2 ☣ settling in

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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Yo, pretty-boy, you want a hand?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[Those teeth shouldn't have come so near, snapping closed just above his shoulder. But Fenris is tiring after some minutes of hacking away at this thing. It's been a while since he fought something this nasty solo.

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.

[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

Cool.

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I'll distract him; you try to get him in the eyes. Deal?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[A swift nod. Fenris is good enough at taking orders in combat, so long as they come from someone he respects, and Bro has so far proven himself respectable enough.

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.]

Library

[subjected]

[ Claire is already wearing a mild, distracted scowl when she rounds the end of an aisle to where Fenris is, holding a book in both hands and... clearly still looking for something else amidst the lines of titles, sidestepping slowly with her pale eyes firmly fixed in front of her. The look she aims at him...? Disinterested and extremely brief at best.

... Naturally, she isn't aware of the fact that, to him, it may seem they've already "met" by now... ]

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't see any reason for fancy greetings, especially absorbed as he is in his impossible task. But he does know this woman, or at least--he's had a conversation with her before. Or so he thinks. He glances up and inclines his head to her in a familiar, acknowledging manner.]

[subjected]

[ Her hair is shorter and she dresses differently... but yes, the resemblance is otherwise... alarmingly perfect. Claire catches the nod but doesn't really mentally file it as 'knowing,' as distracted as she is. It's not until several seconds have passed with her standing and scanning the books, apparently not finding what she's searching for, that she finally looks over again. Her gaze drops momentarily to the books, then to his face. ]

Are you... looking for something?

2 also idk if I want to have Toph run into Ghost Boy in the TC or not XD;;

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[Rikku's in the library trying to find a book on alchemy in this world when she spots Fenris]

Oh! Hi! Looking for a book, too?

up to you!

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[A flicker of irritation across his face; his mouth thins into a line.]

I don't lodge here for free. Arranging the books is my assigned task this morning.

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

...you're not a student?

2 because this might be funny as hell

[erosion-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Training Center? Toph is so there.

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?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[He jumps back a bit from the T-rexaur, giving him some room to breathe, and resolidifies so that he's fully visible as a person instead of a luminous shape.]

No. But I may need it.

[erosion-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Whoa. Cool trick.]

I'll distract it, you...do whatever it is you do to kill this big ugly, okay?

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[fierybluebird]

[Being in the library club, Marco spends a lot of time in the library. He's also an early bird and usually gets away with it under "club duties" what with the Disciplinary Committee on top of it, and by just plain being sneaky. Plus he really doesn't look quite young enough to be a student, but who can tell these days?]

Ah sorry, I didn't think anyone would be here already.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

I'm working.

[He doesn't seem to actually be getting much done, though. He shifts the books awkwardly between his hands.]

[fierybluebird]

Oh. Mind if I grab a book then?

Library

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Hey! Uhh, you workin' here today or is there... someone... else I'm supposed ta... ... ya know, ask, or whatever?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

I'm sorting books.

[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.

[swatting-flies.livejournal.com]

Ouch, man....

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.

Training Center

[wingsofvirtue.livejournal.com]

[ Colette's first instinct whenever someone is in danger is always to help, to protect, to fight. But this monster looks so strong. Her wings shimmer into view behind her back, and she clasps her hands beneath her chin in prayer.]

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?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[He's grown used to support magic from his time fighting at Hawke's side--Bethany used it, Anders uses it on those rare occasions when Hawke is feeling sadistic enough to let the two of them fight in the same group. So he doesn't rear up in rage at the sudden light. Strange, though, how he tenses, how it only seems to fuel his fight more instead of soothe him.]

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.

[wingsofvirtue.livejournal.com]

[ Puzzlement passes over her features. ]

I'm fine. You just seemed to be having trouble...

[ The t-rexaur takes that moment to express its rage at being ignored. ]

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[The Prince mainly knows Fenris from passing him by on the way to and from their shared lodgings when Elika kicks him out. He also knows him by name, but the Prince isn't really into spooking people he has to room with, so he'll just keep that to himself.]

Having trouble there?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[Fenris glances up from the books and pauses at the sight of a familiar face. For all that, though, he still doesn't know much about the Prince--not even a name. So he responds only guardedly.]

...apparently.

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

— look, I don't normally work in the library, but you look like you could use a hand. That, and there're a lot of books that go in places that don't necessarily make sense, so. How about it? Want some help?