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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!"

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[Tavros had been... enjoying a relatively quiet day in the tower! Until Fenris came along, that is. Now it's not so quiet. This person is being really aggressive, too, so he's being extra cautious-- he doesn't have his lance here in the tower with him, after all.]

... Uh. I don't really want to fight you.

[Whatever Fenris was expecting to see, Tavros...is not it. He lowers his sword in surprise and just stares at the troll for a moment. When he finally speaks, it's with cautious respect.]

Shanedan, imekari. They have taken you as well?

[That was... unexpected, and a lot different than what he was expecting, considering how Fenris was acting not too long ago. He nods at the question.]

Yeah. It's, um, not so bad here, most of the time. Usually. [Unless there are phantoms chasing him down the stairs and killing him and stuff.]

[He gives a little shrug, a roll of his shoulders. The tension is still there, and it's coming back more obviously now as he gazes down at Tavros.]

You'd allow this? How long have they had you?

I guess I didn't really have a choice, or anything like that. I think I've been here, um, two or three Earth months.

[He's still cautious, of course. Tavros doesn't know what to think of Fenris right now.]

Chiaki had been taking another stroll when the strange being had threatened her. She instinctively put up her hands in defense, stepping back a bit as well. Sure, when demonic beings and such approached her, she didn't off like a frightened chipmunk, but a sword being pointed at her definitely helped raise a small bit of the fear factor inside of her.

"I'd rather stand here and not be impaled," she spoke, at least having enough energy to be a smart retort. "Judging by the blind threat, you are new here as well I take it?"

["Earth"? Fenris wonders at that, then shrugs it off for now as some peculiar Qunari usage of the word that he's not familiar with. Certainly he can't see what months have to do with earth. He crouches slightly to study Tavros. Come to think of it, he is a rather odd-looking Qunari, right down to his clothes--not to mention those legs. What kind of armor is that?]

Are your people in charge here?

[But he's shaking his head.]

This madness seems little like them.

He was lowering the sword already from the moment he saw the collar on her neck. "I am. You're another captive--" He lifted a hand in apology. "I mean you no harm."

... My people? [He tilts his head a bit at that.] Um. There are a lot of other trolls here, but, we are not in charge at all, I don't think. It's some other people.

[ Yikes. Pointy sword. Do not want. ]

This is deeeefinitely not the droid you're looking for.

I come in peace.

Chiaki's hands lowered as well, though only slightly. She was still wasn't trusting of someone with a weapon and tattoos...tattoos which seemed awfully familiar from somewhere. But where?

"At least you aren't a mindless killer," she muttered, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

[ He pauses at the sight of the collar on her neck, then lowers the sword. ]

You've little choice but to come in peace. They've taken you as well.

[ But there's something about what she said that bothers him... ]

"Droid"?

Then--

[Wait.]

Trolls? What sort of follower of the Qun are you?

... Uh, what is a Qun?

At that, he grinned with taut and not particularly friendly humor, some of the anger he was suppressing bubbling back up to the surface. "No. I am not mindless."

Fenris took a breath and steadied himself again. "Nor will I raise my sword against another here against their will. Do you know where we are?"

[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.

It's a pop culture reference. Don't worry about it.

I'm Stephanie Brown, but you can call me Steph.

[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 looks suitably baffled.]

Culture that goes pop...? No, I won't ask.

[He gives a slight nod.]

Fenris. How is it that we walk freely and have weapons, if we are at the mercy of our captors here?

[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.

Our captors are weird. I kinda get the feeling that we're test subjects.

[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?

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