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[djinnigenie]

[The feed kicks in with an accidental activation. Shuffling, loud, brushing noises herald a loud, muffled, angry, female voice.]

MORRIGAN! Where in the Maker's name am I? WHAT DID YOU DO?

[Slam! Rattle! Distortion. The louder words echo a bit in the cavernous space.]

WHERE AM I?

[Heavy breathing.]

You said I would live, but you didn't mention *this* - can you hear me?

[Deep breath. Calmer voice.]

Very well. I do not know where I am. This is not the Fade nor the Deep Roads nor anywhere I have seen in Ferelden.

[Muffled noise and scraping.]

Dear Andraste! Morrigan - please run, my friend. Loghain is going to be hunting you. Loghain... dear Maker.

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

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[attention_wenches]

[He really ought to spend more time monitoring the communicator. It apparently has the potential to be be profoundly amusing. This woman, in particular, seems to lead a most exiting life. He tries to keep from mocking her outright, this time, since she's laboring under mistaken impressions rather than making isolated poor decisions. It's one step above stupid.]

Calm down a bit first, Milady, and I'll do my best to begin to explain.

[Not mocking outright, but looking superior and irksomely smug? Especially for what seems to be a dusty boy of fourteen sitting on a library table? Well, he can't help it. Loki is essentially what happens if you teach a cat to talk.]

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[djinnigenie]

[Replying voice does not seem to be close to the communicator.]

I hear your voice, but do not know whence it comes. Please show yourself.

[attention_wenches]

[Ah. Well, he can work with that.]

If you examine your belongings or perhaps the chest where you found them, you'll discover an item that emanates messages in the form of sound and images. Uncover it and we can talk much more readily.

[djinnigenie]

[More noises against the communicator and then the woman's voice is clearer.]

Aha! Tis found. My thanks. A woman speaks to me as well. Is she with you?

[Elissa lifts the small box to see the it and its stylus. Suddenly, she is visible - and wearing little more than small clothes.]

How very odd.

[attention_wenches]

Nay, all of us have access to the device. And no surprise that there'd be general interest in a new arrival. Have you just woken in an odd chamber, then? In a room full of similar chambers containing more people, all apparently asleep and still confined?

[He means more to reassure her that her situation is precedented, since the sight of her in the ship and barely dressed is fairly self-explanatory.]

[djinnigenie]

Aye, tis indeed how I find myself. I am the Grey Warden Elissa Cousland. What a strange and convenient manner of communicating! Who might you be, young stranger?

[Camera angles get all crazy as the woman studies the box with a curios frown.]

[attention_wenches]

[He might as well give up being cagey about his name, since Thor tells anyone that Sigyn hasn't already.]

Loki Odinson of Asgard. But we're no more in Asgard than... Ferelden, I think yuo said, Milady? Welcome to Verdana. Several others in those pods have woken, myself included, to find themselves taken from home through unknown means and without any memory of how we arrived.

[He looks pretty calm about that, but he's had time to get used to it.]

[djinnigenie]

[She looks slightly hopeful.]

Ferelden, indeed. Tis a pleasure to meet you, Loki Odinson. You say... others... have woken? Have you met others most recently from Ferelden? A blond Antivan elf named Zevran, perhaps? Or a most grumpy warrior named Loghain Mac Tir?

[attention_wenches]

[Her description of her friends amuses him a bit. He's beginning to be inclined to like her.]

I haven't, I'm afraid. I haven't seen any elves at all, though I might have missed an individual human warrior. There are many of those. It's far from impossible, in any case. My elder brother arrived here after I did.

[Though... That had its own complications. Perhaps he'd better warn the lady.]

Though should you find someone from home, their memories may not entirely comport with yours.

[djinnigenie]

[That little frown returns, bringing with it a tiny line between the female's brows.]

Ill news, that - and much to take in while undressed. It seems to me as if I've not slept at all between my last memory and this, but that is not true, is it?

Allow me to dress before further pondering such weighty matters. Are you nearby amidst these... these tombs? Your kindness is appreciated and I should like to speak more with you in better surroundings.

[attention_wenches]

[Kindness? Not something often associated with Loki. He'd call this the kind of bare, functional politeness that won't get him remonstrated by Thor.]

Nay, I'm in the archives in the city nearby. If you've yet to even dress and leave the place, then there's a great deal to say.

[He considers sending Thor along to fetch her. It worked last time, but this woman isn't putting on affectations of helplessness.]

Best that you, eh, garb yourself and make your way here. The road is easy to spot and the way is... Well, not particularly dangerous. Are you armed or skilled at magic or something comparable?

[djinnigenie]

[Amusement twinkles in the woman's gaze at that question.]

I am neither mage nor helpless maiden. Considering the past several months of my life have involved walking along various roads of questionable safety, I am fairly certain that I can find this city of which you speak. Shall I ask for you at the gate, Loki Odinson? Or further inward?

[attention_wenches]

Well, if you really intend to seek me out, I can come to meet you, I suppose. Though I can tell you nothing that other old hands couldn't.

[He's so used to being off-putting that her relative enthusiasm strikes him as odd.]

I'm up to my neck in papers in the Vault just now, but I can put them aside. In any case, the city is easy to make out, as it surrounds a peculiar dome that I understand to be comprised of some sort of energy and acts as a fortress for those inside it. We're in the half collapsed buildings outside that.

[djinnigenie]

Interesting. [Now there is a phrase and tone she's learned from Morrigan.]

I do not wish to take you from your work, young Odinson, but you are the only soul that I know in this place aside from the woman who has gone quiet. Is there a guard at this half-collapsed city?

[attention_wenches]

[Yuck, responsibility. Well, that'll teach him to be passably civil and not just demand that Thor handle the fallout.]

There are local soldiers, but new arrivals from the ship are frequent. They won't bother you. If you ask anyone, they can send you to a building generally known as the Flop, where new arrivals are housed until and unless they find somewhere they prefer. That would be the easiest landmark where I might meet you.

[djinnigenie]

My thanks again, young ser. I shall gather my equipment and be on my way in less than an hour. Fare you well until next we speak.

[Another frown, another odd camera angle, and then Elissa seems to figure out how to turn off the communicator for all goes dark and silent.]

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[attention_wenches]

Just so, Milady.

[He nods, then packs up his work to go for a walk.]

[Waiting outside the flop, Loki looks even younger than he did over the communicator, since it's easier to see how short he is. Aside from a satchel stuffed with papers resting against his hip, he's perfectly unarmed and looks a bit bored, but at least in dress and manner he's not so unlike a Fereldan human as to be disquieting.]

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[djinnigenie]

[It is late afternoon when Elissa arrives in her Grey Warden armor. Loki may not immediately recognize her since her leather hood is pulled up over her hair. She is armed not only with a sword and dagger on opposing hips, but with a longbow in hand and a quiver upon her back. Dangling from her belt via a leather thong is a brace of rabbits, furry corpses tied around their back legs. There is even a small pack at the small of her back, denoting a woman who is used to traveling and packing light.]

[Drawing nearer, Elissa's eyes narrow.]

Loki Odinson?

[attention_wenches]

Indeed.

[Nothing about her appearance surprises him. She would do well at home. Better than he, most likely.]

Milady Elissa? Nothing particularly toothy beset you on the way, I hope?

[djinnigenie]

[She really ought to correct him on the title, but she's rather missed hearing it and no one here thus far knows a thing about the Grey Wardens. The boy earns a smile.]

Nothing terrible. Only this pair of unfortunates who crossed my path.

[She jiggles the thong holding the rabbits with a gloved hand.]

Tis a pleasure to meet you in person, Ser Loki, and I thank you for kindly gifting me with your valuable time. Perhaps you would accept these rabbits as my gift?

[attention_wenches]

[Loki, in turn, doesn't correct her. He may have given up on hiding his patronym (deserved or not), but he feels no inclination to announce himself a prince without prompting.]

It would be wasted on me, I'm afraid. My brother and I are both dismal cooks. There is a trader in town who's always eager for game, I understand. It might be best to take them to him.

[He does appreciate the thought, though.]

[djinnigenie]

[A nod.]

Very well. Now, what can you tell me of this entombed sleep? Do you know why we were part of it?

[attention_wenches]

Little, I'm afraid. Twas a ship that traveled between worlds by means... different than those used by my people, so I cannot say much on that subject. It crashed here a hundred years ago, but just what bearing that has on the people in those tombs, I do not know.I know that people can return to the pods, that they wake unexpectedly, so the whole is a mystery.

[He does like to lecture. Being pedantic is such fun.]

[djinnigenie]

[The woman's face changes and, despite not being a helpless maiden, she suddenly looks as though she might need to sit down.]

One hundred... years? So, I have been here for that long? I mean, if I was already entombed at the time of the wreck... Twould have to be that way, aye?

[softly] Dear Maker.

[attention_wenches]

[He could see how that would be even more distressing for a human, with their short lives.]

Perhaps. Perhaps not. I did say that there are strange discrepancies. I mentioned my brother is here. He arrived by different means, and not only is he far more than a hundred years older than when last I saw him, but he remembers our history differently than I. There's more afoot than simple abductions, and time and events are apparently all out of their proper way.