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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!"

Comments

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[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.

[pchaaair]

[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.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[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.

[pchaaair]

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

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[That stops him.]

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

[pchaaair]

[A shrug.]

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

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[A puzzled stare.]

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

[pchaaair]

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.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[The stare becomes a scowl. Oops.]

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

[pchaaair]

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.

[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

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

[pchaaair]

... Oh. Uh, okay then.

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