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sparktoflameWho: Dorian Pavus & You
What: Introduction
When: Now
Where: Residential Area
Warnings: so much nudity..
[ There is a long list of things that are wrong that Dorian could create and add to about this particular situation, and it gets longer by the second. Waking up in some sort of containment unit surrounded by metal was disorienting in itself; waking up naked and freezing cold simply adds the cherry on top to the misery. Where is he? His initial reaction is to think of his recent run-in with the Venatori, though this doesn't seem to be their doing? He still has access to his magic, at the very least. It thrums under his skin, acting like a comforting salve in the moment. The noises are foreign and thrumming to his ears, making him wince in discomfort, and the voice of a woman startles him.
There's little to do aside from clambering out and following the, what, spirit's voice? It echoes around him enough that it's hard to pinpoint the location. His immediate order of business would be finding some clothes, though there don't seem to be any around despite his searching.
Arms crossed tightly in front of his chest, he does as the voice says and makes toward the bulkhead door. Nothing of the area is familiar, he's cold, muscles tense like a bowstring, ready to attack if the need arises. He would laugh at the idea, charging naked into battle, since it is something so utterly Bull to do. His worry duplicates, wondering if there's anyone else around and the state of their well being. All of that is forgotten when the doors open to reveal some sort of.. dormitory or lounging area that looks as though it has seen better days.
He can't even help the wrinkle of his nose and the click of his tongue in distaste. ]
Of course it would be worse beyond the doors.
[ Even still, with the flick of his wrist, sickly purple necromantic magic dances over his palm, whispering around his fingers, ready to strike should anyone get smart and try and attack a naked man. Have mercy on him, it's been a trying day.. ]
What: Introduction
When: Now
Where: Residential Area
Warnings: so much nudity..
[ There is a long list of things that are wrong that Dorian could create and add to about this particular situation, and it gets longer by the second. Waking up in some sort of containment unit surrounded by metal was disorienting in itself; waking up naked and freezing cold simply adds the cherry on top to the misery. Where is he? His initial reaction is to think of his recent run-in with the Venatori, though this doesn't seem to be their doing? He still has access to his magic, at the very least. It thrums under his skin, acting like a comforting salve in the moment. The noises are foreign and thrumming to his ears, making him wince in discomfort, and the voice of a woman startles him.
There's little to do aside from clambering out and following the, what, spirit's voice? It echoes around him enough that it's hard to pinpoint the location. His immediate order of business would be finding some clothes, though there don't seem to be any around despite his searching.
Arms crossed tightly in front of his chest, he does as the voice says and makes toward the bulkhead door. Nothing of the area is familiar, he's cold, muscles tense like a bowstring, ready to attack if the need arises. He would laugh at the idea, charging naked into battle, since it is something so utterly Bull to do. His worry duplicates, wondering if there's anyone else around and the state of their well being. All of that is forgotten when the doors open to reveal some sort of.. dormitory or lounging area that looks as though it has seen better days.
He can't even help the wrinkle of his nose and the click of his tongue in distaste. ]
Of course it would be worse beyond the doors.
[ Even still, with the flick of his wrist, sickly purple necromantic magic dances over his palm, whispering around his fingers, ready to strike should anyone get smart and try and attack a naked man. Have mercy on him, it's been a trying day.. ]
