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Who: Dorian Pavus & You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Malum
When: post-shuffle

[ It's been quite a while since Dorian made a public broadcast, but all things considered, someone should do it, and why not him? He's nice to look at, has a way with words, and in a thoroughly bad mood. Still, no one would be able to tell with that public mask he has.

The feed opens up on a booth at Malum, A close-up of Dorian and his glass of wine. ]

For those of you who have somehow not noticed, a great number of our own have left this cold, dismal place that has yet to reward us for their invasive and cruel treatment of us. [ An elegant eyebrow raises and his mouth draws into a line. ]

The most appalling is their lack of proper spirits, however, this will have to do. The very least we deserve is a decent meal and a proper, stiff drink- perhaps twenty. It is an insignificantly small mercy that the ones who are no longer with us don't have to suffer the Atroma and their churlish silent treatment.

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I'm not sure there's such a thing as being too good to you, Dorian. I will meet you there?

[ Dorian laughs, light and airy. ]

Of course there isn't, there's no limit to what I deserve.

That I can agree with.

Shall I order something for you since you're on your way?

Yes. Please do. Surprise me. And I'll be there soon.

[He disconnects for now so that he can make it to the bar.

Once he's there, he walks up to Dorian's side.]

You know I am always filled with surprises, my dear Inquisitor.

[ Whoop, there's that sultry, flirtatious cadence of his.

Once Cyril has arrived, Dorian makes a motion for him to sit down. There's a pint of horrid beer sitting across from him for the elf. ]

My, what a sight for sore eyes.

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[Cyril takes the beer and smiles at Dorian.]

Oh, I know. I've no idea how I handled being without your glorious presence.

And yet somehow you've prospered. Tell me, Cyril, how have things been treating you?

Well enough, I think.

Though, this new batch of disappearances.... [He isn't going to be the first to bring her up, but it leaves the door open for them to talk about her if Dorian needs.]

[ Dorian makes a noise in the back of his throat in acknowledgement, taking a generous drink of his wine until it's gone. ]

Everything tends to be better when we're not crammed on a ship all together and forced to share our darkest secrets.

[Cyril hums, though it's not clear what he's thinking.]

Did they expose any of your secrets this time around?

Not that I'm aware of, thank the Maker.

Nor mine. Thankfully.

They did force me to see the tormented memories of a good friend.

These Atroma truly are wretched blighters.. I am sorry you had to do that, my friend.

I was far more worried about him. If I were to know those things about him, I'd much rather that knowledge come with his consent. [He takes a drink and then focuses on the bottle.]

He's... um.... He's becoming rather important to me.

[Wow that was difficult to say. Even more so because he's saying it to Dorian. But he promised himself that he would try to be better for Kolivan.]

[ Dorian looks at Cyril in surprise, brows raising. This is the first he's heard about anyone else in Cyril's life, and as his friend, he can't help but be happy for him. ]

You have a tendency to land in positions wherein you learn horrible things about our pasts.

It's a gift I do not take lightly. [He offers Dorian a small smile, showing he means the word 'gift' facetiously.]

I'll protect you both.

Because you're a horribly good person that the Inquisition doesn't deserve.

If it didn't, that would be on me. I was the one guiding it. [He seems to find that a bit amusing.] Though, I suppose in other realities it's other people who face that burden.