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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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You may be a stranger to me, but less so the other way around. You know me-- quite well, given your first message. I would.. like to get to know you, as well. If you won't be sorely disappointed that I am a stand-in.

Dorian....

You're you. You'll never be a stand in.

That much is true. However, I'm sure you're comfortable with the me you already know.

[ Sending crystal buddies and all that. ]

This must be rather odd, given the circumstances. ..A lot of this is odd.

Odd for us both, that's true, but I believe we'll make it out.

[Then, after a moment] You are right, though. I do know you, very well. Including a lot of very private details.

I... I only mention it because I know if a stranger knew those sorts of details about me, I'd want to know.

Would those happen to be naughty details?

[ He arches an eyebrow and smirks. Something like that is far preferable to his own demons. ]

Yes, and thank you.

[Cyril chuckles softly.] Not yet, sadly. I suppose we both could use friendship more.

[Though there are times where he regrets that, he has to admit he's grateful for it now. It would be even more awkward to see a man he thought of as a lover who didn't know him.]

I feel like I should tell you something embarrassing so that we're more even.

[He doesn't want to imply that knowing that Dorian's father had planned to use blood magic was 'embarrassing' so much as 'horrifying' but touching on that directly brings up even more awkwardness.]

I'd like to think our rapport isn't built upon secrets over one another.

[ Unless Cyril enjoys a little blackmail, but Dorian doesn't believe he's the type. ]

No, but it could be built on me making a fool of myself and you making me feel better about it by saying something charming and witty.

That is, most fortunately, how a great deal of relationships happen to be forged. It's good to know that you recognize that, Inquisitor.

It isn't difficult to realize that you're charming, Dorian.

If only more people would realize it sooner. Or perhaps they do and resent my level of charm. [ Sigh, such is the life of the naturally charming. ]

I'm not sure those people are worth your time, honestly.

They're not, it's the truth.

[Cyril gives him a pleased little smile that hints that he agrees, then after a moment of comfortable silence.]

So, I asked you about your Inquisitor. You're free to ask me anything you want to know about me, or anything else to do with my Thedas.

[ Confronted with the option to ask his own questions, he's not entirely sure where to start. He could request Cyril start from the beginning, but that may be asking too much. ]

How did we first meet?

[A warm smile crosses Cyril's face.]

In Redcliffe's Chantry. Felix passed me a note to meet there, and when I arrived you were bashing a demon's face in with your staff.

It was a rather good introduction, all things considered.

[ So, their meeting is the same as his and Leilani's. ] So we stopped Alexius together and crippled Corypheus' movement for the time being.

[ Good. That's..really good. However, there's one thing he does need to know that goes hand-in-hand with that. ]

What of Alexius? [ His former mentor may have gone a bit mad, but even with their falling out, but deep down, he's not a dangerous man. Just one that cares deeply for his son. ]

He works for the Inquisition.

[A pause, and he takes on a more somber tone. He mirrors a line of thinking similar to Dorian's without knowing it.] I think that's what Felix would have wanted for him, don't you? He was only doing what he could to save his son.

I'll probably never know what it's like to love someone that much, but I couldn't needlessly punish a man for that.

[ Honestly, it's a relief, and his shoulders sag when he hears it. It's certainly a more generous sentence than anyone else may have given a Tevinter Magister. ]

That's precisely what he would have wanted, yes. You have my gratitude, not letting Alexius's mind go to waste. There is much he can do for the Inquisition.

I think so too, and not just the Inquisition but the world. He's extremely intelligent and his theories could revolutionize at least two or three schools of magic.

I honestly cannot imagine what it was like when his wife was alive, if what I've heard of her is correct. The two of them together must have been extremely formidable.