thecapitol | War Room One

Who | The Dragon Age cast and Friends
What | Dorian plans a covert meeting in the middle of the night so they can actually, you know, plan and shit
Where | In the Training Room
When | Right about now, but at 3 am in the morning
Warnings | uh, nothing I can think of so far

Jason had him on a leash tight enough to suffocate. It was simultaneously as binding as it was embarrassing, so he was loathe to bring attention to it. But they needed to meet. Iron Bull had just arrived - how many more of them would come before the next arena?

It had everything to do with planning and nothing to do with a growing anxiety about making sure they were all okay. Nothing.

The notes came first. Carefully drawn notes with the Inquisition eye at the top, and a sketch of the training room at the bottom, requesting the attendance of the Inquisition and any of her allies that they'd happened to make. He didn't send notes to anyone outside the Inquisition - he trusted them to bring anyone that they thought was worthy. They could use all the help they could get.

The time was set for three in the morning - late enough that Jason would not be awake to keep Dorian from slipping out of the District Suites in the middle of the night and taking the elevator right down to the training hall. (He was getting used to that box.)

He wrung his hands before he stepped into the room. He wasn't nervous. How utterly ridiculous.

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"All kinds." Bull tilts his head as he looks down at the Commander. "A lot of the time they just stand there and stare, like they can't believe the horns are real."

He reaches up to knock his knuckles against one.

"They do seem to bring in all sorts, though mostly human from what I can tell so far," Cullen says thoughtfully. "You'd think they'd want more... exotic people."

"Exotic." Bull likes that. "Exotic's a good way of putting it. So what about you, when'd you show up? How was it?"

Cullen snorts faintly. "Confusing. I arrived and was immediately sent to the arena. I was there just long enough to find Cole and Dorian, and then the whole thing exploded, and I was back here. Tell me I'm not the only one who gets massive headaches in this place."

It's just so bright. And loud.

"Can't argue with you there. It is pretty flashy in this place."

Bull frowns, not liking what Cullen's told him. "So, you find two of our guys and the place decided to blow you all into the sky. Talk about a welcome."

The source of all headaches, quite frankly.

"Better a quick end than a slow one," he says with a shrug. "It wasn't a good place. All made of metal, with demons everywhere."

Bull's eye narrows and his lip pulls up in a curl, sharp canines showing. "Demons," he growls the word. "What kind of demons?"

They seriously have demons in this place? Fuck.

"Or something very like them," Cullen says. "They attacked on sight, and didn't speak, but looked nothing like any animal I've ever seen."

"Most demons and spirits I've come across talk. You're sure these were demons?"

Everything in the Fade - mostly everything - had spoken. Not his most pleasant experiences to date.

"Who's to say the animals here are the same as ours?"

Cullen shrugs. "I'm not sure there's much of a difference, in the arenas. They seem to serve more or less the same purpose, albeit controlled by the people who run things."

"That purpose being to enjoy fucking us over." With arenas and with animals frightening enough to come off as demons.

"Would be nice if we could talk to someone."

"They don't seem interested in talking," Cullen says. "As far as I can tell, their sole purpose in bringing us here is for entertainment. I doubt there is anything we can offer to convince them otherwise."

"Has anyone tried? Or is everyone just assuming there's no point?"

Bull really hopes it's not the case where assumptions are concerned.

"Their technology is far beyond anything I can imagine," Cullen says with a shrug. "Do you think they would find our knowledge useful enough to release us from this?"

It's a genuine question, honestly - Cullen doesn't really think so, but if Bull has something to offer, he'll listen. He'll hear any plan.

"If they have the means to bring us here then it shouldn't be that difficult for them to take us back. They have all this... technology," he says with a wave of his hand. "They can work something out. But do I think they would release us? Not likely. But what do we have to offer to them that they don't already have or know?"

He lets out a heavy sigh and his brow furrows.

"My point exactly," Cullen says bluntly. "They have no incentive to release us, let alone send us back home, as long as we're of entertainment value to them. And that is the only value we possess, as far as I can tell."

"And if we decided we didn't want to be part of their little freak show?" What could they do, Bull's got no idea how these people work.

"That's not a choice we have, as I'm sure you've worked out," Cullen says with a snort.

"Yes but what happens? That's what I'm getting at. And you've been here longer." Throw him a bone here, Commander.

Cullen shrugs. "When I first arrived, I was quite disoriented. I was escorted by armed guards to a - tube, of some kind, which transported me to the arena."

"Then you didn't get to enjoy the goods of the Capitol." That was a shame, but also terrifying. To be thrown straight into the arena after showing up...

"I see very little good about this place, quite frankly," Cullen says with a snort. Luxuries don't impress him, and the technology mostly just confuses him at best, and gives him a massive headache at worst. "This place is like the worst of Orlais, with better technology than anyone in Thedas can imagine."

"Have you even tried the sweets? If this place has anything going for it, it's the lemon filled tarts." He'd gotten himself a bit of a sweet tooth indulging in the cakes and fudge they had here.

"I think I'll leave the appreciation of the lemon tarts to you, Bull," Cullen says with a faint smirk. His tastes are very simple, and he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, for the most part.

"Aw c'mon, just one. It won't hurt to just try the one. You don't know what you're missing." It'll make him happy, Cullen.

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revocation - 2015-02-24 02:37 (UTC) - Expand

DONE? so happy we always have long threads that finish ;_;

meravas - 2015-02-25 00:29 (UTC) - Expand