When I'm as cold as a dying stone

[unasked_for]

[It's not that Fenris is completely unaccustomed to cold. He's been to less than temperate regions before, and lived through plenty of seasons that were equally less than temperate. An escaped slave on the run has to endure plenty of unpleasant conditions, and he hadn't always been in the position to be well-equipped for the environments he was driven to. What coin he'd ever had at his disposal had, of course, had to be stolen, since he'd rarely had the opportunity to take time enough off of running to even do anything as simple as mercenary work.

But it's been years now since he was on the run. He's become used to having a home, somewhere to hole up during the colder months - Danarius' abandoned mansion had its fireplace, and his house in Mayfield has a heating system he doesn't question, even if he luxuriates in it. So suddenly having that taken away catches him unprepared, to say the least. It's not as though he's usually equipped for cold - mostly he just wears his armor, which being metal conducts cold well, on top of it leaving a decent amount of skin exposed in any case. He doesn't even usually wear shoes.

So he's a bit more cranky than usual, to say the least.]

[Phone]

Are the usual torments of this place not enough, that now they try to kill us by inches? Is there some point to this, beyond seeing who freezes first? Do even our captors know what they're doing by now, or have they become as confused and aimless as their captives? Certainly if there is any logic to anything that's happened since I've arrived here, I cannot discern it.

[Action]

[Despite Fenris' cold and complaints, the fact is that he has responsibilities. Bethany can take care of herself for the most part - or at least Fenris doesn't want to be the one to suggest otherwise to her - but he also has Sara to think of, and he's quite fond of Sara. There's also Roxas; even if Fenris doesn't know the boy particularly well, he still has some degree of duty to look out for him. Fenris may not place much weight on the housing system in general, but he's not quite so callous as to tell a boy being forced to live with him that he has to look after himself. That means providing for them, to such degree as he's able.

So Fenris can be found prowling through the stores of Mayfield today, procuring general necessities and food. You may simply run into him in the aisles...or you might find that you have your hand on the last item on a shelf that's also being gripped by a menacing-looking gauntlet, and facing a rather uncompromising green-eyed glare.]

Comments

[Phone]

[chaoschildofgod.livejournal.com]

I would say, if we judge by the calls that have been leaking, that our captors are losing control of the system.

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

Who knows, with these people? Likely they think all this is fun.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

Yes, fun. [Fenris' voice is bitterly sarcastic.] Cold and deprivation on top of capture. The charms of this place become more evident every hour we spend here.

...how are you faring, Hawke?

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

I never said they had good taste.

Oh, I'm just peachy. Freezing my ass off, but I'm not starving. Yet. Also, my dog vanished into thin air an hour ago. Still trying to figure that one out.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the abomination ate him.

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

I know he isn't fond of dogs, but I'm fairly certain he wouldn't stoop that low. And I doubt Cupcake would taste very good, despite his namesake.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

I expect he'll return soon enough, in any case. Perhaps he found somewhere warm to sleep.

phone;

[klorbags.livejournal.com]

[Cheerful optimism coming your way.]

Perhaps they have lost control. Which would be a positive thing, would it not?

Phone

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, if we were in a position to take control of matters ourselves. But it seems we are not. The powers that be in this place being as helpless as we are might be personally satisfying, but it doesn't help us.

[klorbags.livejournal.com]

At the moment, but perhaps it will develop as a result of their powerlessness that we may gain control.

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

Again, perhaps. [Fenris' tone is grudging; he doesn't submit to optimism easily.] Though it seems we have little enough idea what there is to take control of, much less how one might do so.

[klorbags.livejournal.com]

Perhaps that problem can be addressed by those who have been here for a longer time.

[ phone ]

[justiceis-hard.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm going to go for the last option.

This doesn't make any sense that I can see.

[Phone]

[unasked-for.livejournal.com]

And if even your questionable leaps of logic can't make sense of this, then we have truly ventured into the inexplicable. [This seems to be more casual snark than Fenris' genuinely looking to start an argument with Anders, judging by his tone...but knowing Anders and the way these two get along, it may become a real argument anyway.]