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driftfleet2015-04-15 05:04 pm
ex_frolics736) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-15 05:04 pm
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Who: Merrill.
Broadcast: Fleet-wide.
Action: SS First Breath, whenever.
When: APR 12 - 18.
Oh. Oh dear.
[ Is it a Welsh pixie? It certainly sounds like one. Pointed ears, short black hair, intricate tattoos across the angular plains of her face. But no, despite the accent, Merrill is neither Welsh, nor pixie.
Currently she's balancing on one bare foot, trying to shake something brown and sloppy off the other. It would be easy to jump to the wrong conclusion at first, but everyone gets a dessert when they arrive, so closer examination will make it clear that she's only stepped in chocolate cream.
Though really, how she's managed that is anyone's guess. ]
I am... so sorry. It wasn't something important, was it? Eugh, it's all slimy.
[ Given she took a while to get used to Kirkwall, a couple of days prowling about the Marsiva and her brand new augment really aren't adequate preparation for the sleek metal and digital displays of a spaceship.
Though later, she might be found in Engineering, trying to work out how she knows anything at all about this strange contraption, but also delighting in the fact that she has all this new knowledge, and more right there to learn about. Merrill isn't very good with people, but she loves magic, and to her view all of this technology isn't too different.
Or you can always call her once she's washed off her feet. ]
Broadcast: Fleet-wide.
Action: SS First Breath, whenever.
When: APR 12 - 18.
Oh. Oh dear.
[ Is it a Welsh pixie? It certainly sounds like one. Pointed ears, short black hair, intricate tattoos across the angular plains of her face. But no, despite the accent, Merrill is neither Welsh, nor pixie.
Currently she's balancing on one bare foot, trying to shake something brown and sloppy off the other. It would be easy to jump to the wrong conclusion at first, but everyone gets a dessert when they arrive, so closer examination will make it clear that she's only stepped in chocolate cream.
Though really, how she's managed that is anyone's guess. ]
I am... so sorry. It wasn't something important, was it? Eugh, it's all slimy.
[ Given she took a while to get used to Kirkwall, a couple of days prowling about the Marsiva and her brand new augment really aren't adequate preparation for the sleek metal and digital displays of a spaceship.
Though later, she might be found in Engineering, trying to work out how she knows anything at all about this strange contraption, but also delighting in the fact that she has all this new knowledge, and more right there to learn about. Merrill isn't very good with people, but she loves magic, and to her view all of this technology isn't too different.
Or you can always call her once she's washed off her feet. ]
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[Dorian Disapproves.]
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[A sore spot.]
Many things need to change before Tevinter is a safe place for anyone.
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[ Well this is a long way from being flirted at, though she's equally flustered. ]
I don't agree with slavery. Especially not when those slaves tend to be elvhen. But no place is all evil, either! Do you really hate your homelands that much?
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[The great contradiction of Dorian Pavus, the Pariah. He loved Tevinter so much that he nearly hated it.
The deep flaws in his country, the sins that had not been changed and turned into common practice, into law, each of them hurt him, and hurt him deeply.
Because, in his soul, Dorian, the boy who had been bounced from Circle to Circle, locked in solitary confinement, suffered under a legacy that he could not escape, grew up broken by the wheel of Tevinter that shaped all in turn, in his soul, Dorian loved Tevinter.
It was home.
Dorian was a starry-eyed ideallist. He looked at a corrupt country, one rife with tyranny and slavery, that broke men in an effort to make them conform, a country where murder was as common at a party as dessert, Dorian looked at this country...
...and he saw something worth saving.
Even Fenris thought he was a fool for it- the elf would just as soon see the country razed off the map. But even he had begrudgingly admitted that, if anyone was going to redeem Tevinter, it would be Dorian.
And he would.]
I am simply not blind to the flaws of my homeland. Tevinter is an unkind place.
[He could still remember being but a boy, locked in solitary confinement for fighting with the other boys. Dorian, the pariah since he could put his words behind his fists, had known its cruelty well.
And even he had learned that what he had suffered had only been a fraction compared to some.]
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[He raises his brows and shrugs softly, looking away.]
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You'll have to forgive me, I'm used to 'passion' directed at Merrill ending in Isabela pinning Fenris to one end of the continent and Anders to the other. In other words: never very well for anyone.
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[ Subtext: And can we make sure he never sees this conversation? ]
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[ Blah blah fiddle fiddle LOOK it's encrypted now. ]
The short answer is yes. The longer version is ...longer.
[ Spoiler: Hawke would really like it if a single Thedosian other than him did not react to Anders with spinny blades, so he's sort of invested in this. ]
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super encrypty times!
[ Never minding the awfulness of that joke, moving on! ]
He's much before either of us can remember him, is what makes things complicated. Before Kirkwall, or even Justice.
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Ooh. I always sort of think of Anders before Justice as just surrounded by darkspawn. And cats.
[ And maybe other things Isabela told her that she's not repeating. ]
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Tragic shortage of darkspawn in space. Though he does often seem to have a kitten under the collar. [ Like, literally. There is a kitten inside the collar of his jacket thing. ]
I just thought to myself, hm, what if Merrill might like a relationship with Anders not primarily centered around all the accusations and the yelling and the torches and the pitchforks and everything.
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Well, it sounded nice in stories. Book stories, obviously, not... Fenris' stories.
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[Said with more than a touch of fondness in his voice.]
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[Dorian, no.]
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[As if it should be self-explanatory.]
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[ Though a part of her is like, yes, well done previous me, laying good groundwork. ]
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