TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age | Unseelie

[selfpraise]

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[This place reminds him of the Fade, but as long as he doesn't let a demon tempt him he should be fine. No harm in nibbling at the fine food and drinks available when it's offered freely.]

Almost as good as home.

[He looks oddly at ease despite his obvious newness.]

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[Dorian sounds clearly annoyed as he addresses his locket.]

I'm sick of this question so let me tell you all. I'm a mage, but I do not do parlour tricks for your amusement. Now leave me be before I set you on fire.

3.

[arla]

[ She's...actually laughing on her end, hearing his voice. ]

Setting people on fire is not a parlour trick? I'm almost disappointed.

[selfpraise]

[That voice is suspiciously familiar, but he doesn't want to assume immediately.]

If disfigurement was a parlour trick, I might enjoy it more.

[arla]

What, so you can openly and publicly destroy people in court without ever laying a hand on them?

[ Sounds like something Vivienne would do. ]

Dare I wonder what you were considering doing during the ball at Halamshiral?

[selfpraise]

[She can't see it, but there's a sly smile of delight to know someone familiar is here.]

You have such a low opinion of me, Inquisitor. I would never. My only thought at the ball was of the spicy punch.

[arla]

My opinion of you could never be low, Dorian. I'm simply wondering if we were thinking similar things.

[ A little frost magic in some glasses never hurt anyone. ]

But I think doing anything...untoward here will get us in a lot more trouble. Being thrown out on our heads is the least the people in the court can do.

[selfpraise]

The Game may be an Orlesian indulgence, but it had the right idea of keeping your cards close to your chest.

[Her words are telling.]

You must be with the more boring court then, the people here seem far more encouraging of bold acts.

haha I haven't chosen a court yet, oops. I'm so divided

[arla]

I suppose that's why I don't fit in there so well.

[ Honesty is a powerful thing, one she clings to. Vapidness behind masks and cutting words have never been exercises she has indulged, or excelled, in. ]

I am. Though I am under the impression that I am being offered condolences rather than true welcomes here.

oops sorry about that

[selfpraise]

[Dorian on the other hand operated on distractions and the occasional insult where the truth needed to be coaxed out of him.]

I'm sure that's a similarity for both sides. 'Blah blah blah, don't fuck this up. Now go and spread our word.'

I HATE YOU JUST A LITTLE BIT MICHELE

[lyriumwraith]

[Fenris is at this feast and he hears the other newcomer's comment. A glance, and then he just scoffs. He looks Tevinter (he will admit that he might not be, though, given how weird everything is right now]

I KNOW YOU LOVE ME

[selfpraise]

[Dorian immediately wants to know more. He hasn't done anything he deems worthy of that particular reaction partly because he never does anything that should require a scoff.]

Do you have something you wish to say?

NO I DON'T I AM USING THE ANDERS ICON ON YOU

[lyriumwraith]

Just that you seemed to have adjusted rather quickly. Quicker than anyone else here, in fact.

[Suspicious? When isn't he?]

HEY DON'T COMPARE HIM TO ANDERS HE'S BETTER LOOKING

[selfpraise]

[He heads a little bit closer so they're not talking across the table. He picks up a plate of grapes, but doesn't eat them, instead peeling them first. This is the point where he again wishes he had someone to wait on him.]

This place has better food than Fereldan so I'm not complaining. Besides, a different location is hardly the worst that could happen.

HAVE YOU SEE THAT 'STACHE? THAT IS A WEIRD ASS 'STACHE

[lyriumwraith]

[Fenris raises an eyebrow]

You are from Thedas?

DON'T INSULT THE 'STACHE IT IS BEAUTIFUL OKAY

[selfpraise]

[Blissfully unaware of his impending doom. At least he gets to eat some of his peeled grapes.]

Formerly of Minrathous, currently with the inquisition. [He pauses. If Thedas was a term he was familiar with, then this man was likely from home as well. And because he's an elf with markings that don't seem to align with the Dalish...]

Does this mean you're from an alienage or a slave?

IT'S A CREEPER STACHE

[lyriumwraith]

[Hopefully Dorian has quick reflexes because Fenris throws the wineglass he had at his head before picking him up and slamming him against the wall]

I am no one's slave, magister.

YOU JUST DON'T APPRECIATE GOOD FACIAL HAIR

[selfpraise]

[Dorian manages to avoid the flying wineglass which was really unwarranted.]

Now just a--

[Whatever else he planned on saying gets cut off before he finds himself picked up and slammed against the wall. Instinctively, one hand goes out to attempt a spell without the help of his staff to focus his magic. He feels lyrium react and draws on it to forcefully throw Fenris off. The resulting force is more powerful than he'd planned it to be.]

And I'm not a magister.

[Now he finally grabs his staff from where he left it against a wall and holds it ready.]

Now I recommend you don't try that again. Lyrium, against a mage?

[sfoils]

[ Well, if you're going to be an arse in-network, Dorian... ] What about pranks? Practical jokes?

[selfpraise]

[DORIAN DISAPPROVES.]

Does not require magic, but perhaps you're too thick to realise that.

[sfoils]

Perhaps you're too thick to realize some people come from worlds without magic. Threatening to set people on fire isn't going to endear you to a lot of people you'll have to fight with.

[selfpraise]

I accept ignorance. What I don't accept is ignoring all societal norms.

"Are you a chef? Can you cook something for me right now?"

I see no reason to get along with rude fools.

[He might be more understanding once he's had a chance to cool off, but for now he's just working himself up.]

[sfoils]

You're right, there's no reason. [ Sith knows Wedge's told a couple of general to 'go to hell', which is pretty gutsy if they choose to pull rank. ] But there's no reason to insult a bunch of people that had nothing to do while at it.

[selfpraise]

How I wish to voice my displeasure is my choice.

[sfoils]

Fair enough. I won't argue with that.

[ Seconds later. ]

Wish I could set people on fire. I bet it comes in handy.

[selfpraise]

[Oh good, they're coming round.]

It does come in handy when people are trying to kill you left and right.