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.))

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[ladiesss]

Good. Because I'm trusting you, okay?

['Adults', she thinks, derisively. it's astounding how many she knows that don't have their shit together. now she has to be the grown-up in this situation? it's ridiculous. it's also at least partly hypocritical--but her first defense against any sort of nervousness is anger. allow her to churn on the inside so that she doesn't take it out on Dorian more than she already has.

she pulls him along. or tries to. she has no real physical strength, but she's trying to lead him over towards a bed or a couch or some other convenient nearby piece of furniture.]

And you can relax. I'm not gonna tell anyone.

[serpentis]

[He settles on the bed, propping a leg against it and leaving the other foot just touching the floor.

He almost dreads this, but at the same time, he knows it may very well be for the best.]

...very well, what now?

[ladiesss]

[see? no more pontificating. she surrenders his hand so that she can pull her cute little flats off and sit, cross-legged, mostly facing him. she sounds very authoritative--quite bossy, for a young lady.]

Well, first I need to tell you some stuff. Starting with the truth about my identity, because you really should have been more curious about me before you invited me into your house. What if I was a serial killer? Or, like, a vampire?

[she pauses, then adds:] If you don't have vampires where you're from, just ignore that I mentioned them entirely.

[serpentis]

Very well, what are you, then, if not a...vampire or serial killer?

[He glances aside, uncertain of what to do. He hasn't felt like this since he was younger, and Berille was lecturing him over somesuch foolishness.

He missed her, in a way.]

[ladiesss]

[what a doofus. she feels a pang of uncertainty--that two-second window where she suddenly feels like a child talking down to someone much older and wiser than her--but she takes a deep breath and strengthens her resolve. this is for Dorian's own good. she likes Dorian, she thinks, and he's... useful, probably, and she feels bad for him. there are a lot of reasons.

not that she's got time to think them out. she's kind of going with her gut on this one.]

I'm a fairy. A sluagh, one of the Kithain. Do they have any of those where you're from?

[serpentis]

[Dorian sits back, and his demeanor changes. He's not uncertain, but he looks her over, as if he's seeing her in a completely new light. He smiles a bit, and shakes his head.]

Decidedly not. Is that...is it like a spirit? Are you a spirit? Or a demon, perhaps? Do you come from a world beyond the physical? What about your human form? Why do you look like that? How old are you, really?

[Congrats, Krista. You just discovered the biggest nerd in the ENTIRE FLEET. He can barely contain himself, he looks rapt, almost giddy.

New magic?! YAY!]

[ladiesss]

W-What? [well, now it's her turn to look surprised.] No, I'm not a-- Wait a minute--

[the spell is broken. Krista is a teenage girl who has no idea what she's doing. she runs her hands through her hair, groaning.]

Oh my god, Dorian... Just... Calm down.

[serpentis]

[He does settle down, but it's the kind of settling that is a wound spring being pushed into place and less actually calming down.

He nods.]

Forgive me. Please, tell me more.

[ladiesss]

[this is... not where she thought this was going to go, at all. they were supposed to be having a somber conversation! ugh, but... excited is at least... better than mopey...? SHE GUESSES?

so she rubs her forehead and takes a breath, and thinks of somewhere to start.]

Okay. Quick story time. Once upon a time there was this magical kingdom called Arcadia where everything was supposed to be perfect. Everyone was happy, everything was full of life and color and you could create things by thinking them as easy as you could breathe. All of the Fae Folk lived there, I guess. The important, consistent ones were called the Kithain, and they ruled the kingdom and everything was great.

Except--one day, for some reason, they got kicked out of Arcadia and were forced to live in the world of humans. The human world has two halves, uh, at least where I'm from. One half is the normal, totally boring human world where there is no magic and everything is structured and logical. There's also the Dreaming, which is everywhere, but also kind of on a different plane of existence than the mortal world?

[she's gesturing with her hands. layers. one on top of the other. she hopes this is still making sense, because she's started talking fast and isn't sure she can stop.]

It's where magic and imagination and creativity and stuff come from, and also where the Kithain now live. The only problem is that the mortal world keeps getting bigger and bigger, while the Dreaming keeps getting thinner and smaller, and Kithain can't survive outside of a magical surrounding for very long, so--!

[she suddenly points! and... takes a breath.]

So, when one of the Kithain would die, their souls started being reborn into human bodies. Most of them, anyway. I mean--that part's weird, but we can talk about that later. Anyway. That protects them from the banality of the human world while still allowing them to spend time in the Dreaming... and... so, these fairy souls wake up and remember themselves sometime during their human life, and then they, uh, decide what to do with the rest of their existences from there.

[...and, so, here she is.]

[serpentis]

[He listens, his brain going over everything. It sounds, like what she is describing is much like The Fade, where demons and spirits live. Magic comes from there, and will is almost as good as reality.

He looks her over, and he smiles. He wasn't very close to Cole, but she reminds him of the spirit, in that sense. Cole was an endlessly fascinating boy, and Dorian felt something close to excitement bubbling up within him.]

And you are one of these Kithain, I assume, that awoke during your time in the human world?

[He is trying very hard to restrain himself to just one question. There is so much he wants to know!]

[ladiesss]

Um, yeah. I thought I was human until about two years ago.

[back at the Academy, when one day she just woke up with a horrifying face and the inability to talk at any volume above a "soft-spoken". actually, Dorian kind of reminds her (at least in this moment) of Headmaster Thorne. emotional, thoughtful, very curious. weirdly nice to her. less Scandinavian, but he'd probably have the same penchant for fancy bourbons and Greek literature...

and that is very comforting. makes her feel better about strong-arming him into being her friend.]

[serpentis]

Remarkable!

[And he honestly sounds excited. It's not the odd cutting warmth of sarcasm and joking, but the odd giddiness that he feels when he's discovered something new.]

But you're not. So, then, you were born like the rest, but the spirit that was plucked and placed into your body was one of these...Kithain?

[ladiesss]

[she nods, starting to fidget with her fingers, running them over the knuckles of her other hand.]

Yeah. Human mother, human father. Human siblings. Well--my sister turned out to be a mage, but that's... kind of a different story.

[she tries to dismiss it with a weak little smile, but it doesn't really work.]

[serpentis]

Ah, you said the mages on your world kidnap people, is that correct?

[His voice is a touch concerned.]

[ladiesss]

Mostly just magical things like me. For study, or power, or whatever.

And not all of them. Just most of them.

[so she's really going out there to trust Dorian not to kidnap her for science.]

[serpentis]

[That strikes a chord, and he nods softly.]

Not unlike the Magisters back home, in Tevinter. One of my traveling companions...they would do much the same to him, I suspect. Should he ever show here, I'll have to introduce you.

[And then softly, with concern, he gently reaches out to touch her arm.]

Did they kidnap you, Krista?

[ladiesss]

No, no.... [she reaches up to kind of... pat his hand, perhaps assuring him that it'll be all right.] No, I was kidnapped by my friend who was a vampire until he turned out to have an evil split personality that was really a demon that snuck into his body so that he could survive death and consequently take over the world.

[her eyes widen as she nods, solemnly.]

I guess my sister is on a life-quest to destroy all fairies, but she's like, eight. So I have a while before that gets bad. Most kidnapping attempts end with my big friend smashing his giant hammer into their face. So. You know. Could be worse.

[serpentis]

[He chuckles, tilting his head a bit to the side in a nod.]

Yes, I suppose it could be worse. Family is always...difficult.

[He sits back a bit, and weighs it for a moment. Well, she did want to be friends, so this was a step in that, he supposed. Honesty, and all that.]

I have issues with my father. He...when I said that he wished me to take a wife, that wasn't the entirety of it. You see, in my homeland, the most corrupt mages use blood magic. I hate it, but I suppose there's little harm in using your own blood, or blood given willingly.

But my father, he...he wanted to take my blood from me, to bleed me and change me, make me acceptable. So that I would take a wife, so that I wouldn't keep the company of men anymore.

[He looks down at his hands, gold rings catching the light and glossy black nails a stark contrast to even his tanned skin.]

Perhaps it could have worked but...I wouldn't have been Dorian anymore. It would have been some other man. I don't know that I would have liked him.

[ladiesss]

Oh...

[she spends so much of her time thinking about herself as a separate entity from everyone else. she strikes out so often to "find herself" and establish an identity and create clear lines about who she is and who she isn't. she sees herself as one thing (fairy, small girl, teenager) and everyone else as something different (human, adult, potential danger).

but for once, she really... can't look at Dorian like that, because listening to this makes her feel like he's just a person and she's another person who wishes that hadn't happened to him. this is probably called "empathy", but she's never been great with feelings.

she puts a hand on his shoulder, as if they were the same height.]

I'm sorry. It's really horrible that he wanted to do that.

[serpentis]

[He nods softly, and then pats the hand at his shoulder.]

It is. But...I suppose it proves that there are no ends even good men will sink to, when desperate.

[Which was the honest truth. Halward Pavus was, even still a good man. Dorian still believed that his father wasn't evil. He hadn't joined the Venatori, after all, but he had been driven to desperation, let blood magic tempt him in a moment of weakness.]

[ladiesss]

[she's not sure what to say to that--not because she disagrees or anything, but because she just doesn't know what words she could possibly follow that with.

when all else fails, she supposes there's always weak humor:]

Super-creepy, too. I'm glad you didn't get brainwashed.

[serpentis]

[Dorian will grab onto that humor, because it's a shield. It's warm. It's safe.]

I am, as well. Could you imagine? I need at least six more months to practice my cackle before I can properly pass as an evil Magister.

this thread should have ended ages ago but I can't NOT write this tag

[ladiesss]

[she tries not to laugh. laughs anyway, kind of through her sinuses. she winds up smiling about it and gives Dorian one more friendly pat on the shoulder.]

Yeah, you're... Good being you, I think. You're just fine.

[which... makes her think of one of the reasons she'd accepted his offer to stay here in the first place. she doesn't want to dredge up another secret aspect of her life, but they're here and they're talking honestly, and Dorian already spilled his guts with barely any prompting on her part.

so she takes a very deep breath, and... gracefully flops sideways onto the bed. like a dying swan. it is again, perhaps, a boon to all that she cannot raise her voice, otherwise this would have been a groan heard in the rooms surrounding them.]

Dorian, I am so gay.

GOD BLESS

[serpentis]

[Dorian just nods softly and reaches over to pat her shoulder. There, there.]

I know that feeling all too well.

[Or, in other words: "same".]

[ladiesss]

Uuuugh, thank you.

[the shoulder pat is very much appreciated. she's going to continue to lay here in her haunted misery. or frustration. whatever this feeling is.]