Dorian of House Pavus (
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Always had a fear of being typical
who: Dorian + Iona (Closed) | Dorian + YOU
what: Some shopping (we gotta look GOOD for that Ball) + January Catch-All!
when: Throughout January
where: Various locations throughout the Quarantine | Library | OPEN
warnings: Nothing I can think of. If this changes, I'll update
Closed to Iona Lavellan | January 2nd | SHOPPING
If Dorian were honest, he was a little offended there was a formal ball in less than four days and he'd been given minimal time to prepare. That being said, December had given him something he'd learned not to expect and something for which he was very thankful: his closest and most dearest friend, Iona Lavellan. Though they hadn't spoken at length about the things she'd left behind, he suspected she was troubled about leaving Thedas to its own devices (and who wouldn't be?), but with the announcement of a formal ball at the end of this week, and the relative warming of the weather (thank the Maker), she needed a change in wardrobe (and so did he) as well as formal attire for a formal outing (because everyone had to look their level best)!
The communal beds were novel, but they also served to make retrieving your friends easy as he rapped on her bedpost while she sat at her desk. Still dressed for colder weather, but nothing as heavy as December's wardrobe, he smiles warmly when she turns.
"Ready for a day out on the town?"
January 9th - 14th (Early Evening) | Library | OPEN
Though Dorian has spent the better part of several months in the Quarantine, he's only recently become acclimated to the idea of staying. He's done his work at the Research Institute, he's spoken with others, he's gotten close to a few, but in the back of his mind, it had all been a hold over to returning to his own world, to delivering his people (quite a lofty goal) and generally just being in Thedas again.
Now, though, is a different story. Now, well, he's actually starting to grow fond of the place, which means knowing its history. He can be found in the early evenings, after work but before the library shuts down for the evening, sifting through titles in the history section, or browsing through tomes at a table near it. He looks up often, when someone's shadow touches the edge of his vision, as though he's rather used to being interrupted. He'll even nod invitingly if someone seems up for a chat. He can be personable like that.
ANYTIME JANUARY | ANYWHERE
Wildcard! Have a thread you'd like with Dorian? Drop me a PM here, or hit me up on
vikael and I can throw up a starter below!
what: Some shopping (we gotta look GOOD for that Ball) + January Catch-All!
when: Throughout January
where: Various locations throughout the Quarantine | Library | OPEN
warnings: Nothing I can think of. If this changes, I'll update
Closed to Iona Lavellan | January 2nd | SHOPPING
If Dorian were honest, he was a little offended there was a formal ball in less than four days and he'd been given minimal time to prepare. That being said, December had given him something he'd learned not to expect and something for which he was very thankful: his closest and most dearest friend, Iona Lavellan. Though they hadn't spoken at length about the things she'd left behind, he suspected she was troubled about leaving Thedas to its own devices (and who wouldn't be?), but with the announcement of a formal ball at the end of this week, and the relative warming of the weather (thank the Maker), she needed a change in wardrobe (and so did he) as well as formal attire for a formal outing (because everyone had to look their level best)!
The communal beds were novel, but they also served to make retrieving your friends easy as he rapped on her bedpost while she sat at her desk. Still dressed for colder weather, but nothing as heavy as December's wardrobe, he smiles warmly when she turns.
"Ready for a day out on the town?"
January 9th - 14th (Early Evening) | Library | OPEN
Though Dorian has spent the better part of several months in the Quarantine, he's only recently become acclimated to the idea of staying. He's done his work at the Research Institute, he's spoken with others, he's gotten close to a few, but in the back of his mind, it had all been a hold over to returning to his own world, to delivering his people (quite a lofty goal) and generally just being in Thedas again.
Now, though, is a different story. Now, well, he's actually starting to grow fond of the place, which means knowing its history. He can be found in the early evenings, after work but before the library shuts down for the evening, sifting through titles in the history section, or browsing through tomes at a table near it. He looks up often, when someone's shadow touches the edge of his vision, as though he's rather used to being interrupted. He'll even nod invitingly if someone seems up for a chat. He can be personable like that.
ANYTIME JANUARY | ANYWHERE
Wildcard! Have a thread you'd like with Dorian? Drop me a PM here, or hit me up on
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"You might be surprised what kinds of odds people can overcome when they are properly motivated." Tieria had been that person... that small group of people initiating a rebellion and starting a wave of change. He knew exactly how steep that mountain was to climb.
"I have learned a bit about how Quarantine came to be," he said. "How they discovered interdimensional travel, how they were almost wiped out in the Great War, that this city here in and of itself is an attempt to rebuild their society." He looked towards the door, indicating the city outside. "This city itself had been destroyed in an epidemic that was brought through the portal several years ago." He gave Dorian a somewhat amused look. "That is just the tip. Apparently, there are a lot of ruins here that may be worth exploring to find more history that is not necessarily in this library."
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He nodded at Tieria's brief description. He'd learned the same, of course, his colleagues at the research institute had verified it. "Yes, I've heard of the ruins outside the Quarantine, difficult not to really. Personally, I've had bad experiences with ancient, unknown ruins. They tend to be populated with spiders of dubious size and demons...or worse."
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"It is not the first time I have been called that," he said.
"I would not recommend exploring the ruins alone, that is for certain," he said. "For many of us, this is a strange place, and we are unfamiliar with everything that lies outside these walls. It is merely a smarter thing to do to explore in groups."
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"Still, as I said, I've had poor experiences in ancient, as-yet-undisturbed ruins. I'm not a moron. I'd never go alone. It's better to bring those with shields and bits of sharpened metal along on such excursions, wouldn't you agree?"
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"I would even go so far as to choose a projectile rather than a piece of sharpened metal," Tieria offered. "Where I am from, we are beyond swords and spears."
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Dorian, of course, was woefully unaware of the disparity between their two worlds in regards to technological advancement.
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"But I do not discount swords, either. They have their place still among useful weapons." If they didn't then Setsuna's Gundams wouldn't have had bladed weapons, after all. The rest of them were all distance fighters in their Gundams, but the Exia and other suits in that line had all been melee for a reason.
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That being said, some people were better off dead than alive, and he had no qualms aiding them in the process.
"Precisely. Dispelling barriers is something of a specialty of mine. Or rather, dispelling in general. If yours is the only magic viable on the battlefield, there's far less to contend with."
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"I beg or pardon? How does it 'work'?" He chuckled, shaking his head, sliding the book he'd been perusing closed to give the conversation his full attention. "Magic is the stuff of dreams, mages are capable of pulling that energy across the Veil between the world of emotion and the physical and give it form, bend it to our will. Like all things, it follows rules, equations, theorems, methods. We train for years to learn 'how it works'. It isn't so simply answered."
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"My apologies. I did not mean to reduce your skill to a mere comment," he remarked. "I was just curious about the basics and what might make it unique compared to the magic I have heard of from other worlds.
"You say it comes from dreams?" he continued. "And that there is a scientific method to its use? Does this mean that anyone can learn to use it or is there some sort of innate ability needed to channel that energy?"
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He breaths a sigh, shaking his head. "Our bodies, that is to say mage bodies, naturally pool a certain amount of mana, the energy of the fade, and to various degrees. It's this power we use. We aren't constantly reaching across the veil. That would be madness." He takes a deep breath. "There are essays, theses, lectures, and dissertations on the topic enough to keep you busy for months. It's not as simple as 'it comes from dreams'."
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"And how does magic work in your world? Not the same, I take it?"
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"Well, then. The next time one of my fireballs melts something's face off, I'll be sure to tell it it was all for show."
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"We certainly don't have fireballs being shot from people's hands without some sort of trick to it," he said. "Flash paper and pyrotechnics are always done through some sort of technology, never mystical energy."
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He shook his head, though. "You truly have no magic in your world? At all?"
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"It's possible, after all, those capable of magic in your world hide."
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"I should be on my way, however. It was good talking with you." He inclined his head slightly.
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"Fair enough." He nodded. "And so you choose not to believe until proven otherwise?"
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Tieria shrugged lightly. His thought process wasn't designed for the mystical arts. Tieria worked in absolutes. If he didn't have proof of something, then it couldn't be anything more than just a working theory. He preferred numbers and tangible things, plans, results, stuff he could measure over things that were more abstract and spiritual in nature. So, sure, those things could potentially exist back home for him, and there were still many in his world that believed they did, but nothing had convinced Tieria beyond a doubt that they did, so he shelved them.
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