towerofanimus | but everyone should know

Characters: Fenris (

freewolfmoon) and OPEN.
Setting: Earlier today in and around room 2-04 in the dormitories.
Format: Whichever!
Summary: Fenris wakes up after arriving. He isn't happy.
Warnings: Nothing so far.

He doesn't know how long he sits awkwardly curled on the bed, his fingers curled around the collar on his neck, emotion he still, after all this time, doesn't understand how to deal with running high through him. It's an effort to read the letter: part of him is insisting he should forget he even knows how to read in the first place, accept the return of his old fate. The past nine years were a pleasant dream, but they're over. Hawke isn't here to defend him. He should...

He shouldn't be thinking that way. He knows better, now.

Fenris reads the letter, checks the trunk at the foot of the bed (his armor, good; this joke of a sword, not even four feet long, that he was either going to sell or give to Aveline for a laugh, not good), and grimly strips out of the strange white thing to change into his rediscovered armor. Then he slams open the door and strides out into the hallway.

His voice, raised not quite to a yell, echoes with level, seething calm down the halls. "You collar me and ask me to be happy. The days when I would have obeyed you are long over."

He lifts the sword, and when he speaks again, some of the calm is starting to seep out of his voice. "Vishante kaffar. Come at me and fight, if you wish to take me!"

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[Stare.]

...has something been done to your memory?

[SO CONFUSED...]

... I don't think so...

[He rises fully out of his half-crouch once more.]

Qunari who call themselves trolls and know nothing of the Qun. Collars that won't--

[The markings on his skin abruptly light up with blue-white luminosity which rapidly centers on his throat, turning his entire neck ghostly white. He grabs the collar and pulls roughly, as if expecting it to tear right off. It does not.]

That won't come off.

[He paces a few steps.]

What is this place?

[At that, he takes a step back. He has no idea what is going on, but whoever this is is kind of... angry seeming, and he would rather not be on the receiving end of a bad mood.]

It's the, err, tower, and it's where people seem to go when their universe ends, or something like that. I don't really know why the collars are there, though-- [He points at his own collar, blue filling the tubes.] but I have one too.

[Fenris stops as he looks back at Tavros. Oh. He's scaring the kid.]

...I apologize. I seek no fight with you.

"The tower." Descriptive. And they tell us to "be happy here."

[He just barely catches himself before sneering. Right. Trying not to terrify the kid.]

[He shrugs at that, but he doesn't relax. He's a troll, he's used to fighting and anger and stuff, but he really doesn't like confrontation, especially if he doesn't have a proper way to defend himself.]

It's not really that bad, at all. There's a lot to do, and, they make sure we have food and everything.

[He's silent for a little too long, staring intently at Tavros's collar, trying to keep the sick dread off his face.]

You know no better.

[His voice is weary, grim. It's the only explanation he knows that fits Tavros's resignation. It's his explanation.]

What's your name?

[He... doesn't really know what Fenris means by that! Because honestly, aside from Vriska tormenting him and all, the tower is actually better than his life on Alternia was. Not that... Fenris would know what Alternia was right now, but. Yeah.]

... I'm Tavros.

[Fenris really has no idea about either Alternia or this tower for the moment.]

I'm called Fenris. And where are those who would claim to be our masters?

[For all his attempts at not scaring Tavros again, he can't quite keep the contempt and loathing out of his voice at that.]

I'm, um, not really sure. [Another shrug. He shifts a bit awkwardly.]

[Pause. Something here isn't adding up. He's collared, but he has a weapon, even if it's not a very good one. And no one has come to collect him.]

If you're part of some kind of trick, it must be a very elaborate one.

[He shakes his head.]

I don't think I am part of a trick or anything like that. At least, I don't think I am, but I think someone would have told me if, err, this were an elaborate trick of some kind.

[Sigh.]

Yes, that's what I was saying.

Where are those who would call themselves our masters? They're the ones I intend to turn my blade on.

... Um... [HE'S THINKING, but honestly, he has no clue.] I am not sure, exactly.

[That stops him.]

Then what do they intend to do with us, if they don't show themselves?

[A shrug.]

I'm not really sure, to be honest. But-- there were things that happened that they seemed to cause.

[A puzzled stare.]

Of course. If they would attempt to enslave us, they must do some things...

One of them brought in, um, phantoms, I guess. They could kill us, and they were like things from home. They're still around, but they don't really, err, do the killing thing anymore, I don't think.

[The stare becomes a scowl. Oops.]

Then they are mages, if they summoned shades. No surprises there.

They are? [Sollux was the Mage of Doom, but he doesn't... quite remember Sollux doing something like this...]

I didn't know that, um, that was what mages did.

Then you are lucky to have little experience with them. Not until coming here, at least.

... Oh. Uh, okay then.

I guess that is good to know, uh, if they are mages like that, I mean.

but everyone should know

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