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driftfleet2015-08-11 06:51 pm
serpentis) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-11 06:51 pm
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.))
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.))
[Action]
[Dorian looked over at Cole, and he saw a boy of delicate, bird-like bones and the chill of autumn in the South.
Cole was many things. But Dorian had come to learn quite a bit, and he had changed.]
Perhaps things are different now.
[It felt like a vine reaching out to another plant on a trellis, this awkward reaching to connect with others. Dorian was never good at that- he was much better at making people hate him that love him, and he had always thought that was for the best.
But maybe it wasn't.]
[Action]
[One day, maybe, Cole won't answer things that haven't been said, but he's not that good at being people still. He just can't miss that spike of thought and feeling.]
I don't think I ever could. I know what hate is. I've felt it. As me, not as memories or other people. But I won't hate you. It's not in you to be or do the things that have made me hate.
[Action]
[Because he did worry, sometimes. Dorian was a necromancer, Cole a spirit. The two seemed, sometimes, to be irreconcilable. Dorian used spirits, he utilized them like a tool. They were as much an object, a weapon, as knives were to Cole.]
[Action]
I'm so glad! It's all I want to do, honest. Make things... a bit easier. Better. Hurt less.