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[No preamble, just Pel popping onto the sending stone.]
Dorian? Dorian? Do you know if Tevinter wrote anything about veilfire runes?
Dorian? Dorian? Do you know if Tevinter wrote anything about veilfire runes?
A lot of veilfire runes. I'm on my way back from the Mire now, and I have a lot of sketches and notes I'd like you to look at.
I'm just three days away, give or take. It's amazing--together, all the runes gave a recipe, but it wasn't at all clear what they were communicating till I studied them all. It was bits and fragments, none seemed much related, but it was clear as day in the end. I don't know if it was the brain that made everything come together from all the fragments, or if it was part of the magic.
I'm...I'd like to see if there could be a practical application for the Inquisition. I've only a quarter of an idea, but it's going somewhere.
I'm...I'd like to see if there could be a practical application for the Inquisition. I've only a quarter of an idea, but it's going somewhere.
A quarter of an idea is decidedly better than none at all. How delightfully ambitious of you.
[ There's a pause, a beat connoting recollection. ]
I would wager a part of the magic. Runes are layers of language, signifying themselves but containing information unlocked in the act of reading. What were you able to glean?
[ There's a pause, a beat connoting recollection. ]
I would wager a part of the magic. Runes are layers of language, signifying themselves but containing information unlocked in the act of reading. What were you able to glean?
A recipe for a poison. Not elven itself, just the technique. With it came a lot of visions and emotions. [A huff.] But I've heard of them scattered about Thedas. Anyone who used them instead of writing things down normally must have had something important to say.
I wouldn't dream of disturbing the esteemed ladies thereof with a private matter.
No - my lady LeBlanc has agreed to lend her support to my offer to train some of your infants in the more mundane forms of problem-solving. ( "hitting people until they stop disagreeing with you" ) She suggested your name and Madame de Fer's as potentially capable of tolerating me long enough to discuss best methods and my background.
No - my lady LeBlanc has agreed to lend her support to my offer to train some of your infants in the more mundane forms of problem-solving. ( "hitting people until they stop disagreeing with you" ) She suggested your name and Madame de Fer's as potentially capable of tolerating me long enough to discuss best methods and my background.
[ Eyebrows raise. Martel can't appreciate this, but my Lady goes marked all the same. It doesn't sound as sardonic as it could. ]
Mathematics? [ Ever droll. ] Or do you mean, the art of blunt instruments and the application thereof? I recall you claiming more in common with our Templars than our mages, when it came to certain means of action.
Mathematics? [ Ever droll. ] Or do you mean, the art of blunt instruments and the application thereof? I recall you claiming more in common with our Templars than our mages, when it came to certain means of action.
( one of these days, martel will learn to be less proprietary of the people he likes.
just kidding. that will never happen. )
Consider my offer a supplemental tool to your own work with the Templar woman. ( which is not a dismissive term in its tone, but descriptive; he doesn't know her name, offhand. ) I don't imagine anyone finds my presence all that comforting, but for those whose old fears might stop them pursuing something with the two of you, a sympathetic outsider might have some success.
And some of them are sheltered children thrust into the midst of a war. It's not unfamiliar to me. I was taught to navigate politics, I could teach it to another.
just kidding. that will never happen. )
Consider my offer a supplemental tool to your own work with the Templar woman. ( which is not a dismissive term in its tone, but descriptive; he doesn't know her name, offhand. ) I don't imagine anyone finds my presence all that comforting, but for those whose old fears might stop them pursuing something with the two of you, a sympathetic outsider might have some success.
And some of them are sheltered children thrust into the midst of a war. It's not unfamiliar to me. I was taught to navigate politics, I could teach it to another.
Knight-Captain Hill.
[ He speaks sharply as a matter of course, but supplying the name is more helpful than corrective. Mostly because he likes her alright. ]
We won't, at this stage, be shepherding the even slightly unwilling into our little scheme. Less chance of flare ups, you understand. That all said, anyone under the banner of the Inquisition who wishes to be more than another refugee had best remember the whole war thing that's going around.
[ He speaks sharply as a matter of course, but supplying the name is more helpful than corrective. Mostly because he likes her alright. ]
We won't, at this stage, be shepherding the even slightly unwilling into our little scheme. Less chance of flare ups, you understand. That all said, anyone under the banner of the Inquisition who wishes to be more than another refugee had best remember the whole war thing that's going around.
Knight-Captain Hill.
( there is no edge to potentially misunderstand, but his tone isn't placatory, either; repetition to cement the name in his memory. the family name, he presumes, as is more common here than in eosia. perhaps he needs one, the better to fit in. damerel, he supposes. though if he could choose any he liked -
better not to get diverted. he did send the message to a purpose, and it wasn't self-indulgence. )
Rather my thought. Those whose reluctance might stem more from what they imagine of her allegiances than a lack of desire to learn - they might benefit from an alternative. Don't mistake me, I haven't adopted the quarrel; I merely see it's effects.
( he does find it slightly amusing to imagine himself ever the less intimidating option. a bit of that might linger, in his voice. )
And what with that war and all, my experience might be useful.
( there is no edge to potentially misunderstand, but his tone isn't placatory, either; repetition to cement the name in his memory. the family name, he presumes, as is more common here than in eosia. perhaps he needs one, the better to fit in. damerel, he supposes. though if he could choose any he liked -
better not to get diverted. he did send the message to a purpose, and it wasn't self-indulgence. )
Rather my thought. Those whose reluctance might stem more from what they imagine of her allegiances than a lack of desire to learn - they might benefit from an alternative. Don't mistake me, I haven't adopted the quarrel; I merely see it's effects.
( he does find it slightly amusing to imagine himself ever the less intimidating option. a bit of that might linger, in his voice. )
And what with that war and all, my experience might be useful.
[ You know what's hard to do? Lean aggressively in a doorframe when there ain't no foutu doorway to lean in. But here's Mal on the dusty edge of the Library, peer'n at one Altus Pavus and try'n to sort out how to approach him. He ain't a subtle man, Mal. He's tall, he's broad, he's got that big ole long coat and normally he's got a dog.
Jayne's wander'n about somewhere or another, just as well. He don't need to try to wrangle two of 'em at the same time.
He pushes off the shelves and ambles over with his usual swagger, leaning against more shelves in lieu of a proper doorframe. Not so close as to seem intimate, but most certainly in Dorian's space. For intimidation purposes. As he has been told he's got an intimidating manner- which is decidedly offset by the almost friendly smile he's wear'n. ]
I was hop'n to have a word with you, Altus.
Jayne's wander'n about somewhere or another, just as well. He don't need to try to wrangle two of 'em at the same time.
He pushes off the shelves and ambles over with his usual swagger, leaning against more shelves in lieu of a proper doorframe. Not so close as to seem intimate, but most certainly in Dorian's space. For intimidation purposes. As he has been told he's got an intimidating manner- which is decidedly offset by the almost friendly smile he's wear'n. ]
I was hop'n to have a word with you, Altus.
[ Tall, strapping soporati and their tendency to shove their shadows over Dorian in some ill-conceived attempt to intimidate him. The little thrill of amusement it brings out in him is very Tevinter, and can be only subtly read on his face as Dorian peers up from the book in his lap, raising an eyebrow at broad shoulders and friendly smile.
He lifts a hand, and a small flame dances across his knuckles, travels down the length of his finger to touch on an unlit candle to throw about some light in the slowly dimming shadows of the library. ]
Have two, if you like. So so long as they're nice ones.
He lifts a hand, and a small flame dances across his knuckles, travels down the length of his finger to touch on an unlit candle to throw about some light in the slowly dimming shadows of the library. ]
Have two, if you like. So so long as they're nice ones.
[ Well that's a fancy trick. Subtle shows of power, try'n to prompt some manner of response most like. Mal ain't bothered, ain't awed, and it ain't all that relevant so long as the burny bits aren't com'n for him and as such don't much bat an eye at the pretty pretty flames that send him in all his indolent glory into sharpish relief. ]
Maybe nice, maybe not. Just look'n to clear somth'n up I've been hear'n around is all. Won't take much of your time.
[ It's a yes or no question and those tend to go smooth. Tend to. Northern mages are tricksy on near every occasion, things might get strange before he gets his answer. ]
'Mostly about you and Little Lady Thevenet- [ Contrary to his drawl he pronounces it properly, all light and airy. ] Be'n associates of some kind or another.
Maybe nice, maybe not. Just look'n to clear somth'n up I've been hear'n around is all. Won't take much of your time.
[ It's a yes or no question and those tend to go smooth. Tend to. Northern mages are tricksy on near every occasion, things might get strange before he gets his answer. ]
'Mostly about you and Little Lady Thevenet- [ Contrary to his drawl he pronounces it properly, all light and airy. ] Be'n associates of some kind or another.
[ --well that wasn't going to be on Dorian's list of guesses as to what this was about, but he hadn't had much time to formulate it. He tips his head and closes his book, templing his fingers over it. ]
And, pray tell, to whom does that concern?
[ Benevenuta hasn't mentioned anyone so familiar as to call her Little Lady. ]
And, pray tell, to whom does that concern?
[ Benevenuta hasn't mentioned anyone so familiar as to call her Little Lady. ]
Associate of her Mother's.
[ Can't call 'em friends, they're not on the same social strata. Shit, he's not even on the same level as an exiled Tevinter Altus what with his fancy robes and fancier books and fancy mustache. He's just him, carv'n out his own space.
Like he figured, this is gett'n tricksy, so the lounge becomes a proper lean, hands slung in his belt. This might take awhile. ]
Captain Malcolm Reynolds.
[ Can't call 'em friends, they're not on the same social strata. Shit, he's not even on the same level as an exiled Tevinter Altus what with his fancy robes and fancier books and fancy mustache. He's just him, carv'n out his own space.
Like he figured, this is gett'n tricksy, so the lounge becomes a proper lean, hands slung in his belt. This might take awhile. ]
Captain Malcolm Reynolds.
[ It could take a while. It depends on how fun this proves to be, and how determined Captain Malcolm Reynolds is to extract relevant information. Mal leans; Dorian reclines a little into his comfortable chair, leg kicked over the other. ]
Then yes, I too am an associate of my own Thevenet.
[ He makes that word sound slightly dirty, somehow. ]
Captain of what? The Templar Order? A pirate ship? Or just, captain in general.
Then yes, I too am an associate of my own Thevenet.
[ He makes that word sound slightly dirty, somehow. ]
Captain of what? The Templar Order? A pirate ship? Or just, captain in general.
So goes the rumor.
[ And with the way that word just drips Mal's will'n to bet either they're true or he's be'n baited for some reason or another. Probably fun. Least he's got noth'n else needs do'n today so this can take as long as Altus Pavus pleases. ]
Now that ain't all that polite, mak'n assumptions as to my character. Here I come try'n to be civil and you gotta go and assume I'm a piratical sort. I'm a legitimate businessman. [ Most of the time. ] Captain of the ship Serenity, not a pirate, and sûr que la merde ain't a templar. Don't much care for the skirt.
[ And with the way that word just drips Mal's will'n to bet either they're true or he's be'n baited for some reason or another. Probably fun. Least he's got noth'n else needs do'n today so this can take as long as Altus Pavus pleases. ]
Now that ain't all that polite, mak'n assumptions as to my character. Here I come try'n to be civil and you gotta go and assume I'm a piratical sort. I'm a legitimate businessman. [ Most of the time. ] Captain of the ship Serenity, not a pirate, and sûr que la merde ain't a templar. Don't much care for the skirt.
[ It takes a second for the look to click into anything other than siz'n him up for a very nice bonfire, but when it clicks he don't much know what to make of it. ]
I'm assum'n she knows her own business well 'nuf. I ain't all that certain 'bout you see'n as I don't know you. Thought I might swing by, talk a little, change that.
I'm assum'n she knows her own business well 'nuf. I ain't all that certain 'bout you see'n as I don't know you. Thought I might swing by, talk a little, change that.
It is a mite unclear, here. Begin'n to get the notion you like it that way.
[ Northerners. Why. Why ruin a good drawl? Then again mimicking him would end in all kindsa sadness. ]
I, for one, would like things a li'l clearer.
[ Northerners. Why. Why ruin a good drawl? Then again mimicking him would end in all kindsa sadness. ]
I, for one, would like things a li'l clearer.
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