Cyril Lavellan (
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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...
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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Well, that could just be your considerable natural talent shining through.
Though, I admit the lingering sensation in my arm hasn't gone away either, but I'm not sure how much the Anchor's magic would be affected by such things.
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[ Dorian hums, his gaze lingering on the prosthetic arm. ] Then I do wonder if it's the Fade. Especially if you're still able to feel the Anchor's pull.
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And I'll say, it's not a pull so much anymore.
It's more an ache now. A reminder that the magic touched me and hasn't left entirely.
[A reminder that it will kill him, eventually.]
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I wonder what that means, you being here. Will it continue its course, or is it frozen in time much as we are?
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And I suppose we'll find out, shall we? The augment might be able slow things.
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If I'd had the knowledge we'd be stuck somewhere else entirely, I would have had the foresight to brush up on my healing spells. [ It could possibly at least ebb the pain. ]
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You have time now? I wonder if they have someone to teach healing spells.
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[ Listen, he doesn't have a lot of friends, and seeing one in pain is really difficult. ]
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We are heroes, though. That says something.
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[Then, after a moment,] I also sometimes have to ask awkward questions. Are you ready for one now?
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You aren't my Dorian, are you? Don't worry, I am enjoying myself around you just as much as I always have, but if you don't know me, I'd like to know.
[There's not really anything about Dorian's actions that make him feel like the mage is keeping him at an arm's length, but the way everyone else from Thedas as spoken they made it seem as if it was very rare for two people to be from the same versions of it.]
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No, I'm not. The fact that you are a Dalish Inquisitor is about all the common ground we have.
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Can you tell me about them?
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