I. | audio | un: sparkler

[flashystyle]

Is... is this thing on? [Excuse the uh, distinct sound of someone tapping a screen like an old person.] Hello? Oh! There you are. Excellent.

So, now that we've gotten the world's-- sorry, the universe's biggest trust fall known to man and not-man, I think it's time we start popping the question. The real question. No hypotheticals, no, excuse me, [Dorian voice turning a pitch higher in imitation of... someone? Who knows. This is probably the collective voice of all of you. It's incredibly inaccurate.]

If I had the chance, I'd do it! They're a bad person! They killed hundreds of people, or... or one time they looked at me funny and they had shiny things galore! [ahem] We've all had drama against one another, with no real way of proving they're a terrible person other than the game of he said, she said, so! Let's get straight to it, shall we?

Have you, yes, you, killed someone or... something? Poof, gone, light left their eyes if they have them, turns out they're dead forever or it's like a five-minute deal. Whatever have you; it still counts if they stopped breathing.

If yes, why? Should we all expect a knife in our back? Get electrocuted to death? Be made to walk off a cliff? What are the qualifiers for this sort of thing, really? Personal vendettas? OR... perhaps you were playing the hero. [the deets, give the sweet deets.]

If no, well... I didn't think that far ahead, truth be told. You're more than likely surrounded by murderers, so... what's... a food you miss? Murderers can probably answer this as well, perhaps we'll find some sort of connection. [or, like, just listen to how many people you met have killed someone? have fun with that.]

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voice

[flashystyle]

Somehow, that doesn't surprise me in the slightest. You've got that face.

[Don't murder him.]

You must be blissful, since assumedly... there's none here. Going to keep your hands clean, this time?

voice

[unchainedwolf]

Depends. Even if it isn't legal, slavery may still exist. If I see I'll stop it in it's tracks.

[Something that he really doesn't think a magister who probably owned dozens of slaves understands, but oh well.]

And if my former master wakes up. Must be nice to know you don't have to worry about your freedom and person-hood being stripped from you at any moment.

[flashystyle]

As well you should, so long as it doesn't get the natives suspicious. I'm sure they don't expect just any old refugee to be snooping about, and we do have a cover to keep.

[Surprise: Dorian went through a whole journey of another elf revealing Tevinter's actually pretty awful. He wasn't confident about freeing the slaves the last time, but he's sure Fenris can do it without dying better.]

It was nice, once upon a time. But perhaps you should consider that you're not the only one with magisters in boxes.

[unchainedwolf]

A magister who agrees? That's odd.

[He knew there were always some that did, but they were silent and underwhelming. His voice doesn't display much anything other than disbelief and snark.]

Not eager for your friends to wake up?

[flashystyle]

Kaffas-- I'm not a magister! I have not earned my evil magister laugh license, my mustache isn't nearly long enough to look the sort. You should remember what an altus is.

But no, I don't have friends in high places, and I'm certainly not eager for any of them to be waking. For my sake, and yours. And anyone else's.