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[gaudy]

[ The elf on the camera is bristling, cast in the blue firelight of the Fire district. His hair is oddly bright white, as are the almost-glowing lines that trail down his chin and neck, and disappear into the collar of his armor. Over one shoulder is the absolutely massive hilt of a sword, which looks comically out of proportion with him. Fenris had finally figured his device out, but it involved a lot of making a fool of himself in front of the Kedan, which he does Not Look Pleased about.

The effect of his otherwise withering glare is somewhat undermined by the fact that he opens his mouth to speak but compulsively twitches his head to the side to stare over one shoulder for a few moments, paranoid about things lurking in the shadows. He wets his lips when he finally looks back, suspicion and unease written across his pointed features before he schools them into a sneer again. ]

I am not a mage-- [ he practically spits the word, what a pleasant first impression he's making here ] but even I can see that this is not the Fade. In Between, they say. Bah. What nonsense.

[ In fact while he's at it let him just stare distastefully down his nose at the thing in his hands. "Technology?" Unlikely. By its strange glow and stranger capabilities, it is totally obviously something far worse!! ] This place reeks of magic all the same. And I wonder who has suffered to make it so? Magic comes with a cost. It always comes with a cost.

Whoever did this will reap what they've sown. I should like to be as far away as I can be when that day comes.


[ooc: Please don't reply with text!! Fenris is illiterate and kinda ashamed about it, so he would just skip over text replies without saying anything in order to save face.]

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[aenseidhe]

[ What, ho, elf senses tingling. Also rage senses. And what the crap are you doing with a sword that huge anyway. The adamant hate of mages is evident and Iorveth doesn't blame him in the slightest, sp he'll just poke his head in here. It's nice to see an elf with some backbone, at least. ]

The land itself withers and dies. [ He's not saying it's because of magic, but it also wouldn't surprise him. ]

You are the first elf beside myself I've seen here. [ Spoken mildly, carefully almost. ] Where are you from?

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[gaudy]

[ Wow Iorveth don't judge his silly choice in weaponry!!

Fenris blinks in surprise, his self-righteous ranting derailed momentarily. The Kedan told him what would happen when he used the phone but it was still strange seeing it for himself. Definitely magic. ] I-- Tevinter? [ Wait hang on. His brow wrinkles, belatedly. ] Where are the rest of the elves?

[ DID THEY ALL GET SACRIFICED IN SOME HORRIBLE MASS BLOOD MAGIC RITUAL TO MAKE A FIRE CITY ON A GIANT TURTLE because that's pretty much what he already believes tbh. ]

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[aenseidhe]

[ :T you can't monkey through trees with that shit, bro.

Tbh, Iorveth hates these things. It's creepy and he's not comfortable speaking with someone he doesn't have physically present. He's gotten used to it, but he can understand the surprise. ] Mh. [ So not his world. Which doesn't seem odd, considering his features aren't really the standard of Aen Seidhe. ] You'll find very little of your world here, if anything at all. Another piece of sorcery - they meddle in dimensions and pull from wherever they please.

The majority here are human. [ And here's a sneer of distaste. Mmm hoomans.

...son even iorveth aint that cray ]

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[shadowroads]

[Fenris almost looks fae, but if he is it's of no race that Tybalt recognizes. Still, he catches his eye... and Tybalt can't resist poking at the things that snag his curiosity.

Besides, anyone with a sword that big is seriously compensating something.

He looks human, his own pointed ears and green eyes hidden by illusion, along with the points on his teeth. He cocks a sardonic eyebrow.]

Unfortunately, you might have arrived just in time for that particular harvest.

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[gaudy]

Of course I have. [ it's not even sarcastic

Fenris has been with Hawke so long he totally believes he tripped into an alternate dimension just in time to have it blow up in his face. ] Who are you? [ And what are manners? ]

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[shadowroads]

You're taking that well. [Tybalt can't help laughing at Fenris's resignation to the situation. The resignation to the inevitable diaster is practically Toby-ish.]

Rand Stratford. Who are you?

[Obviously not his real name- anymore- but it's the one he's been using and there's nobody here to know better.]

[audio]

[emasculates]

'In Between' seems as appropriate as anything. Many here are dead, and I waste no belief on the afterlife.

[Count the ways in which she doesn't like magic. Now that's nonsense.

Also? All that twitchy, jumpy nature is doing is making her want to poke at it. Good job, Fenris.]

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[gaudy]

[ While it's a pretty story, Fenris isn't really sold on the whole the-worthy-are-taken-to-the-side-of-the-Maker thing either.

He had never considered escaping slavery through death, because no matter how bad it was anything had to be better than nothing, right? ]

Then the things that they say are true? [ He really would like to leave, honestly. ]

[audio]

[emasculates]

Not true, necessarily. But it is difficult to prove one way or another. There is less use in worrying about it than in dealing with it.

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[wintershepherd]

[ Jack's heard exactly one other person on the turtle use the term "mage" and inject that much vitriol into it. He opts for video since the other one could see him but he remains always ready to change it if necessary. ]

So... let me guess, there's like a mage-hating club where you're from? Do you get jackets?

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[gaudy]

[ There's a pause!! And some squinting. He's not used to seeing his particular shade of white hair on anyone but the elderly. ]

No. The uniform of choice is a skirt, if I recall correctly. [ SO... DEADPAN.... ]

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[iwillnotlookback]

You speak of magic with much abhorrence.

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[gaudy]

That's because it is abhorrent.

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[animalhats]

My friend Nico does magic, but she can only cast a spell with her staff once and then it never works again so she does a lot of really funny things when she forgets, like one time when she tried to freeze some bad guys in place it just made pelicans!

You're really grumpy. Are those tattoos real or face paint? Why do you have such a big sword? Are you really old or is your hair just white like Tommy's because it's cool? Are you a mutant?

[ Molly has decided to start getting to know people... apparently. ]

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[gaudy]

[ Fenris actually stops to blink a bit, completely thrown off. Molly pls! ] I-- [ He assumes the girl's friend bought some enchanted trinket, a glorified party favor, so he doesn't continue his ranting. Instead he just tries (and fails) to keep up with the rapidfire questions. ] I am not-- they aren't paint. Why- I don't-- no? [ what does "mutant" even mean in this context he can't

a beat ] Girl, where are your- [ parents? guardians? ] -watchers? [ Fenris that's weird. ]

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[notamachine]

[Withering glare, meet withering glare plastered on the face of somebody who does not like the look of you.]

What the flying fuck are you supposed to be?

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[gaudy]

[ WELP Fenris has never actually been asked that before

:III affronted pause!! ] --Excuse me?

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[demon_brat]

[Damian's perked up a bit. Somebody with a sensible approach to magic!]

It does always come at a price. I believe the users responsible for it here expect to distribute the cost to others.

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[gaudy]

[ Yes good, tiny cynical fellow. Fenris gives a small nod as agreement and greeting. ] Such ideas are not unique to the "users" here, unfortunately.

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[heinously]

This place immerses itself in a god of gears and grease. Their technology is unheard of in the more... undeveloped regions of space. You have to be from under a different sky than theirs to comprehend it.

[ Well... he was sure their technology had nothing to do with gears or grease on mechanical terms -- probably something to do with electrical currents and computer networking -- but Albel had not absorbed much in the realm of technology from his brief stint in the stars. There was a lot of information in the galaxy he had taken to understanding, but the applied sciences were never high on that list. Blandly he speaks, however, lest he give away his suspicions too soon with being read. This man sported runes, for Apris' sake -- much like the symbologists of his own world. ]

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[gaudy]

[ There's a pause as Fenris makes an (unseen) face down at his device. Sorry Albel, Thedas is about as underdeveloped as you can possibly get! Magic, he despises but he understands. Gears and grease aren't really his forte. ] Where must one be to comprehend you?

[magicalpadawan]

[Magic is one sure way to get Molly's attention. So -- here she is, looking far more tired than anyone of her 21 years should, really. She just watches for a moment, silent, and when she finally says something, her voice is quiet and matter-of-fact.]

Of course it does. Everything comes with a cost. I kind of doubt anyone here would use theirs to make people suffer though.

[She thinks better of herself as soon as she finishes that sentence, though, and hurriedly adds:] Well, not doubt. Hope, is more like it.

[gaudy]

So you say. [ He doesn't sound particularly convinced, sorry Molly he's an ass. ]

Delude yourself if you must, but such "hopes" have never served me well.

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[superoverachiever]

[She could get into a shouting match about the benefits and costs of magic. And maybe she will. But first she has Questions.] What's the Fade?

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[gaudy]

[ Yes good Fenris needs someone around to harsh on his magical hate parade. ] The land of dreaming. [ His brow furrows. ] Do you not do so?