my main goal is to blow up

[invigorates]

Who: Lioriley && You!!! Wow!!!
Broadcast: Nay
Action: Blameless && The Iskaulit
When: Upon her arrival (1/26/18) and anytime thereafter.



I AM BLAMELESS (arrival)

[ Startled is a good word to describe the look on her face upon suddenly being ported onto the bridge of the Blameless. It takes her a solid ten seconds to fully register what's happening, and that standing there staring like a confused idiot probably isn't going to answer any questions she has.

And she has a lot of questions.

The first and foremost being where is she? Last she knew she was on the Marsiva, trying to go through all the knowledge that had suddenly been thrust upon her when she arrived. Now she was here, uncertain but slightly intrigued by the change in scenery. Eventually, she wills her legs to move forward and start down the hall, peeking into any doors that might be open and calling out. ]

Hello? [ Surely there must be someone here. Curiosity has her still walking aimlessly though, sometimes pressing buttons on doors just to see what they might do (they open the doors. amazing) because this is completely alien to her and it's incredible. ]


Iskaulit (various)

[ YEAH SO. Lioriley is a huge nerd. Huge nerds love books so as soon as she finds out there's a library you can bet that's where she's headed. Chances are high you will find her with a stack of books beside her, around her, or even on top of her because she has no self-control when it comes to devouring any and all knowledge she can get her hands on.

Alternatively, she might be at the Space Bar attempting to (politely) interrogate anyone willing to talk to her. Approaching with a smile and a light in her eyes that should not belong to anyone so unwillingly thrust into a new and odd situation so out of their element. ]

Good evening! [ She thinks it's evening? Uhh. How space work? ] You are a part of the Fleet, yes? Would you be so kind as to indulge me? I have only just arrived and I have — oh, far too many questions to ask at once, but if a few could be answered...

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[invigorates]

I will admit, my curiosity may have me venturing to any ships I am allowed to board.

[ She reaches out, a hand resting over one of his briefly. ] Thank you for your willingness to assist me, Dorian. I do have another question for you, though.

[fantachetic]

[ Of course he reaches out and offers her a pat on the top of her hand with his free one, giving her a smile. ]

Certainly.

[invigorates]

[ Hurray people that aren't weird about touching. ]

House Pavus. Is that a noble house from your world, by chance? Forgive me if that is too personal a question, but you do have a very — regal air about you.

[fantachetic]

It is similar to one, yes. In Tevinter, the country I am from, magic rules. The ones who are highest in power are Magisters, who are high council members of the senate. Below that, you have the Altus class- which is what I am considered.

[ He waves a hand in dismissal. He's trying to keep from rambling too much. This is all probably just splitting hairs for anyone who isn't familiar. ]

My father is a Magister, as was his father before him.

[invigorates]

[ The words magic rules seem to catch her attention easily. She ends up with her elbows on the table, chin in her palms as she listens to him speak of his homeland. Don't dismiss this! Rant, Dorian! It sounds fascinating. ]

So you are a skilled mage, then! Do you specialize in any particular type of magic?

[fantachetic]

As a matter of fact, I do. I studied thaumaturgy, and I am one of few Necromancers. A pity, really- it's quite beautiful magic.

[ Terrifying. Also terrifying for the people he's using it on. ]

[invigorates]

Raising the dead? [ She's only heard stories of necromancers — people to be feared in her world, no doubt, for the magic was powerful and all consuming; dangerous to learn and even more dangerous to practice. This man, Dorian, does not seem to fit the image she has of Necromancers. ]

Quite the opposite of myself, it seems. I have honed my skills in Mending, mostly, as well as Alchemy — healing and water, as it were.

[fantachetic]

Less raising the dead and more 'binding the spirits that are attracted to death'. A common mistake.

Ah- I am unfortunately quite rubbish at healing spells. As much as it pains me to say that I am bad at anything.

[ He can throw up a decent barrier, sure. Actually healing someone? Nah. His attentions had gone elsewhere and he never actually bothered to learn it. ]

[invigorates]

My mistake. I must admit my knowledge of Necromancy is rather lacking — 'tis not a common practice in my world, nor amongst my people. I am sure it is very interesting, though.

[ read as: please tell her more. ]

We cannot all be masters of everything. Should you ever feel inclined to try and learn, I am sure I could give you pointers.

[fantachetic]

[ His eyebrows raise, a smile lighting his face. Of course he is happy to share. ]

It's not common in my world, either. Most people look down on it for its taboo nature, but I've always been quite the pariah! There is more to it than commanding the dead. I can also use my abilities to strike fear into the filth that oppose us. Necrotic magic is also compatible with fire magic and the two work quite well together in some aspects.

[ Dorian waves a hand dismissively. ] It is appreciated, my lady, however my skills are best left to other areas for the time being.

[invigorates]

Fair enough.

[ The offers on the table, either way. She props her elbows on the literal table now though, chin in her palms as she listens to him explain his craft. Fascinating, truly, and it shows in the way her eyes alight and the leylines on her skin glow a little brighter. ]

Was it the taboo nature of Necromancy that caught your eye, or something else? A natural affinity for it?

[fantachetic]

There are not many Necromancers in Tevinter, and those that are do so forgettably. I cannot remember the exact moment that I decided that would be my specialization, but I recall spending hours in my father's study when I was a boy, reading books about the delicate nature of it, as well as the control it takes.

I remember visiting Nevarra whilst on holiday and begging my parents to visit a Necropolis. My boyhood fantasies were squashed, however.

[invigorates]

[ She cants her head to the side slightly. ]

They were not inclined to indulge your passion? Tsk. [ She clicks her tongue like a disapproving mother, unable to stop herself in time. Whoops. ] Have you had the chance to visit one in your adult years?

[fantachetic]

Not precisely. They'd no interest in visiting the undead. I suppose I can't blame them horribly. [ As much as he'd thrown a fit when he was a boy. ]

I haven't, but the desire is no longer there. I've been given a verbal experience and it was not quite what I had imagined.