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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[flashystyle]

[All the Caelums are special snowflakes and that's just how it has to be. Though Dorian doesn't know the former, he's certainly feeling this fact is a little unfair.]

I don't know if I should feel offended for the rest of the population. Is the royal line at least... extensive? Or is it all the second son to the second son to the third son to maybe the forth son, we can't be sure he's not from an affair?

[daemonized]

[Oh boy, it's his favorite topic of conversation. Well, maybe not, with the way something wry seems to creep into his words for no real reason. Subtle, but there.]

From son to son, or maybe even a daughter or two along the way. Whether or not it used to be an extensive, sprawling family tree means very little now. I believe it currently consists of exactly... [A pause for effect, as if he has to think on the matter.] ...two.

So when I say it is a very limited sort of magic, I do mean it.

[flashystyle]

[There's a pause, and it's more than likely because Dorian is taking the time to set his phone down so he can walk away from this. All this flair for something over audio.]

No, no, my greatest apologies. I must have misheard you. There's the... gift of magic, the art, the tool to a better world! And for a moment, I thought you said it was confined to... two people. Two individuals. Two... because they were born.

[daemonized]

[He'd appreciate the dramatics if he could actually see them; don't worry, Dorian.]

My, you seem very passionate about all of this. Does it bother you that much?

But yes, that's the overall idea. A gift from the gods, long, long ago. Should you have issue with it, you should take it up with them instead.