driftfleet | 009 // i carry your bones in my heart

Who: Dorian and YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide
Action: On the Three Twins!
When: 8/11, Midnight.

[It's rare in Drift Fleet to see Dorian as The Necromancer. He plays with people, he flirts with them. Occasionally his humor is morbid. But that's just him.

But tonight is different.

The broadcast is from a darkened cargo bay of the SS Three Twins.

Dorian is wearing black robes with a pointed hood, and as the broadcast starts, he gestures with a skull-topped staff, seeming to almost do it for show. There's a whispering of something circling him, a spirit, perhaps, and candles illuminate around him as it vanishes.]

I do hope you're having a good night. I had nearly lost track of the date, what with the odd stars, but I'm quite certain that it is the beginning of the eighth month, Matrinalis. Which means, for those of you unaccustomed to Thedosian holidays, it is All Soul's Day. Or close enough. ...regardless...

[He conjures a small flicker of fire in his hand, the light casting shadows on his face, the glowing purple lines of necromantic sigils and runes seemingly etched into his hands and arms.]

It is the day we Thedosians remember our dead. As a necromancer, I daresay I am qualified to lead the celebrations, if you will.

You are welcome to come and extinguish a candle for those you've lost.

((OOC: A combination network post and mingle log! Start up an action thread if you'd like, thread with other folks, just leave a comment in the subject if your character is looking to chat with Dorian.))

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[Anders actually appreciates All Soul's Day, on occasion will light candles himself quietly and in private, but (like most of his interaction with religion) it's not an experience he's particularly inclined to share. He listens, though, chin propped on one hand and the quirk of his half-smile amused.

He recognizes a spirit when he sees it, wouldn't be much of a healer if he didn't, but to him that hardly seems to be the most interesting part of the scene.]

That's quite the spin you've put on it. [In the Circle it was mostly a holiday for chapel attendance, when the young apprentices would put on a play.] Nothing like a bit of drama to spice things up, mm?

[Because people are pissed! Ha ha.]

I suspect that things are...different in Tevinter and Nevarra. Certainly, in the latter, where the Mortalitasi are a political power, I've heard it's quite the celebration.

[He inclines his head a bit.]

In Tevinter, we would dress as spirits and take to the public streets at night, holding parades from one end of the city to the other. We don't celebrate all of the holidays they do in the South, but this is one of them.

[As for the drama...he waves a hand dismissively.]

I've heard far worse on the lower floor of the Magisterium. I'll be concerned when Fenris's hand is lodged firmly in my ribcage. I suspect that's how I'll know I'd overstepped.

[And he quirks a smile. Careless, flippant Dorian.]

[Deadpan:]

If Fenris is your measuring stick for dramatic interludes, you'll have a very interesting time of things, I think.

[For example: he's pretty sure Fenris considers ripping out his still-beating heart every single time they make accidental eye-contact. But that's him.

Either way, he sighs, wistful, like a child wishing they could go to the parade.]

Your way sounds more fun, anyhow. The way the Chantry handles things, you'd think Andraste preached boredom as much as she did anything else.

Oh, no. The Tevene aren't known for any sort of restraint. Not in war, not in love, and certainly not in celebration. We are a nation of extremes.

[For better or for worse.]

I've often found the Chantry in the south to be a bit...

[He waves a hand vaguely.]

...somber? Perhaps that's a good word for it. The Mothers cluck at everyone like blithering old hens.

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That's one word for it. I could think of a few others.

[Like power-hungry and fear-mongering and hateful and deceitful and dismissive. But that's digging a little deeper than he intends to go for the purposes of this conversation.]

Wouldn't even let me play a part in the chapel show! "Too disruptive," they said. I think it was just because I don't have enough barbarian in me.

Ah, and here I was, thinking you'd play an absolutely charming evil Magister. I'm certain you could even imitate a proper cackle, given enough practice.

[He chuckles to himself.]

[He waves one hand.]

Please. As far as the Chantry is concerned, we were all born knowing how to do that already. Little bit of "evil Magister" in every mage, just waiting to be smothered with impunity.

[He shrugs, like it doesn't matter to him either way. (Spoiler: it does.)]

But at least it would have made the celebration more exciting, hmm?

Oh, indeed. I'm certain you have a flair for the dramatic, you could have captured the audience effortlessly.

[And he considers for a moment.]

Perhaps I judged you too quickly. You'll have to forgive me, Anders. You seem agreeable enough. Hardly the man I was expecting from your reputation.

[Well, if Anders was wondering why the stream was locked and encrypted, it's because Dorian doesn't want to gain rivalry with Fenris by making the statement that Anders isn't terrible.]

[Something at the edges of his smile sharpens just a little, muscle flickering in his jaw.]

Funny how that works.

[His reputation, earned from a mishmash of things he's done and hasn't done and might yet still do. Still, it's— something. Better than the alternative, anyway, which has Aveline and Cullen staring at him like he might spontaneously combust, and Fenris fantasizing about tearing his heart out.]

Regardless! Forgiveness granted, of course. It was only a matter of time before everyone appreciated me for the ball of fun that I am.

I understand well enough what it's like to have your reputation color what others think of you.

[If not in Tevinter, for the scandal of not marrying, then outside of it, simply for his accent and being a proud mage.

It was odd, how different things were in the South. In Tevinter, mages were prided, and magic was something to show off, to impress others. The stronger the mage, the better his chances at being Archon.]

Yes, well, regardless, should you need anything, or simply wish to discuss theory, you may contact me. I don't think Fenris would appreciate me fraternizing with you too much, but I've never been one for following the whims of others entirely.

[He shrugs. It's a sad fate of all mages to be judged, sometimes literally, but at least that was something he was used to, a facet of himself to be accepted and not changed. All of this is... bigger. More personal.

Better justified.]

Let's be honest, now, is there anything Fenris does appreciate? Try to do that and you'll end up sitting on a little chair in a dark room staring at the wall. [He stares contemplatively off-camera.] Don't worry. I'll do my level best to be as unassuming as possible.

[He doesn't mean for that thread of sarcasm to slip in at the end, but... having a spotlight shone on the things that make him so unpopular around the fleet makes him uncomfortable, even halfway— and his favorite remedy for discomfort is abrasive humor.]

Things he does appreciate...oddly enough, I can think of quite a few. Several of them are even illegal in Qarinus, and a few more in Kirkwall.

[And he chuckles to himself.]

I will speak with you again sometime, Anders. Do take care.

[Anders is pretty sure "murder" is at the top of both of those lists. Whatever else might be included.]

I always do. [Cheerfully, as he tips an imaginary hat.] And a good All Soul's Day to you.

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