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[theweakhavepurpose]

[The video opens on a pile of wood, sticks, shrubbery, and chunks of what might have been siding, all piled into a very obvious pyramid surrounded by rocks.]

So everything has sucked recently. Back home in Montana, when shit got rough we'd always get together and have a big bonfire. Get drunk, make s'mores, all that stuff. It didn't make things better but at least you forgot about it for a little while.

Worth a try right?

[He sounds like he's honestly asking. He's trying really hard to be positive for once.]

I've got some graham crackers, chocolate, and other things for roasting. No marshmallows though so if anyone wants to come through in the clutch it would be appreciated.

I'm lighting this up tonight at dusk, so if you want in, be there. I've only got so much to burn and it might not last more than an hour or two.

((OOC: Feel free to use this like a log and make top levels and do action things. Go forth and get some bonfire mingling on!))

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[shithefuckup]

Oh. Damn, still sounds long as hell.

[He fidgets somewhat before crossing his arms. Anything, whatever it takes to keep from thinking about that fire or last week...!]

So uh, that Blight thing...what's that shit all about?

[theladyofhighever]

It didn't seem long. Perhaps because we were busy fighting for our lives each day.

[last week seems to be a sore subject for many. she'll not bring it up if he doesn't]

The Blight . . . during the Blight, Darkspawn surge to the surface of Thedas, killing everything in its wake. Even the air and land and water are befouled. One must kill the Archdemon, the Darkspawn's leader, to end the Blight, so I. . . did that.

[shithefuckup]

Darkspahhh? The-what??

[There's an absolute, childish groan as Zack scratches his head.]

Hey, hey! Say it in more simple terms, I'm a dumbass!

[Nevertheless, he heaves a sigh.]

Fighting for you life- I get that. Trying to survive, never knowing what will happen, having to keep on your damn toes...geez, if the world was like some kind of person- [He punches his hand into his other palm.] I'd fucking wreck them for getting their jollies off of throwing every kind of shit!

[theladyofhighever]

[she doesn't mind. she's used to such reactions coming from non-Thedans]

The Darkspawn are befouled creatures. There is no negotiation with them, no peace, only obliteration. Ours or the Darkspawn's.

[she watches curiously.

and smiles at his words] As would I. It often seems as though much is expected from us with little reward. Is that how it is in your world?

[shithefuckup]

Oh, so they're a bunch of fuckasses. Got it.

[Okay he's not a good being himself, but he can attest to being sort of the opposite of them, at least. Sort of.

Anyway, he catches her smile and returns it with one of his own.]

Something like that. I could care fuckall about some reward, I just want to live and do my usual shit.

[Alas, the smile goes away as his mouth curves into the usual frown. He heaves another sigh, more heavy this time.]

Of course, I can't even fucking do that when I'm in a whole goddamn other place...!

[Zack lifts a foot high enough, with the tip of his boot aiming right down.] Fuck this stupid goddamn- !!

[He goes for a hard kick...hard enough that he sends himself slipping onto the ground and landing on his butt. WHOOPS.]

[theladyofhighever]

[that's. . . one way of putting it, yes]

All I wanted was to live my life without disturbance, but between the betrayal of my family and the Blight? I was given little choice in the matter.

[she stares contemplatively into the fire for a moment]

Indeed. This place seems to have little regard for our affairs at home.

[and she watches him. and she watches him land on his rear end. oh dear. to lend a hand or not? which would be seen as the greater insult?

in the end, she offers a hand up]

[shithefuckup]

STUPID GROUND!!

[He takes her hand and uses his other arm to shield his gaze from having to look at the fire while he gets back up. Well, not without one more kick, much more childish but just enough strength to manage to send some snow flying.]

Ugh, fucking gross, my pants are gonna be soaked now...!

[Not that it stops him from trying to dust off whatever bits of snow were still clung to his pants.]

Uh... [He's been here long enough. He should say "thanks" or some other variation-] ...ya know, you're alright.

[Close enough. For him, at least.]

[theladyofhighever]

It is, indeed.

[she allows her hand to be taken as he fusses at the fire. she assumes he must have reasons to be so upset at the sight of it]

Perhaps, but they will dry?

[slowly and uncomfortably, but they will dry.

she smiles warmly] As are you. My name is Mariane Cousland. May I ask yours?

[shithefuckup]

Yeah, yeah. Still pretty yucky, though.

[He listens as she says her name and mutters something under his breath, most likely about long names being hard to remember.]

I'm Zack. Do you know a way to go home? Or some kind of plan to?

[theladyofhighever]

Quite many things about this place are yucky.

[it's fine, she'll answer to Mariane. or even hey you as long as he's clear about which you he'd addressing]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Zack. And I wish I did. I was here for a week, then I was sent home. I took four steps and found myself here again. So far as I know, there is no way or plan to get home. Unless one wants to try to intimidate Sorrow and he strikes me as the type who'd be difficult to intimidate.

[shithefuckup]

Sorrow?

[Woah, that's the first he's ever heard about it; Zack’s eyes light up in curiosity once more.]

You saying one of those gods or whatever they're called knows about this fuckery? 'Cause I've heard something about a Door, but...

[theladyofhighever]

Yes. You've not spoken to him?

[she sees that light of curiosity and delights in it. as soon as one gives into a lack of curiosity, they might as well be dead]

Yes, they say that Sorrow controls the dealings of the Door. I've not talked to him personally, but I doubt his ability to give a straight answer. More like more riddles and confusion to go along with the riddles and confusion that come with this place naturally.

[shithefuckup]

[For a moment, his eyes seem to shine even more when he listens...aaand then they go away when he hears about the riddles, and puts on a sour look instead.]

Tch, fucking great. People always have to make things complicated instead of just being straight to the goddamn point, don't they...!

[theladyofhighever]

[perhaps she's fortunate, coming where she's from. she had to solve countless riddles and disarm so many traps back home]

Indeed, they do. Such is the nature of gods, or at least those who call themselves that.