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[samahl]

Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: Fleetwide (accidentally)
Action: Wonderduck
When: After the Shuffle


[WONDERDUCK]

Cyril's welcome to the Fleet was wrought with the despair of losing a planet and the people left on it. He can tell that things are tense even though he's new. This means that he needs to deal with the sudden appearance of information in his mind while also navigating the grief of others. It's a very strange welcome for many reasons.

He isn't sure what he thinks of this place. There's so much he has to take in right away. He has to deal with learning about space travel, different worlds, and technology so far outside of anything that could be found on Thedas. He's impossibly curious about it all, but because of the lingering feeling around the Fleet he isn't sure if now is the time to ask questions.

Instead, he focuses on getting settled. When he was brought here he had on the clothes he wore around High Town, a nice tunic and pants - as well as a prosthetic that was a hand carved out of polished wood rather than any of his functioning ones. He'd have to see about rebuilding something that would be of use when he was piloting. The fake hand was very well crafted and designed to put people at ease, but it didn't let him grip anything easily. However, that could come later - along with all of his questions.


[VIDEO]

[Cyril doesn't seem to realize that he's accidentally started a broadcast. He is closed up in his new room and he had meant to try to get his Sending Crystal to work, but instead it is useless in his hand. The Fleet, however, seems to think that this means he's okay with his message being brought to people here instead. After all, the person he's trying to contact is one of them - even if not in the way that Cyril thinks.]

I don't think this is working, but just in case -- [He turns the crystal over in his hand, examining it as if he can will it to start working. He's alone in this room so he has removed the fake arm, comfortable without the weight of it when he thinks he doesn't have people around to gawk at him for missing a limb.] Just in case you can hear me...

I'm well. I'm in one piece - well, excepting the part we already knew was missing. [It's a joke, and he manages to make his voice casual and even smile a bit as he says it.] Please don't worry, my friend. I'll find a way back home.

I'm surrounded by friendly people. Including.... an enchanted clock? I wish you were here. It would be fun to disparage the character of a mage who puts a man's consciousness into a clock.

[Another joke, and another pause.] Please don't leave Tevinter. What you are Maevaris are doing is vital. If you can hear me, get a message to Leliana instead and know that I'm well and working on returning...

Comments

audio;; just to be a troll

[fantachetic]

[ The post to the network comes through as Dorian is sitting at the console trying to get used to the communications array. At first, it sounds like an average sort of calling that one might use to gather their bearings or get information as he had. The more he listens, the more personal it feels. Like he's intruding on a personal conversation. It's then that Dorian really decides to pay attention and watch. The elf--is he Dalish? There's still not a lot that he knows about the Dalish, save for what the Inquisitor has educated him on.

He vaguely recognizes the crystal in his hand. It's horribly sentimental to think that it will work wherever it is they happen to be.. He huffs a laugh at the thought of the mage who would do that to poor Cogsworth, the pleasant fellow he is- but he knows it's not quite that simple. The word 'Tevinter' makes him gawk. Who else in this place is from his homeland? But then he mentions Maevaris, the closest friend he has in Qarinus.. He hasn't been home in some time, though he had hopes.. ]

It might be a bit impossible to get a message to Lady Nightingale from the stars.

[samahl]

[Cyril jerks in surprise as if he thinks the crystal is somehow working, but then he realizes it's not glowing and the voice doesn't have that echo he's gotten used to listening to crystals the last few years.

His head turns towards the noise and he realizes it's coming from the network and that Dorian's words mean that he's here too.]

Dorian! You're here! [He sounds stunned and relieved all at the same time. He'll think about the implications of it later. He tucks the crystal away and focuses entirely on the network now.] How long have you been here?

Also, I'm pretty sure she goes by Divine Victoria now. [That last part he adds with a bit of a sly smile, covering up the instant emotional response he had had to hearing Dorian's voice behind a joke.]

[fantachetic]

A few weeks at most. They've been rather eventful.. [ Not exactly in the best of ways, but he'd been able to help, at least. Divine Justinia is still freshly-dead in the memories of the people, but the Chantry is still looking for a replacement. Leiliana would be a good Divine, albeit a terrifying one. The thought of it just-- ]

Maker, could you imagine? She would be a force to be reckoned with.

[samahl]

What do you mean you'd have to imagine it? [He asks, with a gentle but slightly confused chuckle.] Dorian, it's only been a handful of months since the Exalted Council. You saw her. Chanty robes, big hat, and all.

Are you feeling alright?

[fantachetic]

I can assure you with the utmost certainty that I've no idea what you're talking about.

[samahl]

[That makes him pause, but hey, that's not so unusual. They already know time magic is a thing.]

I see... Well, what is the last thing that you remember from home? To help me establish a timeline.

[fantachetic]

Adamant Fortress. Physically traversing the Fade, and a rather disappointing trip to Redcliffe. Not necessarily in chronological order, mind you. Simply the most recent events.

[ There's a long pause as he attempts to figure out how to approach the subject. Perhaps it's best if he simply plays along. A much simpler feat without being able to see his face. Not that he can't play the Game when the need arises. ]

[samahl]

I see... Those are all than two years ago for me.

Well, I suppose it's not the first time I've had to deal with differing timelines.

[fantachetic]

No, I suppose not. Though I don't believe the abuse of time magic is relevant to this particular situation. Merely bad timing.

[samahl]

Do you have any theories about how they managed to do all of this?

[fantachetic]

I'm so glad you asked, Inquisitor. [ Oh boy, here he goes. ] I've gathered a few theories since arriving. I believe that the reason it is so difficult to escape this place is due to the combination of the magical and technological. Most people here seem to have a good understanding of one, though not the other. It would make sense from a kidnapper's point of view to not give the whole picture, merely fragments of larger pieces.

I've gotten some perspective from others who have been here for quite some time, and it's all so fascinating.. There are some how have been here for years. Years! Now, what, you ask, could possibly do something like that? Snatch you from your home, plop you here, and no one is the wiser? That is where the combination of magic and technology go hand in hand. Use these contraptions as a conduit for time magic and boom! Alter reality as we speak!

Of course, I am merely speaking theoretically at this point.

[samahl]

[Honestly? Listening to Dorian talk is soothing, and Cyril, who is still on video, noticeably relaxes even as he is also clearly listening very carefully to the voice that is coming from the speaker.

He starts to say something and then pauses, thinks over his words carefully.]

I think that theory is likely the most sound - a combination of magic and technology - or even technology so advanced that it may as well be magic as it can do nearly the same thing.

I was going to compare what they're doing to the power of the orb and what it could actually do, but I realized that you didn't have all of the information behind what it is just yet or how the true person behind it planned to use it to bring down the Veil and instantly change our reality in a moment.

That's... going to take some explaining.

[fantachetic]

If there's anything we have here, Inquisitor, it is time abundant.

[ It sounds absurd, but day by day, the absurdities seem less so. Magic has a great deal to do with it, he believes. It always does.

Hopefully with less blood. ]

[samahl]

That conversation might be better for us both if it comes paired with wine.


When can I see you?

[fantachetic]

You should appear on one of the smaller ships within a few days. Then you will be free to roam about as you so love to do. When you do, I have been assigned to the Blue Fish.

[ Which sounds utterly ridiculous. ]

[samahl]

Ah, they assigned me a ship right away. I'm on the Wonderduck.

Should I take a trip to the Blue Fish then? I think I mostly understand how to get there without dying.

[Then, because complimenting Dorian is easy and strangely comforting, he adds] It would be good to see your handsome face again.

[fantachetic]

Then by all means. I don't know if there's wine on the ship, but there is a bar on one of the larger ones.

Please don't die, I'm certain I would notice. [ Oh, that compliment certainly gets a laugh out of him. ]

How could I deprive you of such a thing?

did you want to move to action here?

[samahl]

I was hoping you wouldn't, it would have made me rather depressed. Like thinking you'll have a sunny day and suddenly there's a storm.

I'll see you soon, then? We can choose to go to the bar once I have the sunshine that is your company.

[He'll disconnect shortly after that to find his way to The Blue Fish.]

action 5ever;;

[fantachetic]

Soon enough, Inquisitor.

[ As soon as the feed is disconnected, Dorian moves from the communication array and to the cargo bay so he can greet Cyril when he arrives. Mostly, he ends up pacing until the shuttle is there. When Cyril steps out, Dorian gives him one of his oh so charming smiles. ]

It's been positively ages.

[samahl]

[Cyril feels relieved once he sees Dorian. It's reassuring to see that he hadn't imagined the voice.] Far too long away from your lovely voice.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian wishes he felt the same familiarity seeing Cyril in person, but he chalks it up to differing timelines. ]

I shall endeavor not to make you wait so long in the future.

[samahl]

Mm. Sometimes the anticipation makes the reward that much sweeter.

Though, as much as I like standing around and complimenting you, we should probably find a place to talk. I'll catch you up on what has happened since last you remember.

[fantachetic]

Shall we move to my quarters, or is a stiff drink required for this occasion?

[samahl]

[He considers this for a moment before answering.] I think I want privacy more than alcohol.

[fantachetic]

Conveniently, that is not far away. [ He motions for Cyril to follow as he meanders through the hall to the wing of the ship all the rooms are located. His own has his name on the outside, and he swings open the door for his guest. ]

You'll have to forgive its bare bones. I've yet to find a decorator.

[ It's a rather spacious room with a double bed, mattress surprisingly not stuffed with straw, a small desk with an uncomfortable looking chair, a closet, and a nightstand. His cloak hangs in the closet, but it's about the only defining feature to mark who it belongs to. ]