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[ 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.]
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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He's not sure of himself either, this is just the closest approximation he can make to actual flirting tbh. ]
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If you can still manage walking in a straight line, I'm in a tree at the southern edge of the Wood Sector and I have vodka. [ Because omfg hateful elf, come here and let him show you hospitality by getting you ragingly drunk. :|b He learned it from Geralt. ]
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mansion"apartment" swimming in fire and magic. The kind of fleeing that he does is always aided best by hard liquor. ] I'm unhindered, but how will I know what tree to look for? [ And seriously, why the fudge are you in a tree? ]video;
I'll be outside. [ Pause. ] You'll need help getting past the traps.
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Fenris nearly groans, at that. He can still remember the hideous shredding pain of stepping on one of those toothy metal bear traps once in the forests just outside of Kirkwall, when Hawke couldn't talk any of their party's rogues into an outing. And the indignity of needing the abomination's healing magic to put the gouged bone and muscles in his calf back together. ] Why do you wish to drink in a trapped tree?
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Um, the answer is because he is a paranoid shit who can't sleep soundly in cities or without things that make people scream in pain if they try to approach him. So. ] Because I value privacy.
If forests frighten you, I have an indoor place within the city. [ Don't be a wuss, Fenris :| ]
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And scoffing because omg that's an affront to his ego. ] I do not fear trees. [ He might when he realizes that Iorveth wants to climb up them for some reason, though ]
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is it an affront to your warrior spirit? is it? ] Then I'll see you shortly. [ OOPS, DISCONNECTED, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE NOW, SEE YOU SOON.
just pretend he's not totally in another conversation with you rn]uwu action!!
He's still got his sword on his back, the one that hangs only slightly off the ground from where it's strapped to his back. He steps light with those ridiculous bare feet of his, but he's got absolutely none of the natural grace that elves are supposed to have in the woods.
In fact, he keeps stubbing his toes on protruding roots. ] Venhedis.
uwu action!!
Is your world devoid of forests? You act as if you've never seen one.
[ Said with a smug shit smirk because Iorveth's a diiiiiick. But either way, he's standing up, picking up a large-ish stick near his rock and turning towards the trap perimeter. Fenris can handle himself with the roots, and if he can't, well, son needs to learn :| There's a moment of his squinting at the ground before he find a seemingly indistinct patch of grass and jabs at it with the stick. Whiiiich causes the bear trap to snap up viciously and snap the stick in half. Ballin. He picks it up, clearing the opening, and does a douchey sort of 'after you milady' gesture. ]
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WHY ]
Oh, here we go. [ Don't be a tool like the Dalish, Iorveth!! Just fork over the alcohol! With a flat sort of stubborn defensiveness as he follows in Iorveth's footsteps, staring mistrustfully down at the ground: ] I do not live in one.
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Once Fenris makes it through, he goes to setting up the trap behind him. Look that needs to be there, especially if he's going to be shitfaced because his aim sucks when he's seeing double. ]
Where do you live, then? [ Ugh don't be a city elf 8( and just striding past him up to the tree to grab at a lower branch and hoist himself up. Brb. ]
uwu action!!
Speaking of which, Fenris stands very pointedly at the base of the tree. He has never actually tried climbing up one before - that he can remember, anyway. To him, it seems... ominous. ]
What are you doing?
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A half finished bottle of vodka is waved idly in a pendulum like manner. ]
Do you fear heights as well as woods, city elf? [ :'> ]
uwu action!!
[ Fenris takes the time to step back so he can better glower up at you, Iorveth!! Oh my god don't you tease him with the alcohol, he hates you, how is he supposed to resist?? ] I do not fear either, I only see no point in courting a drunken fall onto the trapped ground. [ A beat, and then as dry and deadpan as possible: ] For you, of course. [ He reaches for a low branch, though, definitely not totally butthurt about being called a city elf (even though it's true.) The Dalish can throw everything away for a history full of shame and defeat for all he cares, but Iorveth with his lovely dragging-slavers-behind-wagons stories seems hardly akin to the the elves who waste their freedom on nothing worth having, to Fenris. ]
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[ There's a chuckle and it's been a while since he'd gotten to tease someone used not used to the Scoia'tael life on their aversion to tree climbing. They don't pick up new recruits terrible often. ] I paid my dues in drunken falls in my younger years, I assure you you need not worry for me. [ Because it was totally just him you were worried about, right? Right. ]
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He takes his greatsword off and leans it against the base of the tree, eyeing it longingly for a split second before beginning to climb again. He doesn't like being separated from his sword ok. His giant overcompensating sword. DON'T JUDGE HIM.
He makes it the rest of the way up eventually, but not without swearing up a storm, and he gives Iorveth the most disgruntled glower he can muster up when he gets there. You hand that vodka over right now mister!! ] Do you feel your point has been proven, then?
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There's a smirk when Fenris makes it up and a nod in affirmation. ] I do. [ He climbs up higher, onto the platform he'd extending in the last couple months here to have ample room for a sleeping area and then some comfortably. ] Come on, then. You'll be sturdy up here and I'll be sure to catch you if you start to topple off.