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witchesreign2011-07-21 04:07 pm
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1 ☣ arrival
[Lunch is almost over, and cadets are just starting to filter (reluctantly or otherwise) back to their classes when a distinctive newcomer walks in from the front gate. Take your pick of what makes him so distinctive: the spiky black armor and huge sword slung across his back, the tense scowl, or the pointed ears. He moves slowly at first, with a tension-filled caution, but picks up speed as he makes his way into the lobby. In one hand he holds a course catalog--at a slight distance from his body, as if he finds it distasteful. He finally stops not far from the directory.]
Venhidis.
[The foreign word is spat out in a low and bitter voice like the swear it probably is. Then his hand tightens on the course catalog, the sharp claw-like fingers of his gauntlet puncturing it, and with a jerk of his arm he flings it off to the side. But none of the tension leaves his body, and when he strides forward to scan the directory, he continues to glower.]
They do not lie, I see. Their Garden even spreads out like a wheel, the better to crush the weak beneath it.
[Fenris is rarely in a good mood, but the past few days of acclimatizing to this new world, learning what goes on within it, and resigning himself to accompanying Balamb Garden in its travels have left him more bitter than ever. This is hell, and he is not out of it.]
Venhidis.
[The foreign word is spat out in a low and bitter voice like the swear it probably is. Then his hand tightens on the course catalog, the sharp claw-like fingers of his gauntlet puncturing it, and with a jerk of his arm he flings it off to the side. But none of the tension leaves his body, and when he strides forward to scan the directory, he continues to glower.]
They do not lie, I see. Their Garden even spreads out like a wheel, the better to crush the weak beneath it.
[Fenris is rarely in a good mood, but the past few days of acclimatizing to this new world, learning what goes on within it, and resigning himself to accompanying Balamb Garden in its travels have left him more bitter than ever. This is hell, and he is not out of it.]
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You don't sound like the kind of guy who sleeps easy anywhere.
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Perhaps if they provided silk sheets, I would consider it.
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...Silk sheets.
[He think about that for a second.]
Is that part of the human rest amnemities?
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It's part of a noble's "rest amenities." They are...usually human. But I could use it as easily, if I took it from them.
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Aren't you human?
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[He sounds faintly curious now. Hey, look, he's capable of expressing emotions other than rage and contempt! It's just a little difficult, okay.]
I'm an elf. You would not have to ask, where I am from. You are...not a small, strange qunari, then?
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...Do your species co-populate a planet?
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"Co-populate a planet" doesn't help much, either, although he can at least decipher that one, with some effort.]
You mean to ask if humans, elves, and qunari share the same realm? Yes, and dwarves also, though not without conflict. But humans alone provide for conflict enough.
sorry for the delay, I was away this weekend!
So you...hate humans?
LJfail + Otakon = my own delay!
[This is a lie, but he's still trying to cling to it for now.]
If it were not humans oppressing the weak, it would be some others. Mages will always have power that others do not, whatever their race, and some of them will always succumb to the temptation to use it. Not all, but enough.
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...Yeah. Probably. It's like that where I'm from too.