Quest 001: A Favor for a Favor

[neverheardofhim]

[Varric had lost track of the days he'd been on this backwater planet. New time systems and science involving orbits and science the likes of which he'd never had the time for made him feel a bit... temporally lost. He'd spent most of his time fiddling with his new devices, wandering about and grousing about how he was effectively useless, thanks to his weapon being strapped to his back.]

[But there was one thing missing.]

[He'd done enough fucking around to figure out just how the TAB worked. He'd experimented by sending a few small videos to the contacts he'd gathered up -- mostly insisting that the Hawke's eat their meals and drink whatever water they could find. The usual stuff.]

[Now it was time to get down to the important business. The feed clicked on, with Varric's face perfectly in view. He gave the device both a crooked smile and a nod of acknowledgement.]

A message to whoever's listening. You don't know me, I don't know you. That's all well and good, but I make a living off of knowing people. [Varric lifted a bottle of clear liquid into view.] So. What better way to bond than over a drink or two?

[He lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a long swig from it. When he looked back, his lips cracked into a grin.]

You can have a bottle all for yourself if you do me just one favor. Find me a quill, some ink and a decent notebook, and it's all yours.

❧ 001 [video]

[shadowblends]

[The video flickers to life, jostling about for a few moments before finally settling on a view of some nearby rocks.

Kurt stumbles into the sight of the camera, dropping down into a crouch and curling his arms around his legs. He props his chin up onto his knees and stares at the TAB with what appears to be an unusually dull look.

To put it bluntly, he looks like hell; the usual rich cobalt of his skin has a sickening slate tint and the iridescence of his eyes has faded to an oddly clouded shade of crimson to go along with the dark circles beneath them. Even the lashing of his tail is nothing more than a simple thump every few moments across the ground in front of him.]

Hallo, [he greets, voice hardly a whisper over the curve of his small knees. Yes, he's still not his normal size and he's getting to the point of hating it; everything is harder with a child's body and it clearly shows. The fact that he's been drinking the glowing water to retain his powers doesn't help either, but he wanted to be useful and teleporting is just that.

His tiny frame shivers, eyes becoming half-lidded before forcing back open, as if he's remembered why he turned this thing on in the first place. Definitely not to let people see him act like the kid he currently is.] ... is it possible for someone to direct me to the location of the Medical tent?

[A pause, his head turning so his cheek can replace his chin on his legs.] I seem to be ... lost.