revivalproject | Arrival Log & A Network Transmission

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WHERE: The Fountain
WHAT: Arrival
WHEN: Saturday - Afternoon
WARNINGS: Bull is Bull, will warn as necessary.

The disorientation wore off faster than he would have thought possible. Looking around the place, it was kind of a shit hole, truth be told, but a vaguely familiar one. He couldn't quite put his finger on it as he stood, casting an intimidating shadow of muscles and horns, but the place just felt like he'd seen it before. It was like a dream, though, fleeting and dodgy any time he tried to focus on it. Instead, he followed his gut, which was telling him to touch that shiny thing over there. It was a weird dichotomy, honestly. His gut said to touch it, and his instinct told him it was probably magic or some other technological weird crap and that it would probably do something to him.

He touched it. His instincts were right. Agrii sounded familiar, too, and in that weird, half-dream sense as much as what the orb shoved into his head. That wasn't weird. That had happened a lot, he was pretty sure of it, but the big guy still shook his head, a hand on his forehead.

"Shit."

It was a lot, alright?

\\NETWORK - later\\

[The video feed comes on to show a grey-skinned man with sharp features, dark stubble, a scarred face with a fetching leather eyepatch (well, it at fetching according to at least one person who mattered), and what looked to be some hefty horns coming off his head. It was hard to tell their size from the feed, but they were definitely there.

He grins at the feed before he speaks, but it's a casual, good-natured thing. His voice is deep, too, earthy and rough. He speaks slowly like he has all the time in the world.]

Hey, folks. I just showed up, but I get the idea that's happened to a lot of you guys. I'm The Iron Bull. Any tips for the new guy? I'm open to all of it. Why don't we start with where to get a drink?

((OOC: For those of you continuing his TDM threads, responses are below from the latest tag!))

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It made sense, and it suggested the Agrii spent enough time here to adapt to the changing climate season to season. It begged the question of why they wanted them to rebuild it in the first place, and exactly what purpose helping them out here served.

It also served to bring back those haunted half-memories he had of a similar situation. They could only have originated in a place outside of Thedas, and he was starting to think it was here, but not here.

"Yeah. I...remember the Atroma." He breathed a sigh, crossing his arms across his massive chest. "And the Fleet."

Well, this was their home, right? Of course they wanted to rebuild it. Home matters, right?

"Then that makes you like the older ones," Tommy noted. "There ain't many older ones left around yet. The Agrii brought in more people to try and help them like the Atroma's show sometimes 'helped' worlds."

He nodded. It was even a sentiment he could get behind, helping other peoples across the galaxy. He'd thrown in with the idea before, even if it had been for entertainment.

"Yeah, okay. So, if we're supposed to be helping them, where are they?"

"They can't live on the planet. The storms that happen here, they can kill the Agrii," Tommy said as he finished scrubbing the last leaf and gathered the cleaned Tigertubers to wrap them. "I've seen it happen to Ga Re. She immediately collapsed and got really sick. I thought she was going ot die."

"Wait. So, the storms kill them, huh?" That got him frowning. "What do they do to us?" It sounded like magic, and that just got his hackled raised. He didn't have a huge problem with magic in general, but it sounded like some weird crap they might want to steer clear of.

"Bingo," Tommy answered. "For us, it's just a lack of powers if you have them. Like, I can't go fast, and my body isn't as durable. Electronics also shut down."

Not that Bull necessarily knows what electronics are.

He knew enough to know they were the things that kept the lights on around here. Nodding, he looked thoughtful.

"Do they know what causes 'em? It sounds like a bad idea to settle on a planet with storms that kill you if you've got a choice."

Hey, that was knowing a lot more than Tommy would have expected him to.

"Nope. That's part of our problem here. Our job is to make it so the Agrii can come back here, come home. But we can't do that until we figure out what causes the storms and stop it. Because they weren't always here. So we've got to figure that out first."

So yeah, he's not sure what the answer to any of it was.

"Right." It wouldn't be accurate to claim the Bull wasn't a problem solver. That's sort of what the Chargers did, but normally they did that with their fists instead of their brains.

"Everybody's working on that?"

Everybody working on that? Tommy actually laughs, shaking his head.

"There are people who think that helping the Agrii is a bad idea. So they don't. Sometimes we help them, try to figure out things, like with Sh'Ka. But that's it."

"Why would helping them be a bad thing, unless they aren't really helping us help them, if you know what I mean."

Conspiracy theories were often just that, but sometimes...sometimes they held water.

"Some people don't trust that the Agrii are the victims here," Tommy answered with a shrug. "All they care about is getting home too."

But Tommy's a hero, so he cares about helping these people. But the best way he can do that is by helping everyone else too.

"Yeah, I can understand that." The Bull hadn't been here long and already wanted to get back to Thedas. "But most of the time, it's not a big conspiracy. Thing are usually what they seem to be, or at least pretty close to it." Maybe the Agrii didn't need as much help as they suggested, but that didn't mean they didn't need help.

"Yeah, this? This definitely isn't what it seems to be. The other city people talk about? Clearly lived in by another group of aliens. Who didn't know the Agrii last time we saw them. And the Agrii didn't know them. AND the place is older. So there's shit going on."

So they needed something here.

"Great. I love getting to death with other peoples' shit." He scoffed, giving a slight shake of his head. "Probably politics. It's always politics."

He kept himself busy while he complained, though, helping Tommy with food preparation. "You know, if they needed mercenaries, they could have just asked. We're used to getting paid, though."

"Politics? Maybe. I don't know. Ain't my shit to bother with."

At least it' another dude here who doesn't mind cursing, and that makes Tommy happy.

"Don't know if they understand the concept of mercenaries."

"It was a joke, kid." He chuckled. "They probably just wanted people to rebuild this place."

"Yeah, they watched people on the fleet doing stuff. I think they got it in their heads that the people they watched on that could do anything. Save anyone."

Except it was never that easy.

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