[Strictly speaking, Brax is not unused to travel. Nor, for that matter, needing to cross a not insignificant amount terrain in search of any of number of things. He is, however, not entirely prepared to deal with the wide varieties of wildlife that can be found across Thedas. Partially because he's never entirely gotten in the habit of needing to protect himself... and bears aren't precisely susceptible to the sorts of hypnotism that he'd usually turn to.]
Wonderful.
[This is offered in a sigh, and mostly to himself, while he considers the merits and embarrassments of simply turning and fleeing.]
This is the last thing I needed today.
{IV}
[Brax is no stranger to crystals that have some variety of power or another, Gallifreyan society being what it is. True, the ones he knows best aren't anything to do with communication - and certainly aren't implied to be magical besides - but as long as he overlooks that it's not so hard to consider it to be a slightly unorthodox version of the communication devices that he is familiar with.
Albeit one that might be more easily lost, or stolen, but just at the moment he's not too worried about that.
The voice that addresses the crystals is warm. Friendly, even, if perfectly polite. The sort of voice one might find on a well-meaning professor or the more affable sort of politician; the voice of someone who is very much used to speaking publicly.]
Well, I certainly can't say that I expected any of this. But - and correct me if I'm wrong - I'd imagine that's not an uncommon sentiment? After all, it's hardly every day someone finds themselves quite unexpectedly translocated.
Irving Braxiatel | Doctor Who EU
[Strictly speaking, Brax is not unused to travel. Nor, for that matter, needing to cross a not insignificant amount terrain in search of any of number of things. He is, however, not entirely prepared to deal with the wide varieties of wildlife that can be found across Thedas. Partially because he's never entirely gotten in the habit of needing to protect himself... and bears aren't precisely susceptible to the sorts of hypnotism that he'd usually turn to.]
Wonderful.
[This is offered in a sigh, and mostly to himself, while he considers the merits and embarrassments of simply turning and fleeing.]
This is the last thing I needed today.
{IV}
[Brax is no stranger to crystals that have some variety of power or another, Gallifreyan society being what it is. True, the ones he knows best aren't anything to do with communication - and certainly aren't implied to be magical besides - but as long as he overlooks that it's not so hard to consider it to be a slightly unorthodox version of the communication devices that he is familiar with.
Albeit one that might be more easily lost, or stolen, but just at the moment he's not too worried about that.
The voice that addresses the crystals is warm. Friendly, even, if perfectly polite. The sort of voice one might find on a well-meaning professor or the more affable sort of politician; the voice of someone who is very much used to speaking publicly.]
Well, I certainly can't say that I expected any of this. But - and correct me if I'm wrong - I'd imagine that's not an uncommon sentiment? After all, it's hardly every day someone finds themselves quite unexpectedly translocated.