three twins mingle

[ino]

Who: Three Twins & visitors
Broadcast: Probably not?
Action: Three Twins!
When: Late April - Early May?

[ Hello and welcome to the nudist ship. If you're lucky, somebody might be decent when you come by. :) ]

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[dragonflight]

[Ugh. The thought of having to look at half-naked humans--and of himself, even considering to walk among them in a similar state--disgusts Wrathion. None of that makes it to his expression; to Dorian, he's as politely pleasant and bemused as before.]

I see!

[WITH A SMILING TONE OF OTHERWISE COMPLETE NEUTRALITY.]

I'll keep that in mind. The underwear and the elf.

[serpentis]

[Dorian looks him over for a moment, and smiles pleasantly.]

I can work rudimentary ice magic. If need be, I could always make it inhospitable to be wandering about like that.

[Much as he was a playful flirt, he knew that some people had boundaries, and he would never cross them.

And he shrugs.]

The Three Twins is a bit...hmm. How ought I to put this gently? Without Ino's flowers, it's terribly, dreadfully boring. Perhaps I ought to decorate a bit.

[He brings a hand to his chin, smiling to himself.]

Ah, and I also operate a salon, so you might see more than a few visitors. And I teach reading and writing...though I generally travel for those lessons. But if you ever need your hair clipped or a proper shave, do let me know. Not to say anything impolite at all, no, I just wanted to offer even though you look like you have the situation well in-hand.

[dragonflight]

[He touches his AWESOME and TOTALLY ADULT goatee, all while running through the list of things Dorian's just said. Magic, teaching ... cosmetology ... well, a war takes all kinds.]

Are you a mage, then?

[serpentis]

You catch on quickly! I think we'll get along just fine.

[If there was a verbal tone equivalent of the word "preening", Dorian is doing it.]

I am, bred not only for my handsome and debonair looks, but also for magical ability. I'm a necromancer, though I do take a liking to fire magic, as well. I can puzzle out nearly anything that I come across, given enough time. And sometimes, not even given that.

[Mages in Thedas were supposed to be humbled and oppressed, but Dorian is from Opposite Land and never quite got the memo.]

[dragonflight]

[Wrathion observes all this posturing with amusement. Fire and shadow--a warlock, maybe, though they're not typically necromancers.]

Anything? My, that's quite a gift.

[His voice remains cheerful as he continues, but there's a subtext to it, as well, a subtle sneer.]

I, too, come from carefully bred stock.

[serpentis]

[Dorian feels something in the back of his mind, something he hasn't felt since he left Tevinter- wariness. Wrathion reminds him entirely too much like the charming and friendly Magisters back home- who would just as soon smile in your face while planting a knife in your back.

Dorian knows this because Wrathion reminds him of himself, in that regard.

He raises his eyebrows.]

Oh? Do tell.

[dragonflight]

My world needed a particular kind of dragon.

[He can't exactly stay chipper here, but he can manage to keep his tone neutral, at least.]

I'm what they asked for.

[serpentis]

Ah, a dragon! How curious. We have a few of those...I do hope you won't be rampaging through a town anytime soon. There was an...incident, with another dragon. It was entirely a mess, I wouldn't care to repeat that.

[He sounds chipper, but the memory of Tek's new form lunging at him caused him to feel ill.]

[dragonflight]

[What is it with everyone here and rampages? What kind of mindless beast do they know?]

I am not in the habit of 'rampaging'.

[serpentis]

Good!

[Dorian smiles, carelessly, little more than a warm smirk.]

Do let me know if you need anything, hmm?

[dragonflight]

[Wrathion lifts a dismissive hand.]

I'll call on you directly, Dorian Pavus.