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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[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[He looks slightly puzzled, but continues to tentatively feel his way through the conversation.]

I have heard...rumors of such things, tales of the qunari having them, in my world. But they're merely stories.

[A beat.]

Were such things real after all, they would begin to provide a way to fight those who wield magic.

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[A frown]

Are mages a problem where you're from or something?

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[This is possibly the worst person to ask that question. His mouth curls down into a grimace.]

A problem?

A plague and a torment, perhaps.

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

So that's a yes?

[Slightly nervous giggle]

I don't think the magic here is like the magic wherever you're from, if that's any comfort? Heck, it's not like the stuff back on Spira, even if they have all the same names for spells and stuff. [She pauses] Which is really kinda weird, actually.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

Indeed it is, though not all would agree. But not all have the experience I do.

[He's making her nervous, and he has no reason to do that. She's no mage herself, and she's been nothing but pleasant to him. Fenris checks himself.]

Magic is magic, wherever it is, and I've seen no good come of it here either. But enough.

Spira is...your home?

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Yep! It's a lot prettier than this place, more ocean and clear skies. Less military stuff, too.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

There will always be some military. It's in the nature of men.

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, but there's still less of it, and I don't have to be part of it. [She makes a face] Al Bhed are not cut out for military stuff.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

Al Bhed? Your...family? Or clan?

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Clan, sorta. It's actually what I am, but since I look like normal humans for the most part, it's easier to just say "clan".

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[He gives her a thoughtful look.]

Your eyes, I see. Is that considered a great enough difference in your world?

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[Rikku nods]

Well, that, the fact that all Al Bhed are blonde, aaaaaaand the fact that we didn't buy into stupid old Yevon when it was still around.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[A guess, because it wouldn't be the first time:]

The quarrel was religious?

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Yep. As far as everyone else was concerned, we were heretics, all because we thought the self-sacrificing-for-no-good-reason-because-Sin-always-came-back thing was stupid.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[She gets a carefully neutral look at that. This is clearly beyond him. All he can offer is a cautious:]

Religion is fond of martyrs.

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

Like you wouldn't believe.

[A headshake]

At least that's all over now. [A quick glance at the clock] Ack, I am going to be so late if I don't leave like, now. See ya, Fenris!

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[A little snort.]

I suspect I would. But farewell, for now.