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[ He'll faze through the wall, which is only possible through taking the form of an apparition. Sorry if you were in the middle of something, Dorian. Maybe you were tidying up or preening in front of a mirror. His feet plant firmly on the floor as he manifests, crossing his arms as he surveys the area in search of Dorian. ]
[At least Dorian can say that it's not unusual for anyone to faze through walls where he's from, he is quite friendly with a spirit who is capable of doing the same thing.
He's not in the middle of anything overly exciting at the moment, but as only anyone can predict he is fussing over the best of the worst of his shirts in his bedroom. One of these days he'll obtain something suited to his tastes.
For now he's forced to endure hobo chic and he's particularly fussy about it.]
He's not in the middle of anything overly exciting at the moment, but as only anyone can predict he is fussing over the best of the worst of his shirts in his bedroom. One of these days he'll obtain something suited to his tastes.
For now he's forced to endure hobo chic and he's particularly fussy about it.]
[ Achilles begins shrugging of the bag on his back once he spots Dorian, marching on over to him and letting it drop to the floor.
He eyes the shirts in his hands, smirking to himself. ]
They both look like rags.
I'm sure you can pull it off, though.
He eyes the shirts in his hands, smirking to himself. ]
They both look like rags.
I'm sure you can pull it off, though.
[Well, that's enough noise to announce someone was in the capsule and in his room...his roommate perhaps? She didn't make coming into his quarters a habit, however, no matter how boisterous she was.
He was expecting Achilles so he was hoping that the surprise wasn't showing in his expression, though it probably was...because how?]
Was there any doubt that I could?
[He's grinning, a little too smug about his charming good looks, and settles on the shirt with the fewest holes and the least amount of questionable stains.]
I see that you brought me a gift, I'm touched! But here I haven't got you anything.
He was expecting Achilles so he was hoping that the surprise wasn't showing in his expression, though it probably was...because how?]
Was there any doubt that I could?
[He's grinning, a little too smug about his charming good looks, and settles on the shirt with the fewest holes and the least amount of questionable stains.]
I see that you brought me a gift, I'm touched! But here I haven't got you anything.
[ His arrogance... mirrors his own. But it's so harmless that Achilles doesn't feel the need to rise to it. ]
You insult me, thinking that my gifts would be so bland and uninspired.
[ He crosses his arms and raises his chin like he's appraising the other. Dorian seems like a man of expensive taste and so is Achilles. Whatever gifts he'd bring him would surely be fit for his worth. ]
But don't worry. You'll soon be rewarding me in return.
You insult me, thinking that my gifts would be so bland and uninspired.
[ He crosses his arms and raises his chin like he's appraising the other. Dorian seems like a man of expensive taste and so is Achilles. Whatever gifts he'd bring him would surely be fit for his worth. ]
But don't worry. You'll soon be rewarding me in return.
[Dorian's arrogance usually comes from a harmless place, sometimes even a playful bantering place.]
I should look forward to a truly inspired gift from you then?
[Dorian is a man of expensive tastes, but he's also a man with shitty taste as well and will absolutely drink anything alcoholic. Then there is sentiment...if you can find it.
In lieu of a tasteful gift, however, Dorian focuses his attention on the bag of corpses, opening it up and making a face. Death never comes with a pleasant smell.]
Mmm...mana, yes? I can certainly give you your fill, perhaps more than your fill...enough to keep you satisfied for a while anyway.
I should look forward to a truly inspired gift from you then?
[Dorian is a man of expensive tastes, but he's also a man with shitty taste as well and will absolutely drink anything alcoholic. Then there is sentiment...if you can find it.
In lieu of a tasteful gift, however, Dorian focuses his attention on the bag of corpses, opening it up and making a face. Death never comes with a pleasant smell.]
Mmm...mana, yes? I can certainly give you your fill, perhaps more than your fill...enough to keep you satisfied for a while anyway.
Does Chiron require the same sustenance? I wonder why he didn't ask...not that he would have to.
[Dorian still has no clue what an Achilles is, so, you know, even if you gave him your name the secret of your heel would be safe and sound. If you're really good he may one day be able to create a rock potion to protect that heel in battle...just saying.]
I'm told that's not a bad trait. [Considering that Dorian could be a bit selfish himself, he likes to hide how kind he is most of the time...but here he is being kind.] Well I suppose we should start, I doubt my roommate would appreciate the smell if it sets in...and...quite frankly I've no wish to sleep in a room that reeks of dead shapers. Ready?
[Dorian still has no clue what an Achilles is, so, you know, even if you gave him your name the secret of your heel would be safe and sound. If you're really good he may one day be able to create a rock potion to protect that heel in battle...just saying.]
I'm told that's not a bad trait. [Considering that Dorian could be a bit selfish himself, he likes to hide how kind he is most of the time...but here he is being kind.] Well I suppose we should start, I doubt my roommate would appreciate the smell if it sets in...and...quite frankly I've no wish to sleep in a room that reeks of dead shapers. Ready?
[ Bothered by the smell, Dorian?
He won't mention that he discussed the mana issue with Chiron prior to this meeting. He doesn't have any clue how that man plans on surviving when he isn't actively looking for sources of sustenance. Perhaps he'll come to his senses eventually.
Also yeah, create that potion, Dorian. Spoil Achilles. ]
What do you need from me? Is this some sort of ritual? [ His eyes sparkle with excitement, since he's interested in magic despite not being very good at it. He imagines a great mage like Dorian himself should put on an impressive show. ]
He won't mention that he discussed the mana issue with Chiron prior to this meeting. He doesn't have any clue how that man plans on surviving when he isn't actively looking for sources of sustenance. Perhaps he'll come to his senses eventually.
Also yeah, create that potion, Dorian. Spoil Achilles. ]
What do you need from me? Is this some sort of ritual? [ His eyes sparkle with excitement, since he's interested in magic despite not being very good at it. He imagines a great mage like Dorian himself should put on an impressive show. ]
[He's always bothered about something.
Well, if Chiron actively mentions anything to Dorian, the mage would have no problem in extending his offer to help to Achilles's mentor.
If he can ever get his hands on the special ingredients then you are in for a treat.]
Hardly, this is a spell I can cast on the battle field, not as impressive as any sort of ritual...more like kill, siphon, and kill again. [And really there's not much to it, Dorian casts the spell and the room is blanketed in a purple glowing mist. From the bag of shapers several black and purple framed skulls whisp up from the bag into the air. Dorian extends his hand and these whisps are drawn to him giving the mage his own sort of purple pulsing aura.
That is the extent of it, really.]
Well, if Chiron actively mentions anything to Dorian, the mage would have no problem in extending his offer to help to Achilles's mentor.
If he can ever get his hands on the special ingredients then you are in for a treat.]
Hardly, this is a spell I can cast on the battle field, not as impressive as any sort of ritual...more like kill, siphon, and kill again. [And really there's not much to it, Dorian casts the spell and the room is blanketed in a purple glowing mist. From the bag of shapers several black and purple framed skulls whisp up from the bag into the air. Dorian extends his hand and these whisps are drawn to him giving the mage his own sort of purple pulsing aura.
That is the extent of it, really.]
[ Achilles watches in subdued fascination, having never been present for such a ritual before. His knowledge of magecraft is rather lacking, after all, given that his teachings were focused on weaponry and combat.
Still, there's a certain beauty to the way Dorian gives easy command to the corpses, drawing out what he suspects is the essence of what their lives used to be.
Respectfully, he remains quiet, not wanting to interrupt the man by cheering or giving him praise when he isn't sure when it would be appropriate to. So he waits for him to make it clear. ]
Still, there's a certain beauty to the way Dorian gives easy command to the corpses, drawing out what he suspects is the essence of what their lives used to be.
Respectfully, he remains quiet, not wanting to interrupt the man by cheering or giving him praise when he isn't sure when it would be appropriate to. So he waits for him to make it clear. ]
hey quick question
what the fuck happened
your vitals went nuts around the same time heis did
what the fuck happened
your vitals went nuts around the same time heis did
god dammit
quit apologizing to me
by the sound of it you should be apologizing to him
now tell me what the fuck happened dorian
quit apologizing to me
by the sound of it you should be apologizing to him
now tell me what the fuck happened dorian
ok fine
im gonna trust you on this
can u heal him at all
hes all fucked up
or shit just make him sleep it off??
look up his vitals theyre fucked
urs arent so hot either
im gonna trust you on this
can u heal him at all
hes all fucked up
or shit just make him sleep it off??
look up his vitals theyre fucked
urs arent so hot either
if i had the strength i would attend to his needs ahead of my own
but there are nurses
healers
i know what kind of shape he's in
i know that it's my doing and i'll try to undo it
i'm fine
[he's the opposite of fine, but downplaying his own injuries feels right in the moment.]
but there are nurses
healers
i know what kind of shape he's in
i know that it's my doing and i'll try to undo it
i'm fine
[he's the opposite of fine, but downplaying his own injuries feels right in the moment.]
fuck
you better watch out for him when ur better
hes your responsibility now
i cant be there im trusting you
u get it?
promise me
you better watch out for him when ur better
hes your responsibility now
i cant be there im trusting you
u get it?
promise me
thanks and i mean it
unlike half the sons of bitches here you clean up your messes
that means a lot
unlike half the sons of bitches here you clean up your messes
that means a lot
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