001 // too much time

[serpentis]

Who: DORIAN THE EXPLORIAN (Dorian Pavus)
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva~
When: 1/21

[Dorian spends a fair deal of time poking around the ship before deciding to try out sending a broadcast. He's not entirely certain how he knows how to use the device, only that he does, and that almost unnerves him.

Still, his voice is pleasant, almost chipper.]

Well, if this isn't a curious little jaunt that I didn't exactly expect to take this afternoon. I do hope someone might be able to enlighten me as to where, exactly, I am...and when, for that matter. ...and where one might find passable reading material would also be appreciated.

Comments

[serpentis]

Probably a what? A mage? I am an Altus, yes, but for all that they throw the title around down South I may as well call myself a Magister.

[He says it without a hint of shame- for he has none. He is proud to be a mage.]

[merchantprince]

[That's a breath of fresh air. Reminds him of Hawke, in a good way. He hurts, suddenly.]

So you haven't entirely pissed off the Tevinter elf yet? He just loves mages. For dinner. You've probably figured that out by now, though.

[serpentis]

Not entirely.

[Dorian chuckles softly.]

Really? I will keep that in mind. Charming man, really. Very direct.

[merchantprince]

Charming is... not the word I would've used. But he does have a sense of humor, somewhere.

Try to stay in one piece, will you?

[serpentis]

You as well, Varric.

[He smiles.]

There is a shortage of handsome dwarves that I've seen, I would mourn you.

[merchantprince]

[He blinks-- and then he grins unexpectedly.]

I would mourn me, too. Where else are people going to find handsome, charming dwarves with incredible chest hair?

[serpentis]

Indeed. Until we speak again.

[And he smiles, cutting the feed. For all the nicknames and gambling debts, he did generally enjoy Varric's company.]