Apostate.

"Now we threaten priests? How fun!" Housed: District Beta Rank: Nobody [[ Citta affiliated RP blog for Morrigan from Dragon Age! ]]

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renegademurderofcrows:

These labyrinthine streets of Hive City were certainly difficult to get your mind around. It seemed regardless of where you went, a new area yet unexplored would be revealed. Which was why Zevran had taken to spending the day mentally mapping his surroundings, marking potential escape routes- potential areas where he’d be in danger. After all, he had learned that knowing your surroundings could be the difference between life and death. He even tried to keep an ear out for details, seeing as people who had been here longer would have a far better idea of the layout, and they may know of the more hidden areas too. Yet as he paced the streets, something rather unexpected happened.

Was that a familiar flash of skin, of feathers that he caught in the corner of his eye? If it was what he thought then… Whirling around on his heel, Zevran found himself nigh on face to face with a rather frustrated looking Morrigan. Acting on impulse the assassin’s eyes widened, speedily ducking down and stepping to the side- far out of the Witch’s reach.

Well, what else did she expect when she approached him, staff brandished as though she wished to strike him with it?!

Instantly the assassin raised his a hand up defensively, the other going to reach for the wooden sword sheathed against his back.

“Whatever it is, I did not do it.” He stated, a slight edge of disbelief to his tone. Really he wasn’t expecting to see Morrigan here in the first place, and on top of that, he probably had done something to invoke her ire. “Unless this is finally payback for the time you decided to bear your innocent side to me, my dear.”

Well, she hardly seemed happy back when she caved into his flirting, only to find it was for a bet. Yes, it was harsh, but perhaps he also meant what he said. Not that she’d ever believe that, but he knew a beautiful woman when he saw one. Regardless, that was the only explanation he could think of, of why she’d go and threaten to hit him when they hadn’t even spoken to each other yet. So standing there, sword now in hand, Zevran narrowed his gaze, giving her a very slight smile.

“But have I ever told you what wonderful eyes you have, hmm?”

It was one way to try and wriggle his way out of this situation in the least. It did however, raise the question of if it’d even work.

Whatever is is... He didn't do it...?

That wasnt the first thing she expected to be said from the assassin, but then again, it certainly wasn't the last thing she expected either.

Standing still and silent for a moment, Morrigan listened to the familiar voice of the elf in front of her. Of course he'd be here, she couldn't go two minutes without listening to his frivolous stories. Though watching as he was trying to wriggle out of her obviously annoyed state, the mage couldn't help but narrow her gaze towards the other. Yes, he'd managed to get her to cave to his 'charms' before, but did he really need to bring it up!?

If anything, he was digging himself a deeper hole.

She took a glance at the sword in his hand, frowning for a moment at the wooden copy of the metal she was used to seeing him use in combat. Heaving a heavy sigh in defeat, the attack she had originally planned turned into a softer bap to the head with her staff. Obviously she was acting a little too harshly, even if it was Zevran she was speaking to.

          "My eyes are..." She went to respond to the compliment, but with a swift shake of her head, she soon changed the subject, she wasn't going to be a part of one of the party bets again. How humiliating! "Never mind. Your weapons. What happened to them? Have you been here long?" Really, she wasn't aiming to ask questions, but at this point, she was completely clueless as to what everything was and how everything worked.

Not that she'd ever admit that much to Zevran.

But right now, she needed as much information as she could get. And if the elf so much as dared to ask for anything in return for simple information then he could find himself laying limp beneath a spider's body for all she cared.

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virtualpredator:

Watching the human take a step back, Apex couldn’t help but wonder why it was that they so disliked that which was different from them. Anything that was not close to their own experiences was something to be feared. Granted, considering Apex’s capability for destruction without the limitations imposed by these scientists, these humans usually had every right to worry. At the moment, however, there was nothing to fear. Well… almost nothing.

[A… spider.] Images of a web, a barrier to access. Tantalising and fearsome, luring one into a false sense of security. [I believe I have heard of such creatures, but allow me to assure you that I am neither a mortal or a man. Therefore, I do not fear physical creatures.] After all, even if the Heartbeat were destroyed Apex would still exist within the datastreams of the world

[I am unsure. They told me that I was part of this experiment, but that if I delved too deep I could interfere with their works. They are afraid because I do not hunt physical things, I believe. Because I can destroy their immaterial work quite easily if given the opportunity to.]

     She wasn't standing in fear, more bewilderment. But perhaps the two were often misinterepreted as the other. Morrigan inclined her head towards the strange box before her. She'd never seen things like this before, not in Ferelden, not in the whole of Thedas even. And she had come across some weird and wonderful things on her 'oh so reluctant' journey. Though her curiosity started to gain the better of her. This thing before her, neither mortal, nor man. It felt as though some kind of newfound magic was speaking to her, yet no one controlling it.

It was... Headache inducing.

      "Is there somebody pulling the strings? Is there a magic behind this that allows you to talk and make intelligent conversation with a mortal?" She shook her head. Not even her own mother was capable of making inanimate objects talk. She could potentially make inanimate men talk, but that was a tale for another day.

       "They are frightened of you? So they trap you inside of this box because you are more powerful than they? My assumptions were correct, this is pitiful imprisonment." She nodded to herself, taking a step closer and leaning in, to study the box more carefully. "They could have limited you in other ways. Yet they, like everyone else feel that caging others is the best way to deal with their fears. I wonder why they have not locked up mages, though it is only a matter of time before they try to."

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lunarobligation:

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Many a strange sight had Tsukito seen in Hive City, but regardless of the oddity of some of those sights, something even stranger often came to be. For instance, just now he could have sworn he saw a large arachnid shift into a woman.

Really, the mere sight caught him by surprise, and his empty gaze remained trailed on her for a somewhat extended period of time. He was decently versed in the idea that people could alter their forms, being a God who did as such, but he’d never witnessed a form such as this. Was this woman some sort of deity too? After all, the mortals he’d met remained in one form and he couldn’t come up with much explanation otherwise. That wasn’t to mention that whilst he was versed in the knowledge of some Gods and Goddesses that existed, he was sure there were some he was unaware of. So, perhaps there was something he could still learn from her.

With a blank expression still covering his face, his looks not alluding to the questions swirling within him, he approached the woman.

“Excuse me.” Tsukito began, attempting to gain her attention. “Are you a Goddess?”

Morrigan had given another attempt at looking into what spells she had in this city. She couldn't fathom why she could only turn into a spider, though it was useful if she was to have more run-ins with foul people as she had done already. Though she felt powerless without all of her other abilities, she would, in time learn to use the hand she was dealt. However, finding herself shift back to her human form within a matter of minutes looked like it would become a hindrance at some point. She needed to learn some timing, it seemed.

Just as she had begun to think things through in more detail, a soft voice piped up towards her. An odd looking figure, purple hair and golden eyes had made his way before her, asking a question she could only find herself chuckle at. A Goddess? How interesting a term.

     "I believe asking something like that would get one like you struck down by the mighty wrath of the Maker. Thankfully for the both of us, it seems our religious beliefs do not fall to him." Nodding to herself Morrigan picked up on the fact that such a blasphemous thing wouldn't come from a believer, and this boy did not look like he was from Thedas at all. "However, you must have seen what I did. I am a mage, nothing more, nothing less... I do not believe any Gods of Goddesses can transform into spiders. They would not be mages otherwise."

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mxjestatis:

     "In the forest? Why?“ Even Alois, who hadn’t had a mama or papa, had grown up in a village at least. "Oh! But if that’s normal in the woods, does that make you a witch or a fairy or a demon? I can’t think of anything else that lives in the woods, after all.” Though admittedly, he had not found any fairies when he’d looked– but that wasn’t the point. “You sort of look like a witch, now I think about it. Feathers and shiny things.”

      “Well, you are the most curious child I have met. I am a mage. Where I am from, mages are frowned upon and cast into a cage known as the Circle. I lived in a forest to avoid that fate.” A chuckle escaped her as she was given these strange name by the child, but the one that stuck out most to her was the name ‘Witch.’ A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips as she continued her small story, “They call us witches... Apostates... The title ‘Witch of the Wilds’ is mainly for my mother, though they will often confuse that for me.” She didn’t mean to look so obvious a mage but... Really you dealt with what you were given, living in her circumstances.

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themagehero:

She does not recognize him. The sting comes a little easier after repeated incidents. For Thedas he is the Hero of Ferelden but not their Thedas. Hive has forced him to separate the two; introduced concepts he’d never imagined.

Fereldan tones are not originally his, but a forced growth after sent to the Circle. Traces of originally belonging elsewhere have all but disappeared.

Lying is a practice most Wardens take up in the name of duty. Accusations about how Archdemons are slain or Callings are performed must be dismissed. But he cannot bring himself to outright lie to her; the same is true to most of his friends. Instead there is a variation. Daylen tells the truth but not all of it. These half-truths go unnoticed by everyone because of how private the man is.

His body language is still, little movements only to dust his robe or slightly step forwards.

“I’ve heard stories of those Wilds, but never lived there. Like many mages from Ferelden, I was sent straight to the Circle.” Morrigan hated the concept of Circles and restricting their freedom. Daylen’s views weren’t as angry as hers, but living there was still a hell he had no intent in revisiting. “This city is so large that finding someone who seems familiar; if only partly in culture is a breath of fresh air.”

Now onto the subject of Flemeth. She was perhaps the only reason Daylen lived after Loghain pulled his troops out. All Grey Wardens dead, except for the two latest recruits. Either a blessing in disguise by the Maker or simply a manipulation of a wise being.

“Witch of the Wilds… there are legends. Of she who lives there and apparently kills passers-by. Would that mean you are her?” Daylen’s real reason for not being frightened was knowing Morrigan, but an excuse here was prepared.

“But the Circle was limited in teaching us about the outside world. From a cage like this to another here, though much larger in scope. My name is Daylen. I have no intentions of crossing you.” Again, played off as because she was a Witch of the Wilds. Not the truth.

      So it seemed she didn't recognise the boy by name. Just another man, another mage living in captivity in the Ferelden Circle. It was a pity really. Thought it didn't seem that he was very fond of his life there. Perhaps living as an apostate here..

Morrigan had stood and listened to this other, Daylen was his name, and he had heard talk of her- or her mother in the Circle. Did they really find much interest in talking of her family? Or was it to make an example of what apostates could turn out like. The latter felt more believable than the former, unfortunately, and it caused a simple eye roll reaction from the mage, followed by a mere nod before she spoke up.

         "Passers-by are not strictly killed in cold blood. Usually they are the types to hunt myself and my mother. I am not the one the speak of, merely her daughter. My name is Morrigan. Flemeth has her ways of dealing with mage hunters. The Circle is as you say, a cage, one that we shall not see ourselves cast into." Morrigan's tone was laced with disgust at the mention of the Circle. Those who allowed themselves to be held in such captivity, leashed like dogs and forced into silence for simply being born...

It was disgraceful.

A grimace graced her features if but for a moment as she paced a little closer to the other mage. She was not too close, but close enough to scan her eyes down him to work things out without having to pry. He wasn't afraid of her, she didn't really expect him to be. She'd seen men cower in fear before but she'd also seen some more confident. But Daylen, she couldn't quite work out. A sigh escaped her lips as she shifted back a little.

       "So you say you were sent straight to the Circle... A most unfortunate fate. Assuming they had not plucked you straight from there, were you not living as an apostate in Ferelden then?" Daylen had piqued Morrigan's interest, a lot in fact. She was intensely curious as to whether this boy was an apostate or was taken straight from the circle.

And if the latter were the case... How many Circle dogs would be around this new world?

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“Alright, dumbshits.” ¦ open thing maybe idk

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kichikuoukeiburisu:

Unfortunately, he… Isn’t one to listen to anything other that acts of violence even more horrible than his own. But fortunately(!?) he’s prioritizing getting people on his side right now. In his own deeply inconsiderate, stupid, hamfisted way. What follows is his genuine attempt at… Camaraderie.

“Gwahahah, whatever. You can mess with me and get knocked out, dragged off and fucked to death…” So eloquent, what a setup! It’s easy to see that he’s proud, this must be a very impressive bit of bargaining in his eyes.

“Or you can work for me, we kill whatever dipshit’s in charge, we get more done… And I don’t touch you. I guess.” Scratching the slightly rough hide of his chin. He… Isn’t one to be openly dishonest when it comes to taking what he wants, although he’s hardly given a trustworthy impression. Perhaps the polished plate armour would have made him look more honourable if he hadn’t been speaking to an apostate!

      Morrigan had never looked so disgusted in her life. Sure her mother would bring men home, use them until they were spent and then kill them on the spot, but Maker at least it was consensual! This man, this beast... He was something else. And if he thought he could kill someone in charge and then take over, or whatever his grand scheme was...

Well, sadly, he had another thing coming.

        "I would watch your tongue if I were you. To take down beasts of your stature is mere child's play and if you wish to put that to the test..." She knew what abilities she had with her. Whilst she was hindered she could use what she had to instill even the slightest bit of fear into this guy, let him know that the streets were going to be lined with unexpected dangers. As a smirk crept among her features, Morrigan chuckled, "I highly suggest covering your eyes, mongrel."

That being said, the apostate raised her staff from it's position on her back, an aura surrounding her briefly. Soon her petite, female form was replaced with that of a very large spider, one that could nearly match the average human in height. Turning back to face the beast, she awaited his next move.

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mxjestatis:

      “Children? I assure you, ma’am, that I’m fourteen years old, I’m not a child!” Alois exclaimed, not seeming to realise that a fourteen-year-old would still, in fact, count as a child. “And these aren’t wilds. They’re the opposite. At least I can dress myself. Are you wearing feathers?”

       “Oh. Forgive me, you are clearly much more mature than I first thought.” With an eye roll, she left her sarcasm thick and obvious. However, on pulled up on her outfit she couldn’t help but muster a defeated sigh. What was everyone’s problem with her dress sense? “Understand child, that I grew up in a forest, and there is little to nothing wrong with my outfit. They may teach children how to dress themselves but with an attitude like that... T’is obvious why you are wondering around alone now.”

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themagehero:

Alternate worlds existed. This was a concept introduced by the Hive to most forced through a scientists’ door. But for one man, what intrigued him most were different versions of the same place. So many people he’d met had been from Ferelden or Kirkwall but knowing what they say - not all these possibilities could happened at the same time. For quite a few Daylen Amell was not even a Hero of Ferelden. A title like that belonged to another unlucky enough to run into Duncan.

If anything was a help in these circumstances, it was people seemed to stay the same. Nothing illustrated that point better than words the mage heard.

Just the same as when she first met me. That I might have been some scavenger.

But even knowing that, he and Morrigan were friends. The witch he knew was even the mother of his child; but this voice did not greet him with that same kindness. Maker don’t tell him this is a different-

Perhaps he’s jumping to conclusions.

The male slowly turns to face her, managing to keep his emotions in check. Being in Hive for so long, finally surprise can be hidden whenever he bumps into someone familiar. Keeping it away makes a lot of these first meetings less awkward.

“I could ask you the same question. That accent of yours seems rather familiar.” Morrigan was raised in the Wilds after all; even though that was forced by Flemeth.

“Might it be a stretch to suggest we come from the same place originally?” Daylen prepared himself for coldness, but could shake it off if needed. Alistair on the other hand - less said about his and Morrigan’s interactions the better.

      Now this was strange. To see people with that Ferelden accent in this big, different universe was completely alien to the mage. Resting her hands on her hips, she inclined her head towards the male as he turned and began to speak to her. She narrowed her gaze. Was he suggesting he too grew up in the same area, or the same world. She wasn’t to be sure. Perhaps she was going to have to engage in conversation with people. 

     “From the same world? Maybe. Your accent sounds just as familiar as mine is to you. From the same area? If you are about to tell me you have grown up in the Korcari Wilds, then perhaps we may need to reevaluate.” She gave a pause to think to herself for the moment. She didn’t recognise the boy. Really, he just... Looked like another mage. A circle mage or an apostate, she had no idea, but that really wasn’t any of her concern. Really if it were the former, she’d simply turn around before she got a preachy lecture about being an apostate. 

Though perhaps him being here meant he was the latter.

Shaking her head, she couldn’t really identify the man personally. She’d never been one for acquaintances, so really, no one but the obligatory were recognisable. She would be able to tell by name, but not by face. With an uncharacteristic grimace, she was inwardly a little frustrated that it felt like this man knew her, but she didn’t know him. Narrowing her gaze she spoke up again.

      “Tell me. Who might you be? I know not of your face, but give me a name. Do you perhaps know me through the legends? T’is always amusing to hear what the people say about the dreaded ‘Witch of the Wilds’”

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“Alright, dumbshits.” ¦ open thing maybe idk

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kichikuoukeiburisu:

Dot. Dot. Dot.

Was that a human? A human trying to stand up to him? Ever, ever so faintly, he can smell swamp on her, so surely this’ll be no harder than scaring off the usual exiles who were forced into the monster realm. Scurrying little whelps who weren’t important enough for a public execution. Humans who weren’t good enough for other humans, the scum that even rats like them have to clean out. Yeah. Yeah. This’ll be easy, even limited as he is. Surely. And so, leering over this stranger, he growls out…

“Stupid little out-lander girls should keep their mouths shut. I tend to fill them pretty fast. So, somebody’s in charge… So I just have to kill that guy. I’m the strongest, so that’ll be easy. Yeah…”

It’s somewhat clear that the latter half of this statement’s more… Talking at Morrigan rather than to her. Although he’s starting to shift his attention to her body, quietly raising a massive clawed hand to his chin. Eyes running up and down her body as if he was appraising a particularly juicy piece of meat. 

      And was she supposed to be intimidated by this huge beast looming over her like she was one of the tavern whores?

Morrigan wasn’t royalty. She wasn’t nobility, she was an apostate mage who grew up in the middle of a forest. But she wasn’t stupid either. She could tell when some idiot would try to prey on her and may Andraste save their soul, because by the time Morrigan was finished, these predators would soon find their ways six feet under. A laugh escaped her as she listened to the beast before her utter his stupid thoughts aloud. Arms folded beneath her chest she raised a brow, already reading straight through this imbecile’s intentions.

      “Fill them? Oh, charming. Somebody is in charge, so it seems, but you probably will not be doing any killing with your mind swaying in very... Impermissible ways. You may want to watch what your eyes are staring at you know. They may transform into something deadly and tear them out.” Her threat was brief but it was strong. She knew she had one ability out here in this city, and she would one hundred and ten percent use it if this thing showed itself to be of any more threat to her. 

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virtualpredator:

For the past several hours, Apex had remained stationary in this location, waiting for humans to approach in order to willingly provide their devices. Perhaps its appearance had frightened: after all, a rather large glowing red eye is not the kind of thing that should usually be peering out of anything, much less what seemed to be the world’s most sinister postbox.

There had been nothing particularly of interest. Odd sparks of data flying, so tempting, but stuck in what had once been a home and was now a prison Apex could not grab onto those tendrils of information. So it waited, patiently, watching the crowds and the humans who shied away… at least until the other arrived. Clad in gleaming gold and fancy dress, before Apex’s eyes she changed from human to some creature and back again. How interesting. Even more so when she approached.

[Neither are you. All of the human beings here are clad in very mundane clothing. You are dressed most differently, and morphed from one form to another, so it is logical to believe that you are also subject to the experiments of those scientists. As for what I am… I am Apex. I exist to hunt. To consume. To destroy data. But I have been confined to this metal prison, while all others are allowed to freely roam. I know not why.]

A slight pause, as the bits and pieces of data within Apex hummed with curiosity.

[What manner of creature is that which you transformed into? It is… familiar, but I have no word for it.]

     She didn’t know what it was but something had drawn Morrigan to this weird looking creature. Of course, Thedas wasn’t technologically advanced at all, they lived in a time period where things were a lot different, but this was just something new altogether. As the weird looking postbox spoke to her, she couldn’t help but take a step back. She wasn’t scared, more so just startled by the fact an inanimate object started speaking to her, and asking her questions no less. 

First she took heed to the compliment of her outfit, or what she assumed was a compliment. Really, that was a first. A lot of people had nothing more to say about her outfit save for the fact that it made it obvious that she grew up in a forest. Taking the compliment with a nod, she wasn’t really going to acknowledge it much further, but she figured she best give the talking box the answers it required.

     “My outfit is nothing more than what I can gather when living in a forest. I am what they call a mage. One who delves in the art of magic. What you may have seen there was me shapeshifting into a ginormous spider. To strike fear into the hearts of mortal men.” Maybe she was being a little dramatic there, but the sarcasm was thick enough to take that aware from it all. She blinked for a moment, staying silent as she processed what the other was. Apex...? She had no idea what this was, but all she knew was that it was a hunter.

    “You have been imprisoned for hunting and destroying, correct? Have they a need for you? These scientists. Or is this just another example of pitiful imprisonment.”

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“Alright, dumbshits.” ¦ open thing maybe idk

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kichikuoukeiburisu:

“You all work for me now. Anybody who objects gets their organs rearranged. If any of you have the balls to show your face in front of the MOST POWERFUL MONSTER WHO EVER LIVED, there’s two missions. One, bring me girls. If you’re a girl that’s convenient, because you can just give yourself to me if you’re cute enough for my standards… Greheheh…”

Snaps out of his perverse haze, shaking his head rather roughly, like a dog drying off. The glaze over his beady eyes clearing.

“Uhh. Yeah. Your second mission’s to tell me where the exit is. This place sucks.” 

       Yelling. Why the yelling. Why the heck was this thing yelling. Morrigan had seen a few beasts of strange makes and races before but nothing of this... She didn’t have any words to describe him, not this vulgarity either. What was with these people and their frivolous ideas. Shaking her head she turned with haste to face the rather loud other.

       “If you think the people around here are going to give up their freedom because an idiot told them so then perhaps you should rethink your ideals. Not many people wish to be subjugated so terribly from the get go, at least willingly.” Heaving a sigh, her expression was cold as ice. She’d take whatever this guy had, she knew better than to shackle herself to beasts. “As for your exit point, there is none. You can shout among the city for as long as you want, however it will not be granting your ticket out of here.”

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14. Do you think your mun would survive a zombie apocalypse?

      “If by the word ‘Zombie’ implies fending off the undead, then no. They are highly incapable of fending off a duvet, let alone something that will actually have intentions on murdering them.”

15. What was the last thing your mun lied about?

       “Huh. Probably about being okay. Or about getting to sleep. They are not the best liar though.”

16. What’s your mun’s favorite thread?

        “Most likely a thread on another muse. Though they seem to be very keen on the idea of swiping my staff around the back of Zevran’s head, so there is that.”

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3. What do you think about your mun’s significant other or their crush?

       “I will not go into the insignificant details of what I think about River’s “handsome, tiny, broody husband” No.”

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