*A few days after protecting Sawyer and Luna from Nightmares demons while their children were born, Fenrir finds himself on the Avalon for the first time, exploring the impressively large ship.*
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[i]He sees a sixteen year old walking through the halls, a sheathed sword on his back[/i]
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"Hello. You must be very skilled to get in the Fireteam at such a young age. I'm Fenrir."
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[i]He looks at you[/i] [b]Thanks, I'm Zenith. [/b]
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 1/14/2016 12:40:19 AM"So, what can you do that granted you access to the Fireteam?"
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[b]Well mainly this[/b] [i]He draws a sword that he had sheathed[/i] [b]No one else is able to use it so they had to pick me. That and a life of experiments and tests. But it's good to be finally here[/b] [i]He sheathes the sword[/i]
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"Humph. I don't think you'll find yourself the only experiment within this group by far. Nor the only sword wielder." *Fenrir unsheathed Ragnarok, the massive greatsword requiring one hand on the handle, and another under the blade.* "This is Ragnarok. It has served me well. Do you wield firearms, or are you a true user of the blade?"
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[b]Well, there's really no need for firearms when your me[/b] [i]suddenly he 'disappears' right in front of you, he then reappears behind you[/i] [b]See?[/b]
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"Indeed. So what is the name of your sword?" *Fenrir turns to look at him.* "And where did you gain that ability? Your experiments?"
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[b]It hasn't told me yet, for now I just call it "the demon's gift". The experiments made me compatible with it, as for the power It originally came from the sword, more experiment helped me be able to use the power [/b]
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"Mmm...a demon sword. Tricky things. I'm guessing you had to kill many just to tame it..." *Fenrir sheathes Ragnarok, his face growing deeper in thought.*
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[b]Actually, it just chose me, didn't kill anyone. It's sort of a tradeoff[/b]
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"Do you know anything about it? Like which demon its powers are tied to?"
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[b]No, why does it matter?[/b]
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 1/14/2016 2:28:41 AM"Because the demon who gave the blade its power might come back for it. Or worse, he might want you to [i]earn[/i] it."[spoiler]turning in for the night[/spoiler]
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[b]Oh, it's made me earn it. Every time I go all out in a battle, well I turn into something like a demon[/b]
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[b]he sees Shepard run through the hall, multiple weapons and magazines Falling from a large backpack, a guard in pursuit[/b] "[u]THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, WISP, RETURN THE WEAPONS![/u]" "SORRY BRO, OLD HABITS DIE HARD!"
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"Very sneaky, Shephard. Guards, stop, this is my guest. I'll get the weapons for you, just return to your duties."
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[u]"you better kill that bastard, I remember what he did to Kyle when he was a kid."[/u] [b]the guard next to him holds a hand over his eye[/b] "Thanks, fenrir, sorry about that. Just reliving some old memories... What's the job?"
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"The prince of the Voris sector is a tyrant, and a madman. He needs to die, and it needs to look either like an accident or natural causes, so his brother can ascend to the throne peacefully. If it looks even the slightest like an assassination, the generals will use it as probable cause to incite rebellion."
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"Understood... Can you give me some ideas? Heart disease? Severe phobias? Life threatening allergy?"
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"The only thing I've heard is that he's allergic to milk. But the only ones allowed to handle his foods are his royal cooks, and a new cook mysteriously slipping in and out when the prince dies to his only known allergy would be very probable cause to rebel. Though he [i]does[/i] operate at a [i]very[/i] high stress level."
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"Noted... What am I dealing with? A camp? A castle? A giant spaceship?"
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"Palace. In the middle of a massive metropolitan city. Manned by more than 28,000 servants at a time. And over 30,000 guards."
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"What if i just strait up murder him? Can we Handle a civil war?"
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"We can. But we don't want to. To many innocent casualties and loss of perfectly good warriors on both sides."