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[Spend time around Fisherman's Horizon today, and you may run into an unfortunate scene: an armored elf with a huge sword slung over his back, upsetting the locals. He is, after all, rather hostile-looking for such a peaceful and pacifist town, and he isn't even in SeeD uniform. It's more or less the same story at various points during the day: Fenris attempts to enter town with his sword and armor in place, and some local authority figure rebuffs him sternly for disrupting the peace. His responses grow increasingly sarcastic and bitter as the day wears on--]

I intend no harm nor provocation. I'm merely accustomed to keeping my weapons close at hand.

[That was at nine in the morning. By five in the afternoon, it's more like--]

Yes, this is surely a sound philosophy. Feel free to ask me for help when raiders savage your docks and kidnap your children. I'll be over here, ignoring you entirely.

[By nightfall, he's just outside town on Horizon Bridge, leaning against a lamp post and scowling at the unhelpful ocean. He still has his sword with him. He's not trying to fight anything, though. He's just...brooding. In the dimming light. It's quite picturesque, really.]

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[But that's not how it's supposed to happen. Fenris is supposed to be the one doing the haunting. It's a broody kind of thing to do.

That's not really broody music, though. Actually, it sounds rather sweet. Almost like a lullaby. Fenris tries to ignore it for a little while, but soon enough he's looking over thoughtfully in the direction of--oh. It's Bro.

Assume awkward pose.]

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Sup.

[It took him a little while to figure out what "sup" means, but he's got it now.]

This town is not to my tastes. It sits vulnerable, surrounded by the open sea, and refuses to defend itself.

[A moment's pause. Okay, might as well get it over with.]

...there is the matter of the dance.

In case you haven't noticed, pretty boy, this whole world's like that.

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Pretty sure both countries fighting forgot why, and they're usin our kids to do it. Mercenaries. Everything's topsy turvy here and nothing makes sense.

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But it's better than where I'm from.

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Yeah, what about it?

[He gives a cynical little snort.]

A fair point, indeed. I've yet seen little of this world, and what I've seen is madness.

[He can't avoid the subject that way forever, though. He looks up at the darkening sky for a little while, then speaks in a low voice.]

I apologize. I should not have...said the things I did, or made such advances.

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It's cool, dude. You're not the first person who's made advances, you were tipsy and it was a dance. Dances are the place for saying stupid shit.

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Just so you know? Don't usually go for guys. Sorry dude. But seriously, it's cool.

[He lifts a brow, chuckles a little, rather awkwardly.]

Few in my world even make that distinction when it comes to elves.

[They're all pretty, right? Or something like that.

He tries to force himself to relax somewhat, but succeeds only in dialing the tension down from 11 to an 8 or so. He is, apparently, not capable of standing in any posture that doesn't make him look like he's about to snap and kill everyone at any moment.]

I've attended such festivities before--there is nowhere in Tevinter without danger for a magister with threats and rivals, and my master wanted a shield at his side. But this was...the first I've been to of my own choice. I suppose it is natural, that I would say "stupid shit."

You're a good looking dude, but I like 'em with boobs. Hey, sit down man, stop standing around like you got a rod up your ass.

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I think everybody does that at parties, even if it ain't their first one.

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Did you have fun though?

[He lifts one shoulder in an uneasy shrug.]

I make no distinction myself. But I would not press you further in any case.

[If Bro hadn't just swept the whole matter away with the, you know, being all hetero up in this thing, Fenris would totally be giving him the "you can do better than me" speech right now. But he did, so he isn't.

Fenris hesitates a moment, then settles down on the ledge next to the lamp post, still with little hint of a slouch to his posture.]

I didn't rip anyone's hearts from their chests, if my hazy memory serves me well. So yes. I believe I did have fun.

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That your usual meter for having fun? "Nobody died; must have been a good time?"

I also consider it a good time if slavers died.

[He keeps a straight face, but there's a slight edge of dark amusement to his voice.]

But the drink was strong and the company not as terrible as I feared. As occasions go, I have been to far worse.

There we go man. Hey, maybe if there's more of them you should go.

... actually I'll be holdin my Coffeehouse sometime soon. Place to share poetry. You don't have to share but you can listen in. Might be a good time.

[He turns to look out over the ocean, just because damn, it's such a perfect brooding pose.]

I would consider it.

[Because he has to be brooding while making that kind of admission.]

Send me word when you do.

Sure thing.

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Got any requests? Songs, I mean.

[That is one of those things that it rarely seems like a good time to ask about. Fenris lifts his head to look back at Bro, his expression fleetingly wistful.]

I know few songs I would wish to hear again. It would be better if I listened to ones new to me.

[Neville approaches after overhearing an exchange. He's a little interested in swords now, having had the opportunity to wield the Sword of Gryffindor himself.
Of course, he doubts it counts a really wielding if all you do is just wave it around with the pointy end away from you.]

They really don't like swords around here, do they?

[Having given up on getting into the town for the time being--and growing thoroughly disgusted with himself for trying--Fenris is on his way back to Garden for the moment when Neville approaches.]

Swords, maces, daggers, or what you call "guns." They shun them all. For all the good it may do them.

[He mentally adds 'wands' onto that list, frowning. You can't defend yourself without a weapon.]

What's the point in teaching how to use them at this military academy if they don't like us having them?

[A thin smirk answers that.]

This land is not accustomed to making sense. Perhaps I should have expected no more.

Things make sense where you're from? [He's curious about other worlds, now he knows they exist.]

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They do. It is not a kind or merciful sort of sense, but it is sense all the same. People learn from the mistakes of the past and try to contain them in the present.

[Nodding] I think people are starting to do that back home. Now our war's ended we can try to make things normal again. And better.

[The first time she overheard the conversation, Cissie had to hold back her laughter as hard as possible.. but by the second or third time, it's a lot less funny than it seemed.

As she's walking out of town, with a huge shopping bag, she can't help stopping to glance at him. Hey, he's the guy from the elevator...!]

Guess they're not so fond of your shiny weapon, huh?

[It takes him a moment to look over at Cissie, a frown lingering on his face.]

I don't see why not.

[This time, he actually doesn't sound sarcastic.]

[She sighs, pondering his weapons and then her (really large) shopping bag...]

How desperate are you to get into town?

[A slight shake of his head.]

I wished to see more of this world. Perhaps even to learn why they trust this Garden and its demons.

I will learn little of that from a town wallowing in its own foolish ideals.

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