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2 ☣ settling in
[1: the training center; last night]
[In the middle of the training center there is a ghost. Only not really. Ghosts generally don't fight T-rexaurs or wield really huge swords.
After almost two weeks, on and off, of watching the adventures of others in the training center and occasionally taking on a few Grats, Fenris has decided to see just what its more monstrous inhabitants can really do. Curiosity may be his stated intent, but of course his motivation is as always as much to release some of his fury at the world he's been thrown into at a controlled burn as anything else. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly counting on this...rather remarkable dragon-like thing. He's not completely outmatched, but it's a giant dinosaur, and all he has is his natural strength and his armor. He could probably use a little help.
He's trying not to look like he needs it, though. He fights ruthlessly and intensely, with perfectly controlled, powerful swings of the sword and low, flat-voiced oaths muttered in some foreign tongue. And then there's the matter of his ghostliness. He seems insubstantial despite the obvious power of his blows, shimmering nearly white and moving fleetly, ethereally through the undergrowth.]
[1: the library; this morning]
[The work given to him over his time here has been easy enough, and the compensation fair. Collect and sort trays and utensils in the cafeteria. Wash Garden's official vehicles (all right, so he's not entirely convinced those filthy metal things aren't some kind of armored monsters, but aside from that). Spend a night making sure monsters don't escape the training center. That sort of thing. Today's job: "More librarians than usual have the day off. Pick up the slack for them and put the books back into place."
Fenris was supposed to get this done early in the morning, before the library officially opened. It's now 0915 and he's still standing in front of one shelf, holding a stack of books and debating internally whether he could get away with sorting them by color and calling it a day. It's one thing to tell Hawke that he can't read, you see; it's quite another to admit it to the people in charge of Garden.
On the plus side, he's feeling too awkward to be properly filled with rage right now.]
[In the middle of the training center there is a ghost. Only not really. Ghosts generally don't fight T-rexaurs or wield really huge swords.
After almost two weeks, on and off, of watching the adventures of others in the training center and occasionally taking on a few Grats, Fenris has decided to see just what its more monstrous inhabitants can really do. Curiosity may be his stated intent, but of course his motivation is as always as much to release some of his fury at the world he's been thrown into at a controlled burn as anything else. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly counting on this...rather remarkable dragon-like thing. He's not completely outmatched, but it's a giant dinosaur, and all he has is his natural strength and his armor. He could probably use a little help.
He's trying not to look like he needs it, though. He fights ruthlessly and intensely, with perfectly controlled, powerful swings of the sword and low, flat-voiced oaths muttered in some foreign tongue. And then there's the matter of his ghostliness. He seems insubstantial despite the obvious power of his blows, shimmering nearly white and moving fleetly, ethereally through the undergrowth.]
[1: the library; this morning]
[The work given to him over his time here has been easy enough, and the compensation fair. Collect and sort trays and utensils in the cafeteria. Wash Garden's official vehicles (all right, so he's not entirely convinced those filthy metal things aren't some kind of armored monsters, but aside from that). Spend a night making sure monsters don't escape the training center. That sort of thing. Today's job: "More librarians than usual have the day off. Pick up the slack for them and put the books back into place."
Fenris was supposed to get this done early in the morning, before the library officially opened. It's now 0915 and he's still standing in front of one shelf, holding a stack of books and debating internally whether he could get away with sorting them by color and calling it a day. It's one thing to tell Hawke that he can't read, you see; it's quite another to admit it to the people in charge of Garden.
On the plus side, he's feeling too awkward to be properly filled with rage right now.]
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Yo, pretty-boy, you want a hand?
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He darts several steps back and resolidifies, the shimmer fading until it's only in his legs, keeping him faster. He studies Bro for a moment of this reprieve, the sword still held warily. Part of him wants to say no, but he's not stupid. Besides, it's Bro. He's okay.]
I could use one, yes.
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I'll distract him; you try to get him in the eyes. Deal?
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He fades back into that strange ghostly state and circles around the T-rexaur, sword held at the ready, glowing as much as he does.]
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Library
... Naturally, she isn't aware of the fact that, to him, it may seem they've already "met" by now... ]
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Are you... looking for something?
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2 also idk if I want to have Toph run into Ghost Boy in the TC or not XD;;
Oh! Hi! Looking for a book, too?
up to you!
I don't lodge here for free. Arranging the books is my assigned task this morning.
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2 because this might be funny as hell
Though she spends a few minutes trying to figure out who the heck is fighting that thing. Finally, she just calls]
Do you want some help?
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No. But I may need it.
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I'll distract it, you...do whatever it is you do to kill this big ugly, okay?
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Ah sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here already.
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[He doesn't seem to actually be getting much done, though. He shifts the books awkwardly between his hands.]
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Library
Hey! Uhh, you workin' here today or is there... someone... else I'm supposed ta... ... ya know, ask, or whatever?
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[He puts a blue one on the shelf, followed by a purple one, followed by a red one. That makes sense, right? The titles on the spines clearly have nothing to do with each other, though.]
The other help is busy, or so I have been told. You could wait for them. If patience is your strong suit.
[He looks at Zell's gesturing hands.]
I doubt that it is.
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Right, 'kay... Well when ya get tired of yer sortin', I'm here to pick up a reserve that came in today for me... Zell Dincht.
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Sorry for the late response
it's cool!
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Training Center
Thy faithful servant asketh for thy blessing. Honor us with the splendor of thy song... Holy Song! [ She casts the spell, radiating warm, soothing light that envelops herself and Fenris, strengthening and revitalizing them. Then she unclips her chakrams from their holster beneath her surcoat and zooms forward in midair. ]
Are you alright, Fenris?
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Yes.
[After a moment, he races back from the T-rexaur to grant himself a brief reprieve.]
Can the same be said for you? You are willing enough to throw magic around at the first enemy you see.
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I'm fine. You just seemed to be having trouble...
[ The t-rexaur takes that moment to express its rage at being ignored. ]
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Having trouble there?
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...apparently.
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wow I forgot about this comment, SORRY