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TDM #8
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals. The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies. Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them. In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances. But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another? Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all. |
( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use ) Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket. Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration… Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become. One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching. Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.) Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back. Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased. |
 (CW: potential dubcon, objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? |
Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character! » A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with. » New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths. Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased. Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire. » Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places. The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency. If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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"I know what you mean. I keep wondering if there isn't more to it, something like...what would make us most uncomfortable." He can't help but to think maybe it's some sort of dig at his former role in the mage circles, forcing responsibility for others back on him again in ways that feel inappropriate and unpleasant.
"True. I'll just have to mind someone as though they're incompetent when they're not." He eyes him levelly and sucks in a half breath more noisily than his wont, his only outward sign of anxiety when he follows with, "If you want my help, you only have to ask. I won't let you founder or languish anywhere you don't want to be. At least, within my power." He can't get himself out of here, much less anyone else.
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Cullen's offer is more immediately interesting. Following that lead, Dorian's glad to get away from the thicker parts of the crowd, although it's impossible to block out every lewd display in the environment. He just chooses to ignore them.
"You do realize our purpose here, don't you? Why we've had these titles forced upon us?" He tries to mediate his tone so it doesn't seem as though he's accusing Cullen of ignorance. It's not ignorance he thinks Cullen has. ...Inexperience, perhaps, but he can't claim he genuinely knows. "I suppose our immediate surroundings are telling of it, hm? I don't mean to refuse your good intentions, only that it may come with heavier weight than you realize."
All he means is to make it explicitly clear Cullen did not intend to proposition him. As far as he's learned, playing Duplicity's roles can be done without that more intimate dimension, can't it?
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The idea of contracting anyone in Dorian's position for sexual favors is anathema to him, doubly so to think of doing it to someone he considers a friend.
"They advise an attorney for this, and I think it would be smart. I would want to provide you with as much freedom as I possibly can. I would never expect you to do anything in exchange for it. I like to think if our situations were reversed, you would do this for me. Far preferable to putting your fate in the hands of a stranger who may or not be what they say they are and finding out after the fact."
He thinks of how best to put it. "As far as I'm concerned, you'd be my friend from home who is living with me because it makes the most sense, not someone under my control."
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It comes out low on an exhalation of relieved breath, although tension remains roped into the muscle of his shoulders, stopping where they are to glare down at his boots. The gravity of Cullen's full-fledged, well-meaning, virtuous offer strikes him then. In such a short time of acclimation to this place, he hadn't even been considering a contract, but that was of course before he'd come to know Cullen was here. And before he understood the real limitations of his new role. Of all of those he's encountered thus far and if a choice truly had to be made, he'd put the Commander first on the list of reliable, trustworthy individuals. They've endured enough together - an entire war and out the other side of it - that he could not imagine Cullen taking advantage of such a precarious arrangement. Speaking nothing of the fact he's quite certain Cullen isn't interested in men in that way, least of all himself.
No, it's not Cullen's offer that upsets him, but rather the fact of his own indebtedness. He's always considered himself self-reliant. He's had to be, in order to survive. The promises are sound logic, but the rest of it - the burden of his living with Cullen, as well as the rest of what's required in financially supporting another individual, not to mention the quota and how awkward it's going to be if Cullen later decides he regrets being nice - all draws Dorian to pause.
"You'll... let me think on it, won't you?" He does a masterfully excellent job at concealing the worst of his insecurities, most of the time, but some hesitance is still clear in his tone. "It's not that I don't trust your intentions. Far from it. But I'd like to get a better understanding of the situation in this place, and the conditions that would be involved in an agreement of that nature. If that makes sense."
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"I suppose it was the same for you as for me? You're going about your business and suddenly in a room with two doors? At first I thought it was some Orlesian trick in very poor taste, or mind control. I don't think that now. No one from our world could come up with something like all of this." His sweeping, encompassing wave is a contemptuous gesture.
"Not even the Orlesians are this debauched."
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"Identical," Dorian says. "Two doors, and only one choice. You might be surprised what the inspired are capable of inventing, I've heard of fantastical illusions. But I think you're right. The scale of this, and the state of this world's technology alone suggests greater intervention."
What, then, and how?
"So you were in Orlais, as well? I'd just returned from Tevinter for the Exalted Council in Halamshiral myself. Personally I'm not very keen on being gone while the fate of the Inquisition lies at stake."
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"I was. We only recently arrived. Some of the others had, too. I haven't seen Blackwall yet, or Sera, but I know they are around. I found a dog." Only another Fereldan might really appreciate the significance of that. His eyes light up when he says it. "And he's here, too."
It doesn't last long, because he also shares that concern. "I don't like that either. What if we're not the only ones gone? What if they've also taken Inquisitor Cadash? Or Divine Victoria?"
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Dorian glances to their left and right as though he expects the creature to materialize out of thin air. It's not without misgivings. While he doesn't hate dogs by any means, he's not keen on their shedding, and slobbering, and general rambunctious attitudes. Not to mention the Mabari he knows are prevalent in Ferelden are much larger, war hounds bred out of some loyal countrymen love he doubts he'll ever understand.
Concerns allayed to see Cullen alone, his attention diverts elsewhere. "Hold on, you said Cadash? Inquisitor Cadash, not Inquisitor Lavellan?" The rest so far aligns with what he recognizes, but that...
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He nods, brows dropping down suddenly. "Yes, Inquisitor Cadash. Grizzled dwarf, tough as horse nails, about yea high?" He gestures a little above the height of his own waist.
"Who is Lavellan?"
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Confusion pinches across his brows, even as he notices the near-humorous unfairness of Cullen receiving an animal companion while all he'd gotten was a letter about his dead father. Beggers couldn't be choosers. At least it'll serve as a reminder for why he can't get too comfortable here, if even it appealed.
"Inquisitor Lavellan is an elf, for starters." He lifts his own hand close to the top of his chest in contrast to that waist-height level. "Taller, not nearly so grizzled, probably much less harrier. Still as tough as horse nails, I would argue." Dorian finds himself looking at Cullen for a blank moment. "How strange. I might've been more comforted if everything else were exactly the same between us. Minute differences will only keep me up at night, at this rate."
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"I'm not sure how well it will serve us to dwell, at least not right now. Not while we're trying to adjust to everything else. We can revisit the topic of differences down the line if you'd like. For now, I'm assuming you're the same man who cheated at chess with me and whose acerbic wit has been sorely lacking at Skyhold since you left." He's firm in this, decided. Short of growing another head, spouting tentacles, or declaring an undying hatred of bathing, Dorian will be hard pressed to convince him he's not the man he knew.
"Why don't we continue this conversation somewhere else?" The sounds of ecstatic screams from the machine booth and certain scents drifting through the recycled air are putting him off and making it harder to concentrate. "Do a little exploring around the neighborhood?"
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"But yes, let's. My eyes have seen plenty enough of these tawdry displays to last a lifetime." However much sex itself doesn't bother him, the publicity of it does, coming from a world where he's learned to keep everything tucked away neatly out of sight. It's like an itch at a sore nerve. He turns, gesturing for Cullen to walk alongside him.
"Shall we investigate the Up? I suspect it to offer more pleasant views. Do you have your own living quarters somewhere here, then?"
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"Yours and mine, both." He begins to walk, keeping his eyes averted on his way back through the aisle between the booths and stepping around any of the pushier vendors who try to get in their way.
"Let's. It's...a strange city, but hardly what I'd call ugly. I do have quarters not far from here." He feels guilty at the thought of showing them to him, given that wherever Dorian is living won't compare. "If you want to see them, I can take you. Just be aware my dog is there, too, and will likely be excited to meet a newcomer. He's very intelligent. He's a Mabari, so he'll understand what you say to him." Whether he'll listen is a whole other question.
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He pats his pocket to indicate where the strange mechanism sits, still uninvestigated. They won't be living across a courtyard from each other any longer, though they haven't in some time. Dorian hadn't realized he would miss the proximity to many of the Inquisition's members. He'd grown so used to hearing Leliana's crows above, or Solas's pacing below, or the echoing footsteps of the various servants in the tower that housed his bed chambers.
"The architecture is strangest to me." His eyes sweep over the buildings around them as they walk. "I've never seen anything quite like it. Not even in the Fade."
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"Utterly alien, yes. I've been trying to figure out how they get all that glass to bear weight without shattering. You can see support beams, but...the engineering must be a nightmare. Can you imagine if there's an earthquake?" The fact that he hasn't seen anything like this in the Fade increases his suspicion that they truly are on an entirely different world.
He points the direction he intends to go and does his best to ignore all of the fast carriages darting past them with so much noise and stirred air. It ruffles his fur mantle and the back of his hair. "I..." He's hesitant to ask this, not wanting to add to Dorian's disquiet. "What do you think is going to happen when you sleep tonight? If you find yourself in the Fade, will you remember in the morning? That could give you some clues."
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That next question takes him away from his thoughts on towering structures and too much vaulted glass.
"Truthfully I don't know, but it'd be a lie to say I haven't been wondering what the Fade's relationship actually is here. My connection to it seems unaffected, and yet..." He trails off, frowning. "Perhaps I won't be able to tell until I sleep, as you said. I expect to remember, although I can't predict what it will tell me besides the fact that it exists. Once I'm a bit more situated I plan to attempt more thorough investigation." Which may include experimentation. He's not Solas, whose expertise on the Fade was far beyond the extent of his own, but he appreciates a good research project.
"What about you? How is..." He waves a vague hand at Cullen. "Well, all of your Templary-ness. Everything in working order?"
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"If I ask you to be careful, will you listen?" While he wouldn't call Dorian his most reckless friend, there have been plenty of times he has seen him exhibit an unhealthy disregard for risk. He'd hate to see it hurt him here.
"Yes." His expression darkens as he thinks of his earlier encounter. "I had an incident with a mage on the train. I didn't have to smite him, but I know I could have." The fact he can still do it at all with how long he has been off the lyrium paints the Chantry's indoctrination for the lie he suspected it to be once he opened his eyes. The fact that he still craves it on some level has him wondering if he'll ever forgive them, or himself for his naivety.
"Have you had to cast here?"
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It's the mention of the mage that arrests his attention next. "You're all right, though?" Glad to hear the encounter hadn't escalated, he's curious now how many mages there are in the city. They must not be uncommon.
"I have, yes, out of self-defense for a pair of lowly vagrants who meant to mug me straight off the... sleek, very fast carriage, do you know what I'm talking about? I heard it called a 'train.' In any case, I didn't harm them. Simply gave them a bit of a scare."
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"I am." His expression instantly darkens from the memory of it. "The blighter tried to invade my mind." He raps lightly on the side of his head with his knuckles. "Fortunately, it's as thick as it looks, and all it took was my sword pointed at his throat to back him off. Watch yourself if you run into that one. Calls himself the Archivist. Something Sims. I don't remember his given name. Pocked face, dark hair, skin tone not far from yours. Nasty piece of work."
He snorts, not surprised to hear of Dorian's "welcome". Nodding, he says, "Yes, the train. Can't say I'm fond of it. I'm glad you're all right." He recalls some of Dorian's more esoteric arts on the battlefield. "Gave them a bit of a scare? Did they piss themselves outright, or did that come after the catatonia?
I was jumped, too, while I was still in that blasted paper gown." He pauses, deciding how much detail to give of Neria's intervention. "An old friend stepped in. We made quick work of them. They're hurt, but they'll live."
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Speaking of the muggers is a little more fun. Dorian smiles darkly. "If only. There was plenty of shrill screaming and general hysterics, though, it almost hurt the ears."
Having the opportunity to cast a spell or two had almost been a balm on his frayed nerves. In an unusual world, with the tattoo on his throat that signifies him as less than, at least his magic cannot be taken away so easily as his autonomy.
"An old friend? Someone I would know? I've wondered if we might come across the others, though I'm having difficulty imagining our dear Cassandra in the role of a submissive." Then again, he could have said the same for himself.
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One corner of his mouth curves amusement at Dorian's description of the mugging attempt. He wonders if those who attacked him learned their lesson or will be back for more at a later date. He imagines the latter. Muggers anywhere he has lived haven't been known for their prudence.
He shakes his head. "No, although I'm sure you know of her. Neria Surana, the Warden Commander, Hero of Ferelden." He braces himself for another round of, Who? It's almost mitigated by his reaction to the idea of Cassandra as a submissive. The snort is completely indelicate. "She'd level the entire city. I don't think they want to smash that jar of bees."
Pointing up to the tall skyscraper of glass and steel, he says, "We're headed there. It shouldn't be too much longer."
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It also brings another thought to mind. He turns his eyes up on the towering height of that structure, a glass-and-steel marvel, trying to quiet the twist of his stomach in imagining their inevitable destination inside. He might not have been overly concerned before Cullen mentioned what he had about earthquakes and infrastructure.
"It's curious to wonder how they make their selection," he says, gaze ahead of where they walk. "Of all of us, I mean. Why you, and why me, and why the Hero of Ferelden? Why not the Bull, or Sera, or - getting a bit out of the box - Master Dennet, or the stableboy, or the milkman...? Well, I suppose any ordinary citizen of Thedas could be here right now and we wouldn't recognize them. Hm."
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"That is a good question." His look turns thoughtful as he considers it. "It would be hard to know without getting into a conversation with someone. For that matter, I don't know if you've noticed this or not, but something is translating conversations.
"Say something to me in Tevene." He's aware Dorian already knows he doesn't speak it apart from one or two words he has picked up from him during their chess matches.
Once they reach the door, he steps up to open it, already a bit more confident than at his arrival. At least now he knows of the lift and how to work it. He doesn't hesitate on his way across the lobby.
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A few strangers give Dorian a glance as he passes through the door at Cullen's back, which isn't unusual in itself, but he suspects they're not looking at him for his good looks or his heritage. There comes again the urge to touch the black tattoo on his throat.
"Tevene?" he asks. "No, in fact, I wasn't aware." Something to translate their words; of course his mind immediately jumps to magic, although he can't imagine how it would be done. The words roll off his tongue with practiced grace: "Long live the Dragons."
What he had actually said was Manaveris Dracona, but it won't be heard as such. A common little phrase thrown around by Tevinter elite as a sign of status more than anything of real significance in modern culture. Tevene's since fallen out of common practice. Its nobility, however, still use it to make themselves sound superior.
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He presses the button to summon the lift and hooks a thumb casually into his sash. "This could take a little while if it's on the upper floors."
After another moment or two, he adds, "I'm almost sorry for the translation bit. It was much more fun hearing it as you said it. I used to make a game of trying to figure out exactly whom or what you were cursing at any given moment. Now the mystery is gone, not that I intend to give you fewer reasons. If I can't find a chess set, I'll just have to make one."
The elevator arrives with a chime, the doors sliding smoothly open. Cullen sweeps an arm. "After you."
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