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Chapter 3 – Answers please.
Makatza was aware that people were talking around her, she didn't want to open her eyes, if she found out she was still in Kirkwall and not in the forest she thought she might scream in frustration. She remembered reading something about Kirkwall on the back of the game case, but she never believed that she would be in the actual, bloody city!
They thought she was a mage as well! True she did feel something when all the glass exploded, a release of some sort but she was convinced it wasn't her. Ok say she was in Kirkwall, a fictitious world filled with dragons and magic, say she wasn't in a coma, and this place was real, what in hell was she going to do?
Would she have to follow the game's rules? In order to finish – to leave she would have to follow the ten year story line? Find love? Fight things? She was sure that having to find someone to fall in love with was optional, not that she wouldn't mind. But how could she be sure that this place was real?
She remembered watching a series about a man who fell into a coma woke up in the a different time, and a guy said where you feel pain; is where you feel alive or something. Well she felt pain all right that pain in her foot hurt so badly.
Which had disappeared. Gone. Completely.
In her surprise she sat up.
'Oh you're awake,' Isabela hopped off the table and wandered over.
'My foot it's fine,' she rubbed her hand over the skin, it was tender but healed, 'how can it be fine?'
'Anders healed it for you sweetie, that's what he was trying to do,' she giggled.
The white haired man walked around the table.
'Oh she's awake. Are you going to take her back to the Blooming Rose where you found her then?'
Makatza noticed that he had pointed ears, oh he must be an elf...
'As you've already met, this is Fenris. Ignore him he's just being an arse,' Isabela gave him the finger.
'What's the Blooming Rose?' She asked.
'It's a brothel sweetpea.'
A brothel? So first he tries to kill me and then he calls me a whore.
She stood up shakily and walked toward the elf called Fenris. She had a lot of patience but she couldn't stand people being rude, definitely not when she was being put through all this shit, it was not a good day.
He merely looked at her as she walked forward, he obviously didn't think she was much of a threat. Big mistake. Makatza couldn't fight, she never had to but like all woman she could still hit.
-slap-
Her hand connected with the side of his face in force, there wasn't any strength behind her blow but it shocked him enough to make him step back. He raised his hand to his cheek confusion on his features.
'How dare you!' She wrung out her hand, 'how fucking dare you! You barely know me, you threaten me and then to add insult to injury you call me a whore?! Well fuck you Fenris!' She breathed heavily.
Isabela's mouth was gaping open, she just stared.
'What? Are you ok Isabela?' Ignoring Fenris who simply scowled at her.
'I'm surprised you're still alive! If anyone else tried that they would have their heart ripped out.' She hugged Makatza tightly.
'Ripped out...?' She muttered he would have ripped out my heart? Maybe that wasn't the cleverest thing to do.
Isabela let her go, still holding her hand. Fenris stepped over to Makatza, and Isabela gave him a look.
'I should apologise, I do not like your kind but I shouldn't have judged you like that,' he didn't wait for her reply, he pushed past Isabela and left.
'Well that's a thing.' Isabela commented.
'What? And what did he mean about my kind?' She pretty much fell onto the nearest chair.
'He didn't kill you and you got an apology, I think he likes you. Also hate to break it to you Katza but you're a mage,' Isabela took out a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine from Varric's wine cupboard.
'And that's a bad thing?' She gladly took the glass Isabela that handed to her. Sipping the wine she felt herself relax a little.
'Well seeing as most mages are kept in Circles,' she registered Makatza's blank look, 'I 'spose it's like a prison, but it's not. Mages are taken there as soon as their powers develop, you're very dangerous, susceptible to being possessed by demon's and such.'
'Demons? Oh god,' Makatza drained her glass. 'Why doesn't Fenris like mages though?'
'Well those markings he has were made by mages, they cause him a lot of pain and allow him to make his hands phase through things, it apparently was necessary for him to be able to do it when he was a slave.'
'I thought they were just tattoos, they are very beautiful,' Makatza didn't mention her own tattoos which covered most of her shoulders, back, hips and thighs, and travelled down one arm, he was a slave? Explains a bit I suppose.
'Yeah well I wouldn't bother telling him that, he hates them,' she muttered.
'Isabela? What's going to happen to me?' She said quietly, changing the subject.
'Well don't worry about being turned in, several of our group are mages, they'll teach you how to control your powers and who knows maybe you can come on some trips with us. If you want to that is.' She said reassuringly.
'I don't know how to fight,' Makatza poured another glass.
'Do you want to?' She grinned.
'Yeah I think I do.'
Isabela grinned, 'well you've been out all night, time for you to have a bath and get in some different clothing, then well go down and meet the gang.'
'The gang?' Makatza squeaked.
'Oh yeah,' Makatza decided she didn't like the look on Isabela's face, but she dutifully followed her to the bathing room.
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Dressed in her new clothing she followed Isabela down the stairs into the bar, she felt nervous, the clothing that she had been lent clung in all the wrong places, which were all the right places for men. She wore a pair of Isabela's boots, a pair of breeches underneath those boots, (she liked Isabela but there was no way she could have her arse hanging out all day.) One of her black corsets and a blouse underneath that, with long sleeves and a high back covered all of her tattoos.
Shyly she approached the table. Isabela had already wandered off to the bar leaving her to face the horde alone. She fiddled with her hair that Isabela insisted that she keep down, it hung to her waist and was annoying at times but she wasn't about to refuse Isabela anything.
All of them turned to look at her as she walked. Oh god there's a lot more of them than I thought, they're just staring at me... Makatza thought she was going to be sick.
She raised her hand a waved weakly, 'hi?'
One of the men, one she hadn't seen before stood up and pulled out a chair, he had gleaming armour and a bow strapped across her back. She sat down muttering a thanks. Fenris sat opposite her quietly watching his face blank.
Varric grinned. 'Good morning Katza, how are we?'
She coughed 'I'm fine thank you.'
'So introductions! Everyone this is Makatza, Makatza this is everyone,' he waved his hand at the people seated around the table. 'Everyone why don't you introduce yourselves?'
'Oh Varric, Makers breath you do make things hard.' Hawke said. 'Hello do you remember me? Well I'm Hawke, I'm like you' he winked and she felt herself blush, he smirked and continued, 'next to you is Sebastian, Chantry boy, very innocent.'
Sebastian nodded as he was mentioned, scowling at his description. He was the man who pulled out the chair, Makatza made a mental note to thank him.
'Next to him is Merrill, also like us,' Makatza heard Fenris snort quietly, but no-one else seem to pick up on it, she tuned back in to what Hawke was saying, 'an Elf, Dalish origin.'
Merrill bounced in her seat and waved. Makatza waved back smiling.
'Then we have Varric, Isabela, and me, the leaders of the group.'
Fenris snorted again louder this time, 'misfits more like.' he muttered. Makatza tried hard to stifle the giggle that escaped but he heard it. He blushed slightly the tips of his ears turning red. Clearly he didn't think anyone would hear.
If Hawke heard he didn't give any indication, and carried on, 'next to me is my dear brother Carver, he'll hate you for what you are but don't worry he's an arse.'
Carver threw a punch at his brother, 'You're the arse! Who says I'm not gonna like her!' He sat sulkily in his seat, 'whatever I'm getting another drink.'
'Deduction dear brother,' Hawke hadn't bothered to block the punch but Carver had only hit his arm anyway. 'That's Aveline, City Guard Captain, don't do anything illegal and you should get on just fine.'
Aveline smiled warmly.
'Then Anders, and Fenris, both of whom you've already met,' he sighed. Introductions made he sat back in his seat satisfied. Makatza's mind reeled with all the names but she was pretty sure she'll be able to remember them all. She hoped.
'So Katza, what do you do?' Sebastian struck up conversation. Everyone else turned back to what they were doing before she arrived. Isabela slid a glass of wine her way before talking to Hawke. She cradled the glass in her fingers before replying. Sebastian was very good looking, his ash blonde hair brushed back, bright blue eyes.
'Um what do you mean by do?' She felt stupid for asking, but her brain had gone on vacation as it always did when she was talking to attractive men.
'Are you a fighter? Tailor? Chef?' He supplied smiling.
Now she felt stupid, sipping her wine she replied, 'oh no none of those things, although I can cook, I suppose by trade I'm a performer.'
'A performer?' A raised brow, she realised how bad that sounded.
'Oh not like the Blooming Rose performer!' She said hastily, 'I'm a singer, dancer and specialize in contortion, I've been studying since I was about four.'
'Oh right,' he said laughing, 'sorry I didn't mean to imply anything, it's just a lot of the uh, young ladies do call themselves that.'
'Yeah I thought so...' she took a large gulp of her wine. She was aware that Fenris had been watching their conversation.
The rest of the morning was spent talking to everyone, she was passed down the table, literally passed down the table as if she was a bottle of wine. It started with Hawke who picked her up, ignoring her protests and squeals, declaring that she was as light as a petal, and handing her to Sebastian who handed her to Carver, who almost dropped her. Around the table she went until she clung on to Isabela for dear life.
'So what are you going to do Katza?' Merrill asked kindly.
'We're keeping her! I'm going to teach her to fight,' Isabela announced. 'Anders and Hawke are going to help her control her growing powers, you can help if you like Merrill.'
'I do not think that the blood mage should help the newly discovered mage, we do not need another one!' Fenris stated.
'Don't start Fenris,' Hawke warned. Makatza raised an eyebrow, clearly a blood mage is a bad thing, practically everyone winced as he said it.
'Well Fenris you could help teach her to fight, Sebastian's teaching her how to use a bow, Aveline and Carver are gonna help too,' Isabela said slyly, she winked at Makatza when she saw the look of shock on her face.
Oh well it seems I'm gonna be learning to fight. Isabela's got it all sorted it seems. Makatza didn't know whether to be excited or terrified.
The elf muttered a non-committal reply. Isabela snorted in delight, she yanked Makatza out of her seat, 'hate to leave you all but we're going shopping!'
'Shopping?' Makatza said quietly.
'Oh yeah.'
Oh no...
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