004 // the house of sin

[serpentis]

Who: Dorian and assorted guests
Broadcast: Fleet-wide, 3/10
Action: In a villa practically in the forest (THE HOUSE OF SIN)
When: Broadcast- 3/10 // Action- 3/9-3/31? Until we leave.

Broadcast:

[The broadcast goes out on 3/10, and Dorian smirks a bit into the feed.]

I believe I've secured lodging for myself, with room enough for several others. If you need a place to stay, do let me know. It's a quaint little villa a bit outside of town. ...please don't mind the suspicious glances, I assure you, I've done nothing entirely against the guidelines that were set.

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Action:

[Dorian has secured a villa, but the residents of Mor don't seem too keen on having an evil mage for a neighbor. As the month goes on, more and more villagers will show up to stand at the gates of the villa and threaten to come in after the "evil wizard".

Maybe he shouldn't have gone so overboard with the whole "contacting the spirits of the dead" thing.]

((OOC: Mingle post for the House of Sin. We'll pretend there are enough rooms in here for everyone! Even if you character only drops by to rest their feet a bit, everyone is welcome to visit and stay the night if they want.))

Comments

[serves]

[Aaaaand now he's talked about his relationship problems enough. He appreciates that Dorian heard him out--in a way, saying his thoughts aloud helped confirm them. He would always, always be her friend and do whatever she needed from him, in love or not. He owed her that much for all she did for him.]

Perhaps our Inquisitor is with the... other Inquisitor. [That's so odd.] Things between the two of you are well?

[He's genuinely curious.]

[serpentis]

Oh? Curious about matters between two men, are you? Shall I draw you a diagram?

[He chuckles.]

[serves]

[Cullen groans and rubs his face.]

I'm aware of how--[wait what why is he answering that DORIAN Y U DO THIS]

I was merely inquiring as to your well being.

[serpentis]

[Dorian raises his brows, in mock scandal as Cullen speaks, and gives him a derisive scoff.]

I am perfectly fine. Still painfully attractive as always, and it would seem that I stole my own lover from myself. I dare say I'm doing better than ever.

[serves]

[He can't help but roll his eyes.]

Is that so?

[Really why does he even ask!!]

[serpentis]

[Really, Cullen, you should know better by now.]

I could do without some of the fuss here, but I suppose that I am nothing if not adaptable.

[He survives. He always has- be it in Tevinter or on the road, Dorian survives.]

And I'm thankful that I've acclimated to...some of the worse part of this space travel business. My first week I was terribly ill. I suppose it vexes people that I don't care to live on the ship and stay where we land, for the most part, but there is a very good reason for that.

[serves]

It's better than the sea, in my opinion. [He might take space over another trip over the ocean from Kirkwall, actually. Just remembering that voyage makes the wine in his stomach churn/]

I thought I'd have a harder time getting used to all this, but the mind adapts when it must, I suppose. I thought you and Jove were mad with how casually you spoke of everything.

[serpentis]

Ah, that is the trick, is it not? You adapt, or your spend your entire life screaming.

[Dorian gestures to the chessboard.]

Do you ever intend to play me, or did you just wish for idle chatter? I can't imagine why you'd wish to stall, if I were you, I'd rather accept my loss and get it over with.

[serves]

Are you sure we're from the same timeline? Because as far as I'm aware, you're the one who tends to lose. [Why you gotta be so rude. Cullen smirks and finishes setting up the board.]

[serpentis]

Oh, you wound me, Commander.

[He -almost- looks offended, and he settles with a smile. That was much more like it.]

[serves]

I'll be sure to keep that quiet. None need know how delicate Tevinter magistrates are.

[Except Dorian could fry him. His templar abilities are rusty as hell.]

[serpentis]

Need I remind you, again, of the difference between myself and a Magister, Commander?

[Really, down South they'll slap that title on anyone.]

[serves]

Is one better at chess than the other?

[THE SASS IS STRONG]

[serpentis]

Both are better than a Templar by far, I would imagine. You're just lucky.

[He raises a brow at him.]