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IC CONTACT - DRIFT FLEET

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	KIRK	Fenris? It's me. Can I come in?
	MARIAN/CLOUD	Meanacing
	DORIAN	Well, I wasn't certain what to expect...
	JUSTICE	You seem to have escaped the planet unharmed.
	RIONA	You know, when someone is three sheets to the wind and suggests a threesome...
	RIONA	Fenris! It feels like ages since we've spoken.
	KIRK	ACTION
	MARIAN	Fenriiiiis
	ADALWOLFE	please tell me you didn't sleep with Isabela too
	ANDERS	:3
	MARIAN	This will do
	KIRK	Can we talk?
	MARIAN	You're a mess, Marian.
	ADALWOLFE	Special delivery!
	ANDERS	Maybe it will help with your face.
	HAWKE	Fenris? You there?
	VARRIC	Don't-- don't do anything.
	OCTAVIA	Hey, Fenris
	ELIZE	Fenris?
	JOVE	ACTION
	STEVEN	fenrisssssssssssssssssssssssss
	ROBIN	Listen, Fenris, I know you don't give a shit about me, but--
	FELIX	Fenris, I apologize for contacting you in this way, but I was wondering...
	JOVE	SO ABOUT COLE
	JOVE	STRAWBERRIES

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	KIRK	About Anders
	KIRK	Kirk wakes
	KIRK	Kirk? Can we speak?
	MARIAN	Where are you? We need to speak.
	KIRK	You wish to speak
	HAWKE	We need to speak
	VARRIC	Varric. Varric. Varric wake up.
	JOVE	Jove. May I have a moment of your time?
	JOVE	Can we speak? Are you busy?
	HAWKE	Is there anywhere on this blighted hole we can find any decent alcohol?
	JOVE	I was spiteful and angry to you, and I owe you an apology.
	HAWKE	Hawke. Did you know the Inquisition have a demon?
	VARRIC	There is something I need to tell you.

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You...haven't?

[Well. That's weird. The thought of never having Sebastian in their lives sits horribly in Fenris' stomach. The man is one of his dearest friends, knows him like very few ever do. He wonders if that helped, having not met a man who gave him an anchor in this world, in the decision to attack Adalwolfe. What other little things happened in that world that nudged him to that decision, he wonders. ]

Hm. I recall them mentioning it at one point. I did not ask either of them for the details.

[Because frankly, the last thing he wants to know about is Anders' love life. ]

No. Hermione knew him though, where she was before here. He's Starkhaven's prince, right? That's quite literally all I know.

[And he therefore has no opinion, though that same thought that occurs to Fenris about how it might have changed things did cross Wolfe's mind as well.]

And yes, well, I'll be glad to sit with the knowledge that one of the few things both of you can agree on is that Isabela is a great lay.

He is. He's a good man. I found a lot of comfort in his guidance, even if he is...somewhat preachy.

[Understatement of the century, there. Fenris sounds amused now, at least.]

I doubt it is an agreement we will be bonding over any time soon, if it's all the same to you.

Weird though, that I never met him. All the rest of the people seem to be the same from one version of Thedas to another, from what I can tell. Well, besides the Inquisitor, but the people I - Haw-...

[There isn't even vocabulary for this.]

The Champion of Kirkwall had with them. Me.

....whatever, you understand what I'm trying to say that you were all the same mostly between worlds, right? But I guess there's more variation than I thought.

I understand.

It does seem a little strange. I have not met a...you that has not had Sebastian in our little gang before.

[He exhales softly. ]

But if there was one thing I learned during my time in Exsilium that the smallest of things can have the largest of consequences. A small, insignificant act can reach far and wide, as it builds momentum, and there's no real way of knowing it will do such a thing until it had already happened.

That's true of life, I think.

[He chews the inside of his cheek, thinking hard, then abruptly stops when he tastes a bit of copper. He needs to stop doing that, but he wasn't paying much attention as his brain followed down the same path as Fenris'. What if this Sebastian was a deciding factor? Not that it absolves Adalwolfe of his guilt over not having tried to talk to the elf back home, but it does raise the question of their being other things to consider.]

What is he like, this prince of Starkhaven?

[Fenris seems to brighten. He never minds talking about the very few people he considers his friends. ]

He is a good man. Rather...preachy at times, but he wishes to do good. He tends to be a little flighty though only because he doesn't really know where he belongs. He's torn between his place at the Chantry, and avenging his family's deaths, or taking his rightful place on Starkhaven's throne. When I last saw him, he had chosen the Chantry.

[But then it blew up and who knows how he's going to take that, in all honesty. Fenris doubts it will go down well, at all. For now, though, he remains unaware of the depths of Sebastian's rage towards Anders' actions. ]

Despite that, he is always willing to listen. I consider him one of my dearest friends.

I find that most people involved with the Chantry can be rather preachy, but that doesn't really discount them as good people. Aveline is preachy too and she's not even involved with the Chantry.

[Which he says with all affection.]

But someone in the Chantry who actually listens? I wouldn't be surprised if more is different between our Thedases than you've thought to tell me.

[Only... Anders had still set the Chantry up in flames. He can't imagine Sebastian would have been pleased about that if he were a brother. Honestly though, he doesn't want to talk about it.

Though, there is something Fenris should know...]

Um, actually, speaking of... differences. [Awesome segue.] I have something to tell you.

Unfortunately, it did little for the fate of Kirkwall. Tensions still grew to unbearable levels, Meredith is still braying at the moon. Sebastian may be willing to listen, but that does not mean the Chantry as a whole is.

...The last thing I remember was Elthina trying to get between Meredith and Orsino. We both know how that went.

[Not well, frankly. Not well at all.

There's a steady pause here, Adalwolfe tends not to bring him the best of news to him. ]

Should I be worried?

[He doesn't want to talk about Elthina. Meredith and Orsino are easier, at least they had actions to be judged on, but Elthina... She wasn't innocent, not hardly in her refusals, but she wasn't entirely guilty either, no matter what Anders says. Adalwolfe spoke with her as well he could and he found her someone who was trying to walk a similar balance that Dumar had politically, trying to keep the power of the Chantry from boiling over. But she could have done something, and Adalwolfe does agree she should have, just... he's not sure that makes her just as culpable as Meredith's calling for an annulment in Kirkwall even before Anders had ever set foot in the Chantry to complete his deed.

He lets out a soft breath into the com, the only indication that he has any reaction to Fenris mentioning Elthina, but when he actually speaks his voice is as jovial as it ever is.]

I don't think so. In fact, the opposite.

[A brief pause, as if Adalwolfe is bracing himself for a reaction despite his saying there's nothing to worry about.]

Justice is gone. Severed from Anders and sent back to the Fade, thanks to Allen. Riona was there too, in case you don't trust me.

[Fenris welcomes not talking about it. No good will come from it, what happens next is in his future and Wolfe's past. No amount of speaking about it will change what happens, what will happen. It is what it is. ]

Oh. I know.

[Oh look, it's the party pooper, ruining all the good news. ]

He and I spoke after his...celebratory bender.

[The banged pots and pans, Anders threw lightning at him, they had a heart to heart. It was the best. Also confusing. He's not used to having civil conversations with Anders. ]

I trusted that you would get the job done, and I'm glad it is. We may all sleep a little sounder now.

[Except Anders, maybe. ]

Oh.

[Anders didn't tell him that. Not that Anders has to tell him every little thing, Wolfe would just like it if he did.]

Well. That's good, then. Saves me the trouble of a play by play.

[You totally took the wind out of his sails Fenris.]

And maybe you and Anders can actually, oh I don't know, get along. Considering. We could start up Wicked Grace nights without having to have Varric or Aveline as mediator!

[Which isn't to say it wouldn't be infinitely better with those two, it's just not possible seeing as they're not in the Fleet. But that is one thing Wolfe has been missing. He's made friends here, ones he holds dear even, but there's no sense of a family about it yet. They're all loosely connected islands unto themselves. He misses the camaraderie of sitting around with bad ale and a worse hand and laughing at stupid jokes and getting harangued for his puns not just one on one but in a group. It's a weird feeling he's not entirely sure how to express, but he's certainly more hopeful now with Vengeance out of Anders' head, even if that brings up a slew of adjustments and questions in their personal life together. Things Fenris doesn't need to be aware of.]

You can still sit at opposite ends of the table, of course. I'm not expecting miracles.

[Fenris isn't surprised Anders didn't tell Wolfe. It wasn't exactly a pleasant conversation for the mage. Still, it was a step in the right direction. Varric may well have been right in his estimation that they were more alike than they realised.

Still, the elf has truly missed spending time with others. Just sitting round a table, playing Wicked Grace. Talking, laughing. Just being...whatever they are. It's not the same without the others, but it can be something close. They can make it into what it should be. ]

That may be wise.

[Baby steps. ]

That would be pleasant, though. I am sure most of the Thedosians here would welcome a chance to play Wicked Grace again. ...We should probably keep a careful eye on Sister Nightingle, though. I have a feeling she would be sneakier than Isabela.

[Which is, frankly, no small feat.]

Depends, what always got me with Isabela is she would hold a bombastic conversation while sleeving cards. While not wearing sleeves. Leliana isn't quite as boisterous. She is a rogue though, so you're probably right.

[He's grinning happily about it though, the very idea of sitting around the table again, even with some new faces, is a happy one.]

I'll try and hunt down some cards, or even make my own if I can't find anything, and let you know when we can get a game night off the ground. Let Marian know, would you?

And Leliana does wear sleeves.

[Think how many cards she could hide, Wolfe. ]

Thank you. I would...actually look forward to that. I'll be sure to let her know.

[In those massive gloves of hers? So many.]

And I promise it won't be with betting clothing.

[He pauses.]

The first game, anyway.

[So many. They would be so doomed. The elf chuckles lightly. ]

I think that would be wise. Settle us in gently.

Will do.

[He gives a warm smile. While Fenris can't see it through the voice only call, he can probably hear it in Adalwolfe's voice.]

I'll talk to you later, Fenris.

[He can absolutely hear it. ]

Certainly. Farewell.

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