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[serves]

Who: Cullen Rutherford
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now.

[It's with some hesitance that Cullen even touches the console. He knows how it works (somehow), but he's not exactly comfortable with the concept of broadcasting. His lips are set in a thin, grim line for a few moments as he thinks of what to say.]

--Maker's breath, this is absurd.

[That just about sums up his thoughts right now.]

Comments

[serves]

Hardly. I'm sure you're the one with the need to settle a score.

[This is so much easier to talk about than space and Anders.]

[serpentis]

Perhaps I simply like letting you win. Do you mock me for my charity?

[Yeah just not even gonna touch all of that, nope.]

[serves]

Is this your attempt at being convincing? Is it working?

[Some people never change, even in space.]

[serpentis]

I suppose that entirely depends on how gullible you are, Commander. I suppose there's always a rematch, if it's in question.

[serves]

Do you have a set? I think I left mine at home.

[serpentis]

You mean it's not in that ridiculous mane of yours? I thought you could hide a small army in there.

[serves]

Is that a no? Pity.

[serpentis]

I will obtain one at the next port, even if it must be crafted. And then, I will give you a sound beating and settle this.

[serves]

You'll try, Dorian. I welcome it.

[He's not very boastful about... anything, really. Except for this. If he can beat Leliana, he can trounce Dorian with his eyes closed.

Most days.]

[serpentis]

[He almost ends it there. He turns off the feed.

...several seconds later, the feed opens back up.]

And we won't be playing with your funny Ferelden rules.

[serves]

Ask [The Inquisi--nope.] Jove is she knows any chess rules. That's the only way I'd imagine it'd be fair.

[serpentis]

I will ask her.

[He doubts it, but he'll ask. Do elves play chess? He doesn't know.]

[serves]

I'm almost surprised you haven't gotten her playing with you.

[serpentis]

[Maker, you really don't know how that sounds.]

Unfortunately, she's not exactly my type. Who knows, perhaps she'll want to play with you, Commander.

[serves]

[Look at that totally go over his head. Maybe because he allows it. Ahem.]

Perhaps.

[serpentis]

[Dorian praises his brows, and manages to hold back a laugh.]

Such confidence! Perhaps one day we'll see who comes out on top.

[Let's see how long he can get away with it.]

[serves]

[Cullen just gives him a look. Bro.]

[serpentis]

[He chuckles and then gives him a mock salute.]

Very well, Commander, I will fall in line. I'll let you know when I have obtained a chess set.