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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...

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[Lumière will offer up a little wave, hi there. ]

A whole castle full of people. But here? There is just me and Cogsworth. You have met him already, no?

I met him when I arrived on the Wonderduck. [He was the captain after all.]

I am Cyril Lavellan. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Really? He must be taking his duties very seriously if he is meeting people.

[Good for you, Cogsworth, make some new friends. He flashes about a charming a smile as he can, giving a little bow. ]

Enchantée, I'm Lumière. Are you settling in? I know it is a...difficult time to arrive in.

I have a lot of questions, but it seemed a bad time to ask them. Otherwise, I believe I am.

Well, I have been here for a few months now. I will happily answer any questions you have, you may have more luck with me than out illustrious captain. For a timepiece, he has very little of it.

I suppose to start: I'm to understand that none at home will know I'm gone, nor will I remember being here if I return?

That is my understanding of it, qui. I was here alone for a few months before Cogsworth arrived. He did not notice my absence at all, and our memories of what we last experienced back home are the same thing. Time is tricky here.

Apparently not. I have not returned home to know for myself, but this is what I am told.

Hm. [He lets that sink into his skull for a moment, trying to make sense of it and failing to do so completely. But hey - strange time magic isn't so unusual to him. He can accept and move on.]

Something terrible happened recently, didn't it? I don't have all of the details, but everyone seems to be... rather upset. [This question is said rather gently, as he doesn't want to seem like he's making light of anything traumatic.]

[Best way to handle it, really. Lumière's been breezing on by with all of this for months- it's fiiiine. His smile fades a little.]

Ah, yes. A planet was recently destroyed. We managed to get a lot of the population out- but not everyone. We lost some of our own, too. So the Fleet, she is not her best, currently.

Ah... [He says with the tone of someone who doesn't really understand what a 'planet' is just yet. He can understand, though, that so much loss is devastating.]

I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?

The people who lost their homes are still on the space station we brought them to. I am sure they would appreciate people offering them condolences, or help in settling in their new, hopefully temporary, home.

[It's ok bro, he gets it. ]

I can aid wherever I am needed.

Parfait! [He smiles happily. This is what is needed. The big hero stuff has been done, but the important part is making these people feel happy. Giving them HOPE again. He's glad to have someone who can help him with this. ] I can take you to meet them, if you like. I am sure they will be glad for another pair of listening ears.

Well, I happen to have those. Two rather big ones. If you want to leave now, we can?

[He offers Lumiere a small smile, showing he means the ear comment as a joke but is serious about going. He stands to get ready, including dealing with the fact that he needed to reattach his prosthetic to leave.]

Your accent sounds Orlesian, are you from Orlais or some other place that happens to sound similar?

We can! I'll show you the way to the shuttles. If you do not wish to drive them, they do have an autopilot.

[Helpful, or he'd get nowhere. He shakes his head, chuckling fondly. ]

Non, but you are not the first person to make that comparission. You are from Thedas, too? I knew someone from there, that is where she placed my accent.

[Ahhh, Isabela. He misses her. She was fun. ]

But I am French, as in from France. It is a country on planet Earth.

[Cyril has to take a moment to strap in the fake arm properly, so he tries out the sound of the words 'Earth' and 'France' as he does.]

Earth and France... Interesting.

Is there a country on Earth which might share my accent?

[ooc; Which is here if you needed a refresher!]

[He takes a moment to consider this, the candle that serves as his head canted. ]

Hmmm, England perhaps? I would say that is the closest.

[ooc: You are the best <3 ]

England...

Interesting. Most Dalish sound like... [He switches to something that's sorta close to an Irish accent.] This. Generally they talk a lot about the Creators and ask shems why they're in our lands.

[He switches back to his normal voice.] Does that sound familiar at all?

Oh, that is an Irish accent. Nearby to England- but a different place.

[Kind of. There's a lot of scrapping over it, but all of his information is ten years out of date,
so there's little point in sharing it.]

Is that where you are from? Dalish? Your...people?

[Cyril finishes up getting ready to leave but doesn't seem to mind lingering for a moment to explain.]

It's... the type of elf I am. We're physically the same as other elves, but culturally different. You can usually tell an adult Dalish off by their vallaslin, their blood writing. This. [He gestures to the markings around his eyes and forehead.]

Ah, your tattoos, I see. Very decorative.

[Not much of a THING in the nobles he usually deals with. He'll hop over to the shuttle, pausing outside, because...well, doors are tricky when you don't have hands.]

I would be very interested in learning about your people, when you have more time.

We'll have a lot of time to talk as we'll be living in a small space together, won't we?

I'm afraid you shouldn't expect too much, though, even. I've never been the best at being Dalish.

[Lumière flashes him a charming smile. ]

Oui, we'll have plenty of time to get to know one another~

[Don't mind him, he honestly struggles to turn the flirting off. ]

Then I will learn about your people from a very unique standpoint.

[Cyril is not one to deny flirting. Even from a lamp, apparently.H He returns the smile.]

I will look forward to it. I'm sure you have a rather unique perspective of your land too.

[He does love it when people aren't put off by the candelabra thing. ]

It is an interesting one. My job back home was to charm and delight the nobles who visited my Master's castle. It gives you quite the unique perspective of the world.