second spell ☠ video & action

[fantachetic]

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.

Comments

[fantachetic]

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

[samahl]

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.]

[fantachetic]

[ 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.

[samahl]

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.

[fantachetic]

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

[samahl]

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.

[fantachetic]

You're all still tasked with the same task, something that wasn't so much given to you as it was thrust into your arms.

[samahl]

Quite literally, in a manner of speaking. [He closes his real hand over his cybernetic arm.]

We did all right though, didn't we?

[fantachetic]

I believe so, yes. Though it's still something that remains to be seen on my end. I've little faith that Corypheus will prevail.

[samahl]

One day, I'd really like to meet your Lavellan.

[fantachetic]

I believe the two of you would get along frighteningly well.

[samahl]

[He smirks at the idea.] Oh, I bet. And I can just imagine all of the things I'd be happy to do to him.

[fantachetic]

Maker, that wasn't a suggestion.

[samahl]

Most things aren't, and yet my mind tends to go there anyway.

[fantachetic]

So I should know by now. My mistake.

[samahl]

You do also tend to have that effect on me.

[fantachetic]

I have that effect on most everyone.

[samahl]

I wouldn't even dream of arguing against that. Too much proof it's accurate.

[fantachetic]

You look like you could use a refresher. [ He nods to Cyril's drink. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril chuckles.] It's true that I nearly always do.

So... shall we talk about what happened or would you prefer a distraction and I'll tell you about my friend?

[He honestly could do either. If talking about it will help Dorian, then he is here to be his friend. If a distraction is better, he will offer what he can.]

[fantachetic]

I would prefer to hear about this friend of yours. [ There's little to discuss, really. Leilani is gone and he lost his best friend in the process. There isn't a proper emotion he can express in the moment, and pushing past it will hopefully help. He's been rather neglectful of his friends recently, so maybe he can start to make up for it. ]

[samahl]

[One distraction coming up then!]

His name is Kolivan. He's a Galra. Have you met any of the Galra here yet?

[fantachetic]

I'm not familiar with any of them, no.

[samahl]

They remind me a bit of the qunari in the sense that they are giant and muscular. They're purple rather than grey, though.

Kolivan is so very tall and muscular. The moment I saw him I knew I was hooked, but then he turned out to be so stoic and strong. Like an immovable force that will stand against the tide.

He leads a spy network against a massive empire that works to enslave all of the planets in his galaxy.

[He chuckles gently.] And those are words I would have thought were mad just a year ago.