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[viran]

Who: Mahna Lavellan
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva, if you'd like
When: Pre-shuffle

[By the time he's sorted out that he's no longer in Thedas, Mahna's patience has all but run out. The silence had woken him and the continued lack of birds chattering or insects buzzing unsettles him far more than he expects. Instead, inane music plays under his strained voice.]

I am Lord Inquisitor Lavellan and it would serve you well to return my companions to me.

[He hates titles, hates formality, but if it gets his comrades back, he'll throw them around as much as necessary. Nevermind that he's in a foreign place where 'Lord Inquisitor' might just as easily put a target on his back. If Corypheus is behind this, he won't run and hide.]

I was traveling with three others and a ram: Dorian of House Pavus, Lady Mai Bhalsych of Korse, The Iron Bull of the Bull's Chargers, and Lord Woolsley of Redcliffe. If any harm has come to them, I can assure you it will be repaid in kind.

Comments

[serves]

[Maker's breath, how many Inquisitors--

He really doesn't know how to address these Inquisitors that aren't his, so he'll start off with the easy stuff.]

Bull and Sera are some of the few that aren't here.

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[All of them, Cullen. All of them.]

Commander. [He's so glad you're okay, bro.] How many of our own are here?

[serves]

Inquisitor. [Wow that feels wrong to say. But he supposes anyone with the mark deserves the same respect, especially if their journey is similar to Jove's.]

Hawke and his companions are amongst us, as well as Cassandra, Solas, Dorian, Cole, and... another Inquisitor. My Inquisitor, though that's not the case for everyone.

[My Inquisitor is strange to say in this context. He hates timeline variation.]

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[Mahna was with him until the mention of another Inquisitor, then the blue screen of death kicks in.]

I must have misheard, did you say another Inquisitor?

[serves]

Yes. She's Lavellan as well. I've never met you. [Kinda? Jove doesn't... count? Ugh, his head.]

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[I've never met you. The words ring in his ears and down his spine before settling in his gut as a stabbing pain. It's not every day one of your dear friends says they don't know you.]

Lavellan? [Another Lavellan. This makes exactly zero sense.]

[serves]

Jove. She would... explain this better than I could, I imagine. [She's much more patient.]

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[Mahna nods because he's not sure what else to do at this point.] Ah. I see.

[Oh Mythal this is so awkward. Another Inquisitor, another Lavellan.] It's Mahna, if that makes things easier.

[serves]

Mahna. A pleasure, even if the situation is... unusual.

[viran]

I would say the situation has been unusual since the Breach, Commander. This is, at least, more of that.