002 // from ten in the morning, we are honest til nine

[serpentis]

Who: Dorian Pavus
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: If needed, Adsum
When: TONIGHT!

[Dorian smiles a bit, secretively, and leans back in his chair, kicking his ankle onto his opposite knee.

He looks relaxed, and...his mustache is waxed. And he's wearing eyeliner with wings sharp enough to kill a man.]

I have a business proposition, for anyone interested. It's simple work, but I cannot offer payment in money. I can, however, offer use of my services.

[And...yep, gonna leave that there and smirk into the camera.]

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[serpentis]

[He smiles.]

I had a feeling you might be interested. It's no crossbow, but...I suppose I stick to my strengths.

I'm looking to smuggle cosmetics and razors and other such tools from Adsum. Have you seen some of these people? Dreadful. This is nearly public service.

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[merchantprince]

No crossbow can compare to Bianca. I wouldn't even bother. [Seriously though. He won't equip ANY OTHER BOWS. EVER.]

Oh, smuggling? Is that all it is? Got me all excited for nothing.

I got a guy, I can hook you up real easy.

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[serpentis]

My dear Varric, you say this as if illegal activity was commonplace for you. I'm shocked and appalled.

[Are you buying it, Varric? He's not really trying to sell that one.]

It would be appreciated. And what would I owe you in return, hmm? Or should I just make it up to you, that sort of thing?

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[merchantprince]

[Varric cackles.]

I got a few stories about the Merchant's Guild I should share sometime.

[He's all smirks. He loves being useful.]

You know me. You know my style. If you see something tailored in my size, grab it for me and we'll call it even.

You couldn't pay me to wear one of those awful jumpsuits.

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[serpentis]

I'll see what I can find, perhaps something to set off your finer features. The problem is just deciding on which one.

[Dorian smiles to himself. Even if Varric didn't know him before this place, and they weren't exactly the same allies that they had been, the dwarf was the same. Despite the gambling debts, Dorian did generally enjoy his company.]

Forward the information for your contact, if you would.

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[merchantprince]

I like red. Blue is fine, too.

[Varric is beginning to see why he gave Dorian a name. He really is like a sparkler. Varric enjoys it immensely.]

I already sent a runner. You should hear something in the next hour or so.

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[serpentis]

Thank you, Varric. I'll have your gift sent along in a few days, once I find something...

[He doesn't finish the thought. The thought is, something that's good enough to be a gift to a friend. But he doesn't finish it, because the edges of that thought are still raw and tender. Could he make better friends? Ones that weren't just surface companionship?

He pauses, faltering, but manages to catch himself with a smile.]

...something in your size.

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[merchantprince]

[Varric notices the hesitation, but he doesn't remark on it. He just smiles. There's a touch of it that's soft and knowing.]

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Let me know if there's any problems.