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famed & framed
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar.
Yet, unlike most new crew arrivals, this one is in the middle of chaos.
Despite more recent events, the planet of Emiri is not as peaceful as it once was. Frederick Link is still missing, and the authorities of Emiri have yet to lift the interplanetary ban they have placed on all space crafts docked at the aerospace. The captains previous held a meeting asking crew for any and all information that might help them locate the Komai, a mysterious group determined to undermine Link'd Inc's work providing flourishing matches across the universe by causing random acts of violence and protest across the three main cities: Harashan, Avelle, and St. Murtel. These things have led to mass arrests as well as an unsettling atmosphere spreading across the planet, and since a previous broadcast, things are beginning to escalate.
A downward spiral of these events begins as soon as new arrivals start to leave the Ingress—an unmarked box arrives in the cargo bay addressed to the inhabitants of the Moira. As per his job, Niko Bellic is the one to discover this box and open it. For some, the contents may be particularly gruesome. Link’s body is inside, clothed in a simple white button-down and pants (no shoes), and it looks as if letters have begun to bleed through the material. Anyone with expert knowledge of torture may note that Link was, in fact, tortured for information, and those letters? The writing itself spells out the name St. Murtel.
The captains, having been alerted of this, make an attempt to contact those at Link’d Inc. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done.
☄ First: MISCOMMUNICATIONSomehow, whether intentional or not, the Komai have once again hacked public systems and networks to brand those of the Moira as the ones behind these terroristic acts. They still use their own name, but the images are different, focusing on familiar faces wearing the ship’s uniforms and traveling to the Aerospace to return to the Moira. Not only that, there are short recordings of Link’s final words that mention a very recognizable name: Captain Thán. The Komai have redirected the blame to the Moira and its crew for their own means, and in response, any and all crew who are captured by authorities will immediately be detained and shipped out to unknown locations. The Captains send a message via MID and request everyone return to the ship to prevent this from happening. Yet, not all messages will be delivered depending on how far away they are.
With everyone’s safety hanging in the balance, the Captains have decided to take things into their own hands and find a way to lift the block on the Moira so they can leave Emiri’s orbit and avoid further repercussions regardless of whether or not any one of the crew wants to stay.
☄ Second: DECOY & DISTRACT After learning that Benjamin Link, son of recently deceased Frederick Link, knows how to unlock the ship so they can leave, the captains ask for volunteers to act as decoys on a mission to the Aerospace in Harashan. Their job is to distract guards and Emiri citizens, leaving the path clear for Benjamin to get to the computers. The captains reiterate that they are to use nonfatal methods as they don’t want a repeat of the events on Caducus Primary. Without his help, the ship won’t be able to leave, making this mission critical and extremely time sensitive. ☄ Third: RESCUEDuring the mission, Benjamin informs the crew that the Komai aren’t incorrect in their claims that Link’d Inc uses unforgivable means to obtain information in order to make their matches perfect. The children the crew dreamed about are just two of many—the offspring of Emirian citizens who had gone missing. It has long been suspected that Link’d Inc was involved in their disappearances, but only recently has the Komai done anything to shed light on these gruesome rumors. Benjamin, after successfully unlocking the ship, disables the security systems in St. Murtel, which will allow the children a chance to escape. They’ll need assistance in getting out of St. Murtel and to a pre-designated area in Avelle where a group of Komai and Emirians will be waiting for them.
But be careful. If anyone is recognized as part of the crew, they will be placed under arrest for treason and possibly never heard from again. ☄ Fourth: BREAKING OUTNow that the computer systems in Harashan’s Aerospace have been used to release the Moira, the entire crew are being called back via MID for an expedient exit from Emiri. Crew will be asked to assist other Moirans in getting back to the ship as quickly as possible via transporters or other small crafts as leaving is their only option at this point. In the escape, Emiri launches an attack on the Moira in an attempt to stop them. The ship’s previously unused defense systems activate, and those assigned to those positions are required to man their posts. Perhaps even those who don’t have the clearance are needed. Either way, it’s time to leave. ☄ Fifth: REFUGEESNow that the ship has finally escaped Emiri’s orbit, the crew will notice a group of stragglers in the main hall. During the crew’s quick exit, about fifty Emirians have taken refuge aboard the Moira, and the captains have agreed to take them to the closest planet so they may start again or live a life free of Link’d Inc “rule”. The captains ask the crew to help get them clothes and food for their short stay, no longer than a day at most, and to occupy them as best they can. Tell jokes, sing songs, bring up the kittens so that everyone can attempt to wind down after this series of unfortunate events. Light entertainment won’t be provided, but on request, some crew members may do just that.
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thisavrou_log2016-02-01 11:09 am
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A small smile begins to form and he doesn't bother to hide it. After all this time he's learned Fenris' little cues and nuances. So, he understands what it means when he takes his hand like that. It's nice, he thinks to himself, and he's glad he has this. It wouldn't have been a terrible thing to arrive in this strange place alone, but that Fenris is here, too, makes it all the better. ]
Maybe... [ he draws the m-sound out into an almost hum and gently nudges against Fenris' side ] Though, I sent him to help, I think we both know we'll have a third in this party once we get to the kitchens.
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At least I will not mind his company.
[ Unlike that of everyone else. Whether it's Hawke's bloody minded determination to get into trouble or Fenris' unease about the place they've found themselves, he cannot say. All he knows is that he's more irritable and intolerant of strangers than usual.
He slants a glance up to Hawke through the fall of his hair. ]
I'm glad he's here with you. I... [ He debates on it for a moment, then barrels on. ] ...worry.
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He knows this is likely hard for Fenris, what with meeting new people and not really liking people right away. And there are... a lot of people here. Well, "a lot" in Fenris speak, anyway. Hopefully they can make it through the week with no one getting a hand punched through their chest.
When Fenris looks over, Hawke is already looking at him. It's as if he can sense something more is coming. It does and it feels like a small punch to the gut. That Fenris is offering up honesty about being worried says a lot and makes Hawke a little uncomfortable. If only because he doesn't know a thing about where they are or if he can do anything to keep them both or anyone else safe. He exhales a heavy breath and cards the fingers of his free hand through his hair. A moment later and he wears a smile, pulls his hand away from Fenris to instead sling his arm around his shoulders instead to pull Fenris against his side. ]
No need to worry. Everything's fine now. [ a beat and he makes a thoughtful sort of noise ] Well, maybe not everything. If we're all here, Bran must be stuck running Kirkwall again. Aveline must love that.
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He accepts the arm around his shoulders and alters his stride so that he moves with the pull, fetching up against Hawke's side, tucked under his armpit like he belongs there. Which, he would be quick to claim, he does. After a moment, his arm rises to lightly rest around Hawke's waist. ]
I suspect Bran feels much the same way as Aveline. [ There's a part of Fenris that vaguely likes the fussy bastard. After all, they've exasperation with Hawke and Varric in common. ] He doesn't enjoy being Viscount.
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Hawke slowly runs the palm of his hand over Fenris' arm, shoulder to elbow and back again. There's an easy smile on his lips now, something that's borne of affection and years spent winning Fenris' attention. His pace does slow some just to enjoy this for as long as Fenris can take it. ]
What a farce. He enjoys it as much as he enjoys anything else. He just hides behind that disdainful, sour demeanor because he doesn't want anyone to know he likes anything.
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In his memory, fickle thing that it is, Fenris recalls how easily Hawke used to smile. That it doesn't happen so freely now is a tragedy. He does what he can, in whatever small way satisfies, to encourage their appearance. ]
He likes Serendipity. [ Fenris doesn't have to alter his stride terribly to match with Hawke's, though a more sedate pace is certainly easier to maintain. ] He's not shy about that.
[ He glances up at Hawke through the fall of his hair and smiles a tiny flicker of a smile. ]
In some ways, he reminds me a little of you.
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Which, by the same token, is a reason he tries to smile more. Hawke doubts that there's anything about a life in Thedas being free of complications and tragedies, but he can enjoy what he's got now that he's got it again.
There's not even a moment of hesitation before Hawke bursts with amused laughter. At least, at first. It's true there isn't much of a secret about Bran's feelings now but this... this insult!
Hawke chokes on that laugh and splutters oh so indignantly. That's further shown by the way he pulls back as if he's been burned just by leaving his arm around Fenris. Both hands clutch to his chest and he appears as a wounded animal. ]
What have I done to incur such a terrible insult!?
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As he looks at him, Fenris considers how he wishes to play this. Exasperated? Faintly amused? Those options have been done to death. No, he needs some new material. Ah! And then he's got it. ]
Is it?
[ His voice is light. Innocent in a way that Fenris' voice is never innocent. A slow, sly smile inches across his lips as he casually leans into Hawke's space. ]
Strange. Years ago, I seem to recall someone who looks a great deal like you flirting with him.
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Hopefully not at all, honestly. He's a little bit tired of being in dire situations. The way his life goes, he assumes that before long something here will be dire, but until that happens, he's sort of really okay with pretending that everything is fine. There's no heavy burden of being responsible for the lives of Thedas to weigh him down. (Granted, he would've liked to have been the one to take down Corypheus once and for all, and that still burns a little that he wasn't—he's going to hold onto that responsibility for a lifetime. But, he'd had important things to do. Warden-y things. Much to Carver's chagrin. That was a little fun, truth be known.)
Here he can ignore things he doesn't want to think about. Or, at least, doesn't want to think about while he's with Fenris. Thoughts that drag down his spirits are better left for when he's alone. So, he can cast the heaviness aside and enjoy things for what they are.
Though he might just be walking right into trouble. He hears that light lilt in Fenris' tone and knows he's likely headed for trouble. Ah, yes, and there it is. Hawke chokes on his own breath and coughs immediately after. ]
I'm offended by the very insinuation—!
[ He's really not. If only because it's completely true. But, in his own defense, Hawke flirted with everyone back then! At least, until he knew there was a chance for something with Fenris. ...Though didn't quite stop. It's ingrained so deeply in his personality!
Whatever. He's not on trial here! ]
It made him so annoyed, though. It was all in good fun.
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But Carver and Aveline aren't here. It's just him and the dwarf to keep Hawke out of trouble. Or follow him into it, if he's being realistic. And perhaps that's all right too. Fenris has been following him for more of the years that he remembers than he hasn't been. There's no reason to change that now. ]
Oh, was that it? Fun?
[ Fenris' voice takes on a sweetness that promises the heckling isn't finished. Oh no. It's barely begun. ]
I suppose you've had quite a bit of fun, haven't you? In the Rose, in the Hanged Man, with Isabela and the Inquisitor and that Tevinter mage.
[ Fenris knows the name of every magister in the Imperium. At least, those who presided over the magisterium while he'd been Danarius' slave. He recognizes the Pavus name, if not the son who joined the Inquisition. ]
You have a lot of fun, Hawke.
[ He isn't truly upset by the flirting. Not unless it happens in front of him. And even then, it's pathetically easy to rip the hearts out of the competition. Fenris has nothing to fear. Everyone else, however, does. ]
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As much as he'd like to keep up the offended and wounded look, he can't really do it. A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth before he takes up his spot against Fenris, slipping his arm back around his shoulder and urging them on again. He hums thoughtfully, recalling the days that seem ages ago. ]
Let the record show I never had any fun while aiding the Inquisitor. [ Not that sort, anyway. There were... other things going on at that time. Fun wasn't particularly on his mind. ] And you know very well I only had polite fun at the Rose. You were with me every time I went.
[ He sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose for a moment. ]
Except that one time I was made to fetch Gamlen.
[ Anyway. Moving on...! Hawke tips his head down so the words are only passed between them and just a soft murmur; ]
I have the most fun with you. [ And he seals that with a stamp of a kiss against Fenris' temple. ]
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It is where they met. Where Fenris' life changed and acquired meaning beyond simply revenge. It's enough to make him somewhat nostalgic.
He doesn't say more about the Inquisition. Hawke's experiences were traumatic enough that Fenris doesn't wish to make him relive them more than necessary. Better to focus on less harmful things. ]
Yes. Gamlen has quite a bit to say about that visit.
[ He's still teasing, his voice sly. Gamlen has a lot to say about everything. One can always take or leave most of it.
As Hawke's mouth touches his temple, Fenris slides his arm back around Hawke's waist and leans in against him. ]
I should hope you find our time together pleasant. I would not care for the alternative.
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Gamlen has a lot to say about everything.
[ Especially when it's nothing. Even after all these years the man has never learned how to keep his mouth shut. It's part of his charm. Or... something like it. Probably. Maybe. A little.
But, moving on from that, Hawke stares straight ahead for a moment or two. After all that he's been through, there is no one, has been no one, who's been able to make the disquiet in Hawke's mind slow quite like Fenris. There's so much he can attribute to him and maybe Hawke doesn't tell him enough. So, he stops again, but this time moves around so he's standing in front of Fenris. One hand lifts and he brushes the ever present fringe away from Fenris' eyes and shifts his hand to follow along the side of his face to cup his cheek and further until he can hook a couple fingers under Fenris' jaw to tip his head back a little. A tender warmth suffuses under his skin and the smile he wears is wholly affectionate. ]
I value our time together more than anything. [ Dipping his head down he rests his forehead against Fenris' for a brief moment before angling slightly to press a soft kiss against his lips. ] It's far more than pleasant no matter where we are. Even in space, apparently.
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Wisely, perhaps, he chooses to keep that opinion to himself.
Fenris stops when Hawke stops, glancing up beneath the fall of hair to look questioningly at him. That faint confusion fades as Hawke brushes his hair out of his face; even as he feels that hand on his face, Fenris tips his head back to look at him better. It isn't necessary to be told. He knows how he feels. Though he won't deny that it's nice to hear.
Sliding his hand around the back of Hawke's neck, Fenris returns the kiss, easy and slow. He allows the momentary interruption, but as soon as Hawke stops talking, he moves in for another, longer, somewhat deeper kiss. There's a shimmer of amusement in his eyes by the time he draws back. ]
I begin to wonder if you took my words as a challenge to outdo yourself. [ One hand, bare of the gauntlets, drifts lightly along Hawke's face, through the beard and over his cheek. ] You don't need to visit such strange places, Garrett.
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Probably.
There are worse places, surely.
Whatever. He doesn't care what anyone else things. He turns his head slightly to nuzzle against Fenris' hand, then presses a lingering kiss to the palm. A moment later and he lifts one of his own hands to cover Fenris' there against his face, doing nothing more than simply feeling him. For a few, silent moments he just watches him, searching his face and committing it to memory all over again—even if by now he's catalogued every last swirl of lyrium, every tiny wrinkle, every scar. There's not an inch of him he doesn't love with every last fiber of his heart. Hawke shifts his hand over and kisses the pad of his own thumb then presses it against Fenris' chin between the two lyrium lines. ]
True, I don't need to... [ That small, affectionate smile turns into something a little more sharper as he shifts beside Fenris once more to lead them into the mess hall. ] But, it's fun sometimes. Now, let's eat.