First Spell ☠ Video & Action

[fantachetic]

Who: Dorian Pavus & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Lyuku & Marsiva
When: 9/13

Video;;
[ Waking up in an unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar things is certainly high on the list of disturbing things Dorian has experienced, on par with seeing a future that should never exist. It takes little time to figure this communicator business out, and somehow, he knows how to operate it despite never having seen it. Mark number two for 'this place is disturbing'. After a while, he opens the communicator and turns on the video feed. That is a very well-manicured mustache.. ]

From what I understand, and feel free to correct if I'm mistaken, but we've been spirited away by a seemingly-benevolent entity. Furthering that, we are given information that, by all accounts, should be impossible, yet here we are!

[ This entire tirade is complimented by a wide flourish, gesturing to his surroundings. ]

What, you thought that was simply the beginning? Turns out, we visit entirely different places, and this one happens to have something happening to it. A might convenient, I daresay. Oh, but let's not forget, we're entertainment! Steal the spotlight, win the show and get to leave. Sounds simple enough, but has this actually happened to anyone you are aware of?


Lyuku;;
[ The streets are colorful, if not a bit crowded, but not unpleasant. It's difficult to not want to spend hours winding through the stalls of the bazaar. He has a few credits to spend, but Dorian doesn't feel the immediate need to part with them in case there is something that strikes his fancy at the end. However, that won't stop him from browsing and trying to get a better deal. Maybe he stops to feed a strawberry to one of those dragonesque lizards. Definitely not picking it up, though. It can stay right where it is. He could also be found perusing the more mystical wares- tables of crystals and bottled herbs that he's absolutely unfamiliar with but intrigued by. ]

Fortune Telling;;
The beck and call of a few extra credits doesn't elude him, though really he doesn't see how he has the 'look' of a fortune teller- and he would have had half a mind to be offended had she meant anything by it. The orange-skinned woman had wanted a bit of shut eye, so Dorian finds himself sitting under a canopy surrounded by lots of musty tapestry and gleaming strands of beads. The crystal ball and stack of cards could be laughable. If he weren't superb at being incredibly charming. ]

I have a good sense about your future, care for a reading?

Wildcard;;
[ Hit Dorian up with something else! On the Marsiva, seeing the sights? Sure! ]

[ooc note: those who wish to make TDM threads canon and want to continue, feel free!]

Comments

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[brainiest]

We don't know very much at all about other fleets, winners or losers. I'm afraid you might find it a little bit of a struggle to learn anything about them either.

[ At least he's... Well. He's talking. More than can be said for some. ]

At least you'll be somewhat comfortable while you're here?

video.

[fantachetic]

A might unfortunate, that. Is there any particular reason that there is no information available? Have they erased the knowledge of it?

[ He considers the question with a tilt of his head. ]

Comfort is subjective. I am certainly not lounging in a horse-infested shithole that smells of damp and dog.

video.

[brainiest]

Probably because they don't want us to know anything about a way to get home. Any information has been based on technology, and that's not exactly something I'm very good at.

[ Magical theory? Sure. Dabbling in hand to hand? Why not. Computers? Panic. ]

Luckily, the ships aren't at all horse-infested and mostly smell like metal.

[bryces_pup]

Oh, banish the thought of the benevolence of these people. They are very much not.

[Atroma can have its moments of kindness, but Riona's long since attributed that to either flukes on their part, or setting up for something far worse and likely to cause pain later.]

And unfortunately no, we don't know for certain. There's doubt that this is a show at all. Good luck proving either way, though.

[fantachetic]

I imagine that they see themselves as benevolent, rather than the opposite. People with power do tend to have that delusion.

How long has this been going on?

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[scanninggaydis]

I'm curious what makes you think they're even seemingly benevolent. I mean, I guess other than just trying to kill us outright or something.

[Maybe Dorian's statement was a little glib, but at the same time. The Atroma aren't great.]

video

[fantachetic]

Ah, the benevolence is mostly from their own eyes, one assumes. They very well could- most kidnappers are hardly without ulterior motive.

fortune telling;

[aetherflows]

[Someone addresses him and it takes Alphinaud a moment to formulate a response. He's distracted by the mustache. Definitely the mustache. Most of the natives seem to have orange-hued skin; Dorian sticks out a little compared to the other fortune-peddlers. Maybe he's working for some coin?

Alphinaud sticks out too, though; he hasn't seen anyone else with big pointy elezen ears.]

I wonder how-- all I can feel is the tension begging to be cut apart with a knife. [A pause, and a little smile.] But if you're part of the Fleet, I'll play along.

Do you want my palm or somesuch? [He reaches into his coinpurse for some credits, which he earned mostly by running up and down several flights of stairs for lazy astronomers.]

[fantachetic]

[ Well, he is naturally distracting. It's all the charm and good looks. ]

Perhaps, but it's difficult to take a step back and see the forest instead of the trees in front of you. [ Dorian gestures to the empty seat in front of him in the booth. It feels closed off compared to the other peddlers around, tapestries and silks surround three sides for a more secluded reading. Once Alphinaud steps fully into the tent, the scent of incense is heady. The orange-skinned owner of said tent must bathe in it for how the scent lingers in the fabrics. ]

You're new to the Fleet as well, I'd wager. Your options include a palm reading or a look into the tarot cards. What do you feel the right answer is?

video; this guy could sort of be a Qunari?

[sonof_mogh]

[Was this guy so naïve to actually think that if he performed well enough the Atroma would send him home? Good luck with that...]

The Atroma will not send you home. Even if we perform well enough for their circus, none of us have been allowed to return back to where we came from. Our captors are cowards and deserve nothing but a dishonourable death.

[This guy is all about honour and killing.]

he sure could

[fantachetic]

My good man, I have little faith in their willingness- people with power tend to have false promises aplenty. Were it that simple, we would be where we are intended to be.

[ Dorian raises a perfect eyebrow at Mr. Rampage. ]

I'm inclined to agree until I have further proof.

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[ginger_firebird]

They're benevolent in the sense that they won't outright kill us. And as far as I have found out in the month or so I've been here, leaving simply doesn't happen, at least not actively.

[He's kind of impressed with the attitude thus far. People should always be critical of their surroundings and situations and Dorian seems very critical indeed.]

My full title is Psycho Mantis, but most stick to Mantis after a while. Welcome to the fleet.

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[fantachetic]

I had assumed the benevolence was more from their point of view than our own.

[ Listen. When you have been through the shit he has, it's hard not to be a cynic. He would have been eaten alive in Tevinter if he weren't. ]

Dorian of House Pavus. I would extend my gratitude, but I'm rather sure I will be eating my words shortly.

Adalwolfe- action;;

[fantachetic]

(( continued from here ))

[ Dorian senses some sort of hesitation, but he chalks it up to more of a hangup on him being from Tevinter than anything so deep as worrying about making more connections. Since Adalwolfe sits, he must not be too bothered by it. Not something he's unused to, of course. The corner of his lip twitches up into a smirk as he talks, though it ends up as a laugh. ]

But isn't it fascinating to consider the possibilities? When I helped my old mentor develop that particular thread of magic, it wasn't meant to be used as it had been. It hadn't been finished, so it was horribly unstable. He was foolish to have used it so. [ He rubs a hand over his chin, considering for a moment. ]

Why not a combination of both? It isn't likely that the two are mutually exclusive. From what I have seen from this network so far, is that people are familiar with one, but not the other.

action 5ever

[wolfehawke]

Yes, Varric told me all about that, as the Inquisitor told him. Foolish wasn't quite the word he used.

[That comes with a wry smile. Varric had actually called it a 'pile of magical horse-shit', a sentiment which - knowing what could have happened - Adalwolfe doesn't fault him for.]

What, you think it's some kind of magi-technology? I mean, that's possible. This planet for example, they use both, even if it is for frivolous and somewhat inaccurate fortune telling.

[Magic has so many better uses. Like blasting your enemies across a battlefield or... Maker, even heating your bathwater is a better use than divination. Maybe. Or maybe he's just sour because it's hardly used in most Thedosian countries to any great effect and so everything goes to pot without any warning, especially for him.]

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[whatisright]

[Continued from here.]

What time are you from?

[Because somehow, Justice doubts that the Architect would just give up on his goals and switch within a year, and he knows that time is odd here. Not that it bothers him to have odd time. He's from the Fade, after all.

Perhaps if he's from a certain time, the Warden Commander and Anders might already know about this change in the darkspawn.]

Re: Action

[fantachetic]

Ah, that would be 9:42 Dragon.

[ It's certainly fascinating to talk with someone from his own timeline, but in a separate year altogether. ]

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[wolfuncaged]

[And lo, here is Fenris, utterly without humour, as always. ]

No. No one leaves, or if they do, they simply vanish without a trace. There is no winning. There has never been any chance of winning.

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[fantachetic]

[ Hello, Fenris. So nice to snark you today. ]

And with that, you've dashed every one of my hopes of stealing the show. I hope you're quite satisfied with yourself. It is interesting that vanishing doesn't seem to have a correlation with having won. Do we know where they go?

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[mongoosecrow]

No one told me about the 'benevolent' part. I must've missed that on the welcome memo.

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[fantachetic]

An easy enough mistake to make, as it happens. One wouldn't assume kidnapping to be entirely benevolent to begin with, but it seems this entity thinks otherwise. Why else would we be here? I know my face is dashing enough to entertain, though I'm not too exciting.

Did someone say fortune telling?

[pain_train]

[They don't really do fortune telling in Proles, so all this mysticism stuff is super fascinating to Wrath. And since she doesn't pay the best of attention to the network at times, she managed to completely miss Dorian's arrival. She wanders up to examine the crystal ball with complete fascination.]

What's this do?

[fantachetic]

It's for divination, scrying, in particular. Seeing your future. Would you care to try?

[ He leans an elbow on the velvet-covered table, resting his chin in a hand. ]

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[mrfancyhat]

[This man has a "good sense about his future," does he? Chuuya finds that hard to believe. What would a fortune teller know anyway? All he did was walk by - there's no way he can be read simply by walking. And yet, he can't help but to be curious. Perhaps this would be worth spending a couple minutes on for the sake of amusement.]

Sure. You got my attention.

action;; sorry for lateness AGAIN

[fantachetic]

[ What would this fortune teller know? Absolute nug-shit. He's been making it up as he goes along, though the woman who runs the stand had given him a very brief lesson on the stars and the divine sight for readings. Apparently his aura was the perfect hue of turquoise for her. As the man looks to leave, he surprises Dorian by turning around.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

He gestures to the empty chair across from the velvet-draped table. Apologies for the overly-incense infused air. It wasn't his choice. ]

Have a seat.