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[samahl]

Who: Cyril and OPEN
Broadcast: Networkwide - Video
Action: Wonderduck
When: Afternoon


One of the strange things about being in a new reality, I've come to realize, comes down to grasping social norms. They aren't the exact same here as they were on Thedas, and each one of us brings our own world with us when we interact with one another. My 'I think you're gorgeous and funny and would love to get you know better' might be read as your 'I'm only thinking about your body.'

It's hard enough navigating the subtlety there without adding to the mix different a world's views on sex and relationships.

That means research and asking questions. Or at least it does if you're me, I suppose.

I explain all of that simply so you understand how it is that recently I discovered a concept called 'pick up lines.' From what I've learned, they are terrible and awkward. Of course this means that I adore them.

Hit me with your best shot, friends. Give me your favorite pick up lines. I need to hear them all.

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[samahl]

I wouldn't dream of it.

When I flirt with you, I'l prefer it be completely enjoyable.

[fantachetic]

So far, you've yet to disappoint, Inquisitor.

[samahl]

One does what one can.

[fantachetic]

You do marvelously, as ever.

[samahl]

It warms my heart to hear you say so.

And I want you to know the refrain I showed by saying 'heart' there.

[fantachetic]

As opposed to the many other places I warm with my presence?

[samahl]

I could get descriptive but there may be children on the network.

[fantachetic]

Maker, think of the children and the delicate sensibilities.

[samahl]

Well, at least of the children.

[fantachetic]

However few there are here.

[samahl]

Perhaps I'll save the more explicit talk for when we are alone.

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[fantachetic]

[ The video feed gives out fr just a moment, and the audio crackles as the communicator is moved around before Dorian's face comes back into view. ]

I believe that did the trick. Now there should no longer be prying eyes or ears.

[ Are you impressed, Cyril? ]

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[samahl]

That eager for me to describe the ways your presence warms my body, Dorian?

[He manages to say with amusement in his voice rather than the weird fear that's gripped at his stomach.]

[fantachetic]

You know I never grow tired of hearing people wax poetic about me. I am rather stunning, after all.

[samahl]

We both lucked out there. Imagine how beautiful we would be together.

[He's going to pretend that his heart isn't hammering his head right now. Instead, he still manages to sound rather relaxed and amused.]

It would be almost too much for the world to handle.

[fantachetic]

I'm not entirely certain they could. The radiant Inquisitor and the equally handsome Altus. Think of the rumors that would spread.

[samahl]

I've never troubled myself about rumors, my friend.

They spread back home as well, and I cared very little about them then. They're utterly meaningless here.

[fantachetic]

Oh, I'm entirely too certain of the rumor mill in Thedas. I'm no stranger to it, and you yourself have a fair share of absurdities spread about you. Of course there's no stock in it.

[samahl]

Of course. I'm Dalish, prefer men, and others have claimed me to the be the Herald of Andraste.

And you, my friend, are better than all of those who spread the rumors combined.

[fantachetic]

The one I found particularly enthralling and equally moronic was the notion that Dalish elves turn into dragons and snatch children.

I like to believe I have a better understanding of reality than those simpletons.

[samahl]

[Things are moving away from the two of them being naked together, so the tension in Cyril's stomach is slowly releasing.]

To be fair, who doesn't secretly wish they could turn into a dragon?

[fantachetic]

I, for one, would rather not be hunted if it's all the same to you. I've seen what we do to dragons.

[ He's quiet for a moment and cants his head to one side. ]

For all the rumor, I still know very little of you as a person.

[samahl]

What would you like to know? Ask anything, and I'll answer truthfully.

[fantachetic]

I know of some of the choices you've made, but not anything from before the Inquisition. Ah.. Where are you from? And what of your clan?

[samahl]

I am from Clan Lavellan, but after discussing that with Leilani I realize it doesn't mean it's the same Clan your Inquisitor was from.

Let's see... The Keeper is named Deshanna Istimaethoriel. That is the same for Leilani, so it may the same for your Inquisitor Lavellan.

The First is my blood cousin, Pel. She's the reason I am with that Clan, actually. She was gifted to them shortly after her magic manifested when she was very young, and when my mother died of an illness that destroyed much of our original Clan, Lavellan took me in.

I was a situated to become apprentice to the Crafter, but I chose instead to be a Hunter.

I, uh, I wanted to be a Hunter because of a boy. [He admits, some embarrassment in his tone. He isn't sure how much he can talk about Merrick here, but he had promised to be truthful.] To be closer with him. It's all rather... much looking back at it.