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[ the image appears shaky at first - a sure result of complete ignorance on how to actually handle the blighted device - before it is moving to show an elf eying it with suspicious distaste. ]

I've questions. For those who've been here longer than I. [ he shifts, a subtle frown over his otherwise unreadably solemn expression; his tone is level and steeled, albeit sharp. ] What does this - Initiative expect us to do?

Fight their battles? I do not know what manner of magic - [ there's a twist to his lip that can only mark disgust. ] - they posses that was used to trap us here but -

They cannot win this war of their on their own without forcefully involving others. Yet some of you are quick enough to trust them, to think they will send us all back. Why? [ He sighs, bright olive eyes narrow, harden. ] They seek nothing but power to further their own gains. A situation I have seen far too often where I am from.

What have they made all of you do in your time here, I wonder?

[ There is a pause, then. A break. If he knew how to make a filter - if he knew what that was- he'd be making it right now.

A new expression passes his brows now - reminiscent of pain, though it appears as a flinch. his hand curls into a fist on the table he is sitting at. ] Hawke. I need to speak with you.

[ because pride stops him from openly asking for help he secretly may need. ]

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[ Holy italics, Batman, let's not get our panties in a bunch already. In contrast to the quivering snap of Fenris' tone, Prestor's is smooth, measured, and perfectly calm. ]

At ease. We'll be winning no wars with that sort of attitude.

And who is this Hawke person, might I ask?

[ Because nosy dragon of doom is nosy. ]

[ Oh, there's certainly a hardness to the elf's voice. A pinch of annoyance can also be heard over the feed.

However, if Fenris was good at something, it was showing only those emotions he wished to show. Hey, at least he wasn't tearing this place apart. He certainly wanted to. ]

I see no point in being foolishly optimistic either.

[ A beat. ]

Someone I know. [ vague elf is vague. ]

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[ He doesn't even need to hear it to know that it's there; he's a way of sensing these things, sensing hatred, malevolence, and everything associated with it. So he can only smile, unseen, behind the safety of the tablet, wondering just how he can use this particular tool. ]

A wise outlook, but there's no need to be hasty. You never know who might be listening in.

[ Like a dragon who will someday break a world apart, but that's beside the point. ]

I'm sure you know many people. That doesn't really help to narrow it down, unfortunately.

[ the hatred? oh, it's there. seething and unforgiving. and once being a slave, fenris is particularly...moody about being used as someone's tool. ]

And what would you suggest? Sit and wait? [ he needs to know what to expect! ]

[ a quick exhale; ] He's here. What else would you like to know?

[ He'll just have to be particularly careful about letting that tool bit slip, then. ]

Take a breath. Collect yourself. Then proceed with caution. That is the approach that is best, from any standpoint.

[ Poor thing, though, all cornered and lonesome like a skittish rabbit. He'll show his face, just for you, just to see if he can worm out a scant amount of trust from this individual. ]

Details. Facial features. Give me those, and perhaps I can locate him [ dropping his next word purposely ] magically for you.

[ Sadly, trust is something Fenris has nearly run dry on. Perhaps it is due to thinking that he is infact, alone (despite having a very small number of those he does have trust in). It would take far more than simply showing your face though.

The elf is eyeing the man through the screen, warily. Though the wariness turns to something more of a bristle as the other proceeds. ]

You are a mage? [ A steeled glare. Glareglareglare. There are too many of those here, what is this. ] I do not need your 'help'.

[ And implying the use of magic? Trust would be doubly as hard to gain, unfortunately.

If this dragon wants him as a tool, this will not be an easy effort. ]

[ No easy task, to be certain, but Fenris' response to his subtle reveal tells him enough. Not all reacted the same way to magic users here, as he'd come to learn, and better to know who your friends were first and identify your foes all the faster.

Not that anyone or anything posed much of a threat to the aspect of Death, but it never hurt to exercise caution. As he'd said. ]

Don't have a taste for them, eh? I suppose there's always the old-fashioned way, if such is your preference.

I have asked for him. If he does not hear, I will go find him. There is nothing more to be done. [ Perhaps others would not have assumed 'mage' as quickly as he had; but tension ran high, as did his urge to accuse.

By the moment, it seemed this place was crawling with magic. It unsettled and unnerved. ]

Magic spoils. [ His entire life, for example. ] Your so called 'help' can easily turn to harm.

[ A beat. ] Tell me this: why do you use your magic? [ hint: an answer such as 'to gain more power' will result in more rivalry points. ]

[ How about infuriatingly neutral points? Because he can already see that rivalry points won't get him very far with this one. Have some vague to compliment your earlier vague, Fenris. ]

Why does anyone use magic? That is a question we could spend all day discussing.

[ This one clearly knows what he's doing. ]

[ And yet Fenris will always try and find an answer to such questions. And spread his generic beliefs on the subject. Sorry. ]

Power? It is a means to achieve a personal gain, no matter the cost. I have seen far too many times to what extent magic corrupts. It makes it far too easy to turn to blood magic. Many only need a meager excuse.

[ He's made tougher sells before in his long, long life. A little resistance just makes the prize all the more enticing, the trophy all the more valuable.

And the carcass all the juicier by the end. ]

That may be true, but power is also a convenient means to an end. What is obtained selfishly can also be employed towards a selfless goal. A state grows into an empire, absorbing other, smaller territories in the process, but ultimately its reign is benevolent and just. Is this not power at its finest, its most efficient and its most successful?

[ Prestor leans forward, the insistence from earlier in his tone stronger now. ]

I need no excuses, nor do I make them. I produce results. And results originate from power, do they not?

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[ ...Sounds promising? ]

[ His scowl grows. Oh, wouldn't you fit right in with the Magisters. ] The selfish attain selfish goals. An entire Empire was built upon that. There was nothing benevolent in the sacrifices that were made for a single man's gain within it! Each would do anything for more, each trying to outdo the other. As long as one is given the means to attain more power, one will take it.

[ Scathingly: ] If you do not see this, then you are a bigger fool than I thought. [ A beat. One more seething remark, after this; he cannot help himself. ] Yet, you sound like you would have found great understanding amongst the Magisters of Tevinter. [ can you hear the hate? ]

[ He feels hate, each and every day, coursing through his body for millennia, but that makes Fenris' words no less cutting, impassioned and intense. And even though he disagrees, there is power in the soul of this individual, this young man, that he must have.

Why do you use your magic?

To destroy, of course.

Prestor's eyes narrow.

And I will destroy you, utterly. ]

I see your feelings are strong on this matter.

Who are you?

[ It is a question with deeper implications beyond simply asking for a name, which is easily obtained. He is asking for the story beneath that simmering rage, that temper capable of burning down a whole town if left unchecked. ]

[ Fenris hates that, which in essence, had made him what he is. It was in Tevinter that he received his lyrium markings. His so called 'power'. It had saved him, perhaps in its own twisted way - allowed him to escape. Allowed him to put an end to the master that had hounded his tracks for years.

But it has also given him hate. At times, it seemed like there was too much of it; a sort of hate that can make one blind, can consume.]

I am someone who has seen first hand what the desire for power can do. What you seem to call a just reign I saw as slavery and sacrifice, driven by blood magic.

[ His lip curls into a near snarl - perhaps 'Fenris' is indeed a fitting name for him. ] So yes, I do 'feel strongly' on this matter.

[ But you won't be getting the details of the story from him. ]

[ And Deathwing can see them both, the rage flowing through his eyes and the marks of lyrium flowing through his skin. One who had seen the worst of humanity and little of its best, which bodes well for his cause. He would be easily twisted, easily turned against it. An easy pawn to acquire.

It would still require effort, however, and not the approach he is currently taking, so he dials himself down to something more humble, more apologetic. ]

I did not know of this. I am sorry for it. Slavery, unnecessary sacrifice, or anything of the sort are not my intentions.

[ Prestor's eyes soften behind the screen. ]

We are shaped by our experiences, for better or worse. It is a shame the world has only shown you its darkest side.

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