then it's time for him to make himself familiar with his new ship. He's been on ships in the past when visiting other worlds but this one has a different layout. Almost like he's in some kind of maze based on how cramped it feels. Though he appreciates the high ceilings. That's a bonus when you're tall.

But expect him to poke his head in basically every room at least once. You can't get to know a place if you don't at least see what's in a room, you know. And maybe he's a bit nosy too. It's a bad habit of his, one he's never really bothered to break.

Just don't mind that he looks almost suspicious being a guy in a long black trench coat though. He's fine. Really.]

Iskaulit

[Honestly the same happens with Iskaulit. If he sees a door then he pokes his nose in. Though in this case it's more because he's finding that there's so much going on that it's easier to become lost. Sure he could focus the whole attack stuff he remembers going on but honestly? He's going to keep himself out of trouble until he knows what is going on. That world order stuff that he's been learning about. He doesn't know what goes on with this one yet and he's been disarmed.

It's crazy.

But yeah. He's a little lost on such a big ship and so the best way to get unlost is to start memorizing landmarks. Shipmarks in this case. So please don't mind him as he goes poking his nose around here too. He's just curious.]

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Jealous? I know. It's a hell of a rack.

[Do you really want to get this guy started, Lea?]

Ice cream's supposed to be sweet. There's something messed up about sea salt.

Can't say I'm jealous. I don't want to imagine having to go through doors with those.

[Yes. Apparently he does want to start this. He's in this now.]

Now, see...that's where you're missing things, Iron Bull. It's salty AND sweet. In all the right ways.

Or low archways, narrow corridors...but the payoff's worth it. The ladies love it, Lea, guys too, if that's more your thing.

[He chuckles.]

Now I want to try it. It sounds like a seasoned tavern wench. [And there's more of a baudy chuckle at that one, then a slightly wistful sigh.] It's The Iron Bull, by the way. I like the article in the front. Makes me sound like I'm a weapon, powerful, intimidating. That really does it for me.

Woah there. Just got here and you're already hitting me up? You really are horny after all.

[But he grins even as he holds his hands up like he's backing off from this. Only for his eyes to widen a second later.]

Sorry about that. I get enough of having to correct people about my name back home without having to mess up yours, The Iron Bull. But you've got that whole powerful thing down alright. Looks like you could really throw down in a fight.

Nah, just giving you some pointers, Lea.

[He chuckles.]

Shit yeah. What about you? You look pretty squirrely.

Yeah. They're sharp ones too. I'll make sure to remember 'em.

[Okay but seriously he likes this guy. He's way too used to people not playing along with his antics so this is great.]

Who me? Well, I can say I can hold my own. I mean, if you really push me into it. I'm hot stuff, after all.

[Lea...stop.]

They'll do ya good, you've got my word on that.

[He shakes his head.]

Where's the fun in being pushed?

Don't worry. I've got it memorized.

[He shrugs a bit.]

It's pretty icky to get pushed into something not your style if you ask me. Not the first time I've had to do it but if I've got a choice I'll go for no thanks.

Right on. [He nods.] You're alright, Lea. Maybe we can see how hot your stuff is sometime. Violence really does it for me.

I mean, I don't have my weapon here. All I've really got is the ability to control fire soooooo...

[Yeah...]

Anyone ever tell you that you sound like a Berserker?

Not like that, but pretty close, yeah. Qunari have violent urges. It's good to have an outlet for them.

[He shrugs.]

Sometimes you find things when you wouldn't expect it. Maybe yours'll turn up.

A friend... [He has to stop there because it hurts to talk about Isa this way when he knows the current state of him.] A former friend of mine... He's a Berserker. So it was reminding me of that.

[But you know, enough about that.]

Anyway, I wanna be able to find my stuff again. But honestly it's with me. It's just...locked away? Like I know my weapon is there but I can't reach it.

We call ourselves Reavers, Lea. We get pumped up the more battle gets going, gets the blood pumping, you know?

[But he doesn't miss that wisp of sadness that flits across Lea's expression. He just doesn't touch on it. Either this friend is dead, or something worse. Either way, it's not his can of worms to open.]

So it's a magic weapon?

Okay, you know what? You get all the points for being called Reavers instead. That actually sounds way cooler than Berserkers.

[Sorry not sorry, Isa.]

And yeah. It's like...a weapon that's tied to your heart somehow? Honestly I only just summoned mine so I haven't even figured out how to fully use it yet.

Yeah...Berserker doesn't really roll off the tongue. Reaver though? [He grunts.] Just gets the point across, right?

...I think I remember Sora saying something about...something like that. Weird crap.

It does though. Gives off that little chill that Berserker just doesn't pull off. I like it.

[He grins at him and you can tell it's a mixture of this and the fact that he just said Sora's name.]

You know Sora? We're from the same world actually!

[He chuckles.] Berserker. Reaver. Whichever you want to use, The Iron Bull is just fine by me.

[And he nods.] Yeah. He's a good kid. Takes on too much, though.

The Iron Bull sounds way better than anything else really. Least if you want my opinion on that.

[Laughing about the idea of Sora babbling is great too.]

He gets really excited about stuff. It's nice though, right?

I like it well enough, yeah.

[He nods.]

He's got a lot of spirit, that one. Never a bad thing.

It's that spirit of his that's saved a lot of people, The Iron Bull.

[Yep. He's using the whole thing. Respecting the hell out of this guy's name.]

It's really cool honestly.

[He nods, because in spirit, Sora reminds the Bull a lot of his boss, and he can get behind that.]

I know the type, can save the world even if they don't think so? Yeah.

Honestly I don't know that Sora ever really thinks about whether or not he can. He just sees people that need his help and goes for it without question.

[Bull nods, and it's clear from his expression that's what he admires about Sora.]

The world needs more people like that.

They do. The worlds are really lucky to have him. Even if they don't know it.

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