[YIKES. That... sounds astonishingly cruel, and she can't stop a brief look of horror.
Is the 'former' because he killed his master? Not that she's going to ask that, but if he was made a living weapon. It's possible.]
I hope you aren't free only because you're here. [Sort of a question. Implied question.]
And... I'm actually fourteen. [She cups her cheek in one hand sheepishly.] I wasn't aware I carried any authority--I try to make suggestions that are sensible, I suppose, and consider all possibilities.
[They only just invented game ratings in 1993 SHE'S NOT PREPARED FOR DRAGON AGE BACKSTORY]
Ah, well--[she's about to say that's good, and it probably is, but it's not... exactly right to say that about killing someone.] I'm happy you escaped. The tattoos don't cause you pain now, do they?
[Now that is a compliment, but it's also a commentary on the kind of people Fenris knows, probably.]
In that case, I hope I'm still judged as sensible at thirty as I am now. I've been told that age brings wisdom--it'd be disappointing if it was the reverse.
Carved into...? ...Eesh. [He's actually kind of sorry he called it awesome.]
Of course I do! It's all part of being a legendary hero of legend. My words pierce my opponents with the blade of fear, turning their hearts to quivering goo, before my hand pierces them with the blade of steel!
Okay, so... [he's almost hesitant to ask now, but he really wants to know] ...what does the glowing do? Does it increase your strength or your defence or something?
Well, the monologuing doesn't have to come before the fighting. They can happen at the same time, if it proves necessary. Situational analysis is a vital part of heroism, and one of many skills I possess in abundance.
[Blink blink.] O...kay... Er, you mean that metaphorically, right? The 'reach inside enemies and tear their hearts out' part.
Ah... no. I have not lived a life where I could have had the ability or even idea to do so, and after I learned that I liked them, one was already in my life. He belongs to my lover.
[Former lover. He should learn to say that, shouldn't he?]
A fair point, though I'm glad you've had one in your life regardless. Should circumstances change, I think you would manage quite well. Garahel's already a fan.
Red, definitely. Something full and heady with a tart aftertaste. After stealing my master's supply, I admit to being very spoiled on fine, expensive wines.
[He laughed, stealing wine, he could relate. Master or...tavern, stealing wine when one needed wine.]
You would appreciate the wine France has to offer, mon ami. Believe you me, I enjoyed quite a bit of good red. The Brasserie Garceau was a regular place in my old time.
[Good thing they let him back into that place, haha.]
[Technically he stole a whole mansion, the wine was just a bonus.]
That sounds fancy. With the lack of a decent bottle here, however, I'd even go for the swill they call alcohol in the old tavern I used to frequent. There were bets that their stock was made from dock water, but it got the job done.
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How does a child like you manage to carry any form of authority in this place? People listen to you, yet you can't be more than seventeen.
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Is the 'former' because he killed his master? Not that she's going to ask that, but if he was made a living weapon. It's possible.]
I hope you aren't free only because you're here. [Sort of a question. Implied question.]
And... I'm actually fourteen. [She cups her cheek in one hand sheepishly.] I wasn't aware I carried any authority--I try to make suggestions that are sensible, I suppose, and consider all possibilities.
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No... I was free back home. I killed my master.
[Eventually, six+ years later after running away.]
Fourteen? You're more sensible than some thirty-year-olds I know.
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Ah, well--[she's about to say that's good, and it probably is, but it's not... exactly right to say that about killing someone.] I'm happy you escaped. The tattoos don't cause you pain now, do they?
[Now that is a compliment, but it's also a commentary on the kind of people Fenris knows, probably.]
In that case, I hope I'm still judged as sensible at thirty as I am now. I've been told that age brings wisdom--it'd be disappointing if it was the reverse.
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Do you always yell things like that and give yourself away to the enemy?
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Of course I do! It's all part of being a legendary hero of legend. My words pierce my opponents with the blade of fear, turning their hearts to quivering goo, before my hand pierces them with the blade of steel!
Okay, so... [he's almost hesitant to ask now, but he really wants to know] ...what does the glowing do? Does it increase your strength or your defence or something?
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[He grits his teeth a bit. He was going to get this question a lot, wasn't he?]
They change my tangibility and make me harder to hit while giving me the ability to reach inside enemies and tear their hearts out.
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[Blink blink.] O...kay... Er, you mean that metaphorically, right? The 'reach inside enemies and tear their hearts out' part.
...Right?
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And there is no possible way to remove them?
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If only she was aware about cosmetic surgery]That is unfortunate. My apologies to bring this up.
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Given your fondness for mabari, have you ever thought of raising one yourself?
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Ah... no. I have not lived a life where I could have had the ability or even idea to do so, and after I learned that I liked them, one was already in my life. He belongs to my lover.
[Former lover. He should learn to say that, shouldn't he?]
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He's not really going to see that hairy beast again, is he? Or the dog?]
I... hope you do not mind if I steal a pet or two now and then.
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Garahel would be heartbroken if you didn't, I'm sure.
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You would appreciate the wine France has to offer, mon ami. Believe you me, I enjoyed quite a bit of good red. The Brasserie Garceau was a regular place in my old time.
[Good thing they let him back into that place, haha.]
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That sounds fancy. With the lack of a decent bottle here, however, I'd even go for the swill they call alcohol in the old tavern I used to frequent. There were bets that their stock was made from dock water, but it got the job done.
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