Arrival Log & A Network Transmission

[theirondragon]

WHO: The Iron Bull (theirondragon) and you
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!))

Comments

[theirondragon]

"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.

[doubled_speed]

"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.

[theirondragon]

"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."

[doubled_speed]

"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."

[theirondragon]

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

[doubled_speed]

"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.