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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

[samahl]

It is... [But he says it as if it is no big deal, Dorian shouldn't worry about it.] I'm handling it.

And I suppose we'll find out, shall we? The augment might be able slow things.

[fantachetic]

[ He's going to worry because you've made him invested in this, you monster!! Dorian frowns, thoroughly unconvinced. ]

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. ]

[samahl]

[Despite how little he likes having people fuss over him, the idea that Dorian would want to heal him is still touching.]

You have time now? I wonder if they have someone to teach healing spells.

[fantachetic]

I can take the time to learn on my own if the literature is accessible.

[ Listen, he doesn't have a lot of friends, and seeing one in pain is really difficult. ]

[samahl]

Books then. I wish I had access to my resources to track down some good ones.

[fantachetic]

As do I, my dear Inquisitor. There are a number of books that I'm certain I will be missing.

[samahl]

I wonder what they have as literature up here.

[fantachetic]

Apparently the selection leaves much to be desired. However, there are others who have started a small collection. I've met a young woman who will be lending hers out to me. I imagine it won't take much time at all.

[samahl]

You'd think they'd have more time to write something good. Maybe they spend all their free time kidnapping innocent mages and elves.

[fantachetic]

Well, I don't know that we could be considered innocent by any means.. Perhaps 'virtuous' to some degree..

[samahl]

[He laughs softly at that.] That's a good point. I haven't been innocent since I was a boy.

We are heroes, though. That says something.

[fantachetic]

I suppose you're right on that matter.

[samahl]

I can be very so often.

[Then, after a moment,] I also sometimes have to ask awkward questions. Are you ready for one now?

[fantachetic]

Oh, you have to? [ That is absolutely an amused tone. ] I'll bite, what is your question?

[samahl]

You... [He hesitates, because he isn't sure how to word this, or how it will feel to get the answer.]

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.]

[fantachetic]

[ Ah, there's the question..It was obviously going to come to light eventually. Not that he was trying to fill some sort of void for Cyril, but it hadn't been so important at the beginning of their conversation. ]

No, I'm not. The fact that you are a Dalish Inquisitor is about all the common ground we have.

[samahl]

[He was prepared for that answer so none of the disappointment he felt shined through his eyes. Instead, he seemed interested.]

Can you tell me about them?

[fantachetic]

What would you like to know?

[samahl]

Anything. Everything.

What's their name? How does they look? Do you get along with them?

[fantachetic]

His name is Luthien of clan Lavellan. He's a mage. Let's see.. He's about as tall as you are, hair about to the waist and I would say a grey in color. He's ah.. got quite a lot of freckles. [ He most certainly hasn't been watching or anything. ] The Inquisitor is.. he's certainly not what I expected, but he is a good man. Merciful, even perhaps when he shouldn't be. I cannot fathom his capacity to care. He helps everyone he can, even if they'd rather spurn the help of an elf.

[samahl]

[There is a lot there that Cyril can relate to, but he doesn't comment on that. They're talking about Luthien, not him.]

He sounds beautiful.

[fantachetic]

I don't know if I've met a more genuine person before. It's... rather disarming. It must be tiresome being so honest all the time.

[samahl]

I can't imagine. [This is getting too sincere for him, so he adds a light joke]

I suppose it would be tasteless for me to make a 'disarming' joke, wouldn't it?

[fantachetic]

What is one tasteless joke between peers every now and then?

[samahl]

[He chuckles softly at that.] Hmm. I'll keep that in mind the next time I think of one, I'm afraid the moment has passed for arm related humor.

[Then, after a moment,] Thank you, by the way. For trying to help me feel welcome even though I'm a stranger to you.