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.]

Comments

[merchantprince]

So's talking shit about someone in front of them, elf.

Well.

Sort of.

You know what I mean.

[serpentis]

Precisely, Varric. Where are your manners?

[He makes a little sound. Tut tut.]

Varric, if you were to use us as...inspriation, if you will, would I have a bustle and would I be swooning and waiting for a brave Templar to sweep me off my feet?

[merchantprince]

Ouch. I never thought I'd see the day when the elf actually had friends who ganged up on his other friends. It just-- it brings a tear to my eye.

[He sniffs dramatically.]

Hmm, I'm not sure about the bustle. Maybe a giant cravat around your neck. I mean, I could have you wearing women's clothes if you're into that, Sparkler...

[serpentis]

[Friends? Were they friends? Dorian doesn't say anything, and only for a moment is there a look of thoughtfulness that passes over his face.]

I don't know, I've never quite tried it. I prefer well-tailored robes to set off my wide shoulders, that sort of thing.

I take it that's a yes, and I'll expect to read about myself riding into the sunset with him.

[merchantprince]

Is that so? I'll think about it, then. A bustle would definitely make your shoulders look smaller.

[Varric sighs.]

Yeah, yeah. I guess I don't have a choice now, do I? Everyone always likes the romance. It's my worst work-- don't know why they bother.

[serpentis]

[Oh no, we can't have a sad dwarf friend.]

Well, what is your best work, then? If I were to read one thing by the great Varric Tethras, what would be your magnum opus?

[merchantprince]

Personally, I don't think I've peaked yet. But my best work is definitely Tale of the Champion. It got me noticed in more than one way. [Freaking Cassandra. He'll never skip a chance to brag about his best friend Hawke, though.]

[serpentis]

I'll have to give it a read when I return home. I'm not certain that Skyhold has any books that aren't just Chantry propaganda.

[merchantprince]

Actually, I have a copy on me... but it's loaned out to someone right now. I'll let you know when he brings it back.

[serpentis]

A true friend, saving me from the horrors of bad literature. I do wonder what I've done to deserve you.

[merchantprince]

Some people go their whole lives wondering that.

[wolfuncaged]

We might not be talking shit about you at all. We could be speaking in admiration of your chest hair.

[merchantprince]

Well. In that case, continue.

[wolfuncaged]

I couldn't possibly, now I have an audience. Your ego is big enough as it is, dwarf.

[merchantprince]

[He makes a mock offended noise.]

You wound me, elf. I am nothing but a humble, trustworthy dwarf who just happens to be exceedingly handsome.

[wolfuncaged]

[That gets a chuckle, a deep rumbling sound most of the Fleet don't get the pleasure of hearing. ]

Ah, of course, my apologies. Your utterly humble nature escaped me, for a moment. I shall not let it happen again.

[merchantprince]

[Fenris is terribly adorable when he's actually friendly, and Varric is reminded of just how badly he missed everyone the past couple years.]

Good, good. Let me know when you're free, by the way-- I found some cards.

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh good, nothing makes you forget yours troubles like losing horrifically to game of Wicked Grace. ]

I have plenty of free time in the evenings. I have a room on Accendo. [You can trust Fenris to find where all the alcohol is at. He's like a sniffer dog for booze.]

[merchantprince]

What do you know, I do too. [He grins.] Tomorrow at nine? I'll come over.

[As long as he clears the bodies out.]

[wolfuncaged]

I'll look forward to it.

[Gosh that is rude, he has like, one body. ]