genessia | 001 | Action

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Who: The Iron Bull & Open
Where: Various
When: April 6th-8th
What: Meet with the Iron Bull after his arrival in Genessia
Warnings: Language, possibly sexual language will update as it comes. Debauchery of all kinds.

[What's a guy like Bull to do when he get torn from his world and dropped right in the middle of the of a strange new one? Drink. Clearly the answer was drink. Of course, not without exploring what he could first. He was Ben - Hassrath after all.]

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The Arch Ways
[A low grunt erupted from the pit of Bull's chest as he stood among the archways. They had to be Eluvians, There was no other explanation for it, and he'd at least somewhat understood what Eluvians were.

Bull was far more comfortable with the known than the unknown. So, naturally he was trying to rationalize this new world in every manner that he could. Wasn't quite working out as he planned.

The Drunken Monkey

[Truth be told, Bull could drink anywhere there was alcohol. However, even for him this expansive new place was a bit over whelming, especially the cities that were more modern than places. It was enough he was whisked away but somme unknown magic shit that he didn't understand, but the spy in him was curious enough to want to know every little corner of this world.

Which was easier said than done of course. This "Genessia" was too big for it's own damn good. He needed something to numb his mind - luckily gold was something that nobody was going to turn down, no matter what world - so here he was in a more familiar looking place, numbing himself with the strongest drinks he could, and scanning the tavern for anything -well anyone- interesting. Maybe he'd get lucky and spot a cute red head.]

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[Truth be told, it's a slow night, but even it was as busy as festival season, something like the Iron Bull walking in would catch the little werewolf's attention. She's just dropped off a tray at the bar when the very large man takes a seat at the bar. Cas stands a little over five feet, and her brown eyes go wide whenever he orders his drink.

Ever curious, she offers to deliver the requested beverage for the bartender and steps up to the business side of the counter to set it down personally. It's clear from her dress she's not from Fayren, but more likely the city he woke up in.]

You have to be new. I'm Cas.

What gave it away? [His tone of his voice giving off an edge of sarcasm. It had been a long day.] I'm The Iron Bull. [He downed the drink before him, then set it down with a grunt.]. It's good, but this can't be the strongest thing you have at this place.

[Bar's were one of the places that Toby often found himself. Though it makes him more depressed knowing that he can't get drunk and any slight buzz is eaten by his metabolism. The cold liquid slips from the glass and down his throat before he places the empty cup down with a hard clank against the polished counter. His eyes are drawn to the Bull the instant that he walks into the smoke filled room.

It was probably the first time that Toby has met someone of Bull's height and size. He didn't find it daunting but being the soldier he was he began to search for weakness. His gaze was discrete though he knew there was no way to hide his stare; everyone was staring.

Toby waves a hand beckoning another drink. He had an air of comfortable sadness that was common in bars though he didn't seem very bothered by it. With another drink in his hand he turned his eyes back towards Bull.]

You can certainly make an entrance.

[His voice is a deep rasp with not positive or negative inflection. Just merely stating the fact.]

[As always Levy has a pile of books in her arms and a lot on her mind. Lately her thoughts have been spilling and colliding as if unable to remain in place for long. It just takes her dizzy and work is the only distraction she has. However it doesn't distract her enough, she notices that it's dark and feels herself collide with something large and unmoving.

Except it isn't a something but a someone. Her books go toppling to the ground and her usual smile falters.]

I'm sorry.

[She looks up and up and she doesn't even come to this guys waist.]

Did you just take up at the bay?

[Levy definitely thinks she'd remember him. He reminds her of Lucy's celestial spirit.]

[Stares were never a particular problem for Bull. After all, he was a Qunari in South Thedas. Eventually, he'd fade in the background like everyone else. You don't bother people, people don't bother you.

However, being "bothered" wasn't a bad thing. It meant Bull got a chance to observe a person, a target closer.

Of course, now it was merely out of habit. Those days were behind him. To what was in front of him now, he wasn't sure.]

Keep starin'! [He called out to the patrons with an enthused voiced.] But if you want in closer you'll have to treat me first.

[He sat down next to the man with a long, masculine sigh. Relief? Perhaps. Then turned to him when he was addressed.] It's really hard not to when you're the only person with horns in the room.

[Bull looked down at the girl, as she toppled down.] No, it's fine. [How could she have missed him? He hadn't even known dwarves with that problem. Her eyes sight didn't seem impaired.

He stooped down to her level, beginning to pick up her books.] If you're ask had I just arrived, yeah. Are you the welcoming committee?

[A slight smirk pulls at the corner of Toby's lips however it vanishes a moment later. He could give them something to stare at though he'd most likely clear the room if he shifted now.]

I don't see that changing.

[He hasn't seen anyone here with horns, at least not in bars.]

What are you drinking?

[He doesn't really care but it's something, maybe this Bull can find something that Toby can actually get drunk off of.]

[She is not a dwarf! Thank you very much.]

Oh, not really but I can be.

[Levy reaches down and collects her books, taking the ones from him with a smile. Most of the covers look like horror novels.]

I'm Levy McGarden. I've been here for awhile. At least over 8 Months. If you have questions I can try and answer them.

[She's heading to her bookshop in Fayren but she isn't on a timetable.]

[Sun comes up to the bar and places down a pouch on it. There is a little greenery hanging just out of the top of it, some herbs that the bartender asked him to get.]

Tundra Chicory, just like you ordered. [The bartender takes the bag and checks the contents before going to retrieve Sun's payment. Sun sits down at the bar and looks over to Bull. Not at all the strangest looking person he's met.] You new?

Che, at this point I'm not even sure they have anything strong enough for me. [He waved the tender towards him.] I want the lining of my stomach to rot away when I drink it and my brain to numb as it happens. If you have to mix things do it. I could care less about flavor. [The tender took a moment then nodded before scurrying off to prep Bull's drink.]

[A low grunt came out as she stood up the final book in hand as he flipped through it for a moment. He caught a few things here and there...this, very itty bitty person was into this? Interesting.]

A tour wouldn't hurt. Anything the paper work doesn't tell you when you get here.

[Toby raises an eyebrow at the Bull curiously. It's a small gesture but it gets his point across. That's a peculiar drink to order man.]

Does it work?

[He's interested. His beer is cool and refreshing but it doesn't do anything to get him drunk. He can sometimes feel a slight buzz if he knocks back shots but even then it only lasts for a few seconds.]

[Keeping a completely straight face.] No, actually. I've been here my entire life. Just had a curse on me you see. I was a cow. The curse broke when a butcher decided I was dinner. He nearly shit himself when he realized I wasn't the meat he was looking for.

You see this? [He motioned towards his own body, puffy up his chest.] He needs a lot to get me in the right place. [Something he desperately needed to be in right now to.]

See, I know you are joking about that. [The necklace needed to pass through the Archways is a dead giveaway.] But that could probably seriously happen to you in this city if you make the wrong person mad.

[Levy laughs and then shakes her head as she arranges her books in a way that's easy to carry.]

A lot actually. I don't know if it mentions the boundaries or the current trouble in Fayren and Everglade.

[Her eyes scan over his muscly arms.]

I don't think trouble stands a chance against you.

[That doesn't answer Toby's question but instead of pressing he just waits. At the very least he's going to watch this man get drunk and maybe take away a few pointers. Not that his roommate would very much care for it.]

I have a similar dilemma.

[Toby is at least 7 inches shorter than Bull but his body breaks down the alcohol to fast for it to be of any real use.]

[She laughs, turning her back to the really curious bull...man...guy to look at the collected skeins and bottles behind her.]

Oh, I think I'd remember you. [She plucks a very pungent bottle of spirits from the shelf and turns back to him, removing the cork and filling the empty mug.] So, is it Iron Bull, or The Iron Bull, because that's a mouth full.

[Bull made very careful note of that sentence. What was this guy's angle? Most humans his size had no issues with a few shots of bad rye. He'd have to keep his good on oh him.

The bar tender returned and placed a large chalise in front of Bull. He drank it down in one movement, slammed it on the table and looked the poor man in the eye. His expression, dark.] No. Stronger.

[And now back to his new acquaintance.] So, what's your issues with getting drunk, shorty?

Usually Bull works just fine. [He watches the liquid poor for a moment. This one at least smelt it had a kick to it. Once done, he downed it in one go.] Hmp. Needs work, but if this the best this crazy as shit world as to offer, it's gonna be a long trip.

[Bull gives a low, pleased chuckle in response.] I usually enjoy a bit of trouble. The bigger, the badder, the better. Of course, I'm not stupid enough to forget that small packages can be pretty dense themselves. Just not as fun to hit.

[Bull let's off something between a growl and a grunt. Definitely displeased.] Thanks for the warning. Hopefully, I can hit them faster than they can cast a curse. [Fucking mages.]

[This is the sort of humor Levy is used too and she can't help but chuckle.]

Okay, let's start with the Barriers. You can only go so far away from the main towns before you hit them and then you'll pass out and wake up feeling awful in the Hospital. [Not that she's tried personally.] Fayren currently has the Hands of Decay. We don't know a lot about them except they are hunting mages and they aren't afraid of hurting people. [Her brow furrows at that but she continues.] Everglade has a curfew, anyone out after dark more or less forfeits their life to the things that live there. They don't value life.

[That's the short short version.]

[He is now and forever the only person who can get away with calling Toby shorty. It's a fact and he isn't about to dispute it. He doesn't care for pointless arguments.]

Metabolism. [He replies before bringing his own drink to his lips. Looking human doesn't mean he is human.]

The longest I've been tipsy is about five minutes.

[Be careful with that mindset, Iron Bull. There is a group around here that is murdering mages hardcore.]

May want to watch out in Everglade too. You'll be fine in the other cities, though. None of those have natives that use magic.

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