Video/Action 001: Cherrygrove

[mustachioedmagister]

[When the broadcast first starts, the camera is faced toward a wall, crooked and out of focus. From off screen, there is a soft sound of muttering, likely in an unfamiliar language. Anyone nearby would see him fussing over the device, confusion plain on his face. The Snivy, though not visible on the screen, fixed passersby with contemptuous look. Same old same old.]

[After a moment, and provided there are no interruptions from observers, the camera is righted and a face appears on screen. For some people, the man may look familiar . Others might be won over by the crooked smile that he has directed at the screen.]

Greetings, strange world. It seems we've met again. [He let out a small chortle.] The strangest thing happened to me. I was here, and then I wasn't. I was back home, in the damp, unpleasant woods of the Arbor Wilds. I... doubt any of you are familiar with that name. We gallivanted about for a day, slept again, and here we are.

[He shook his head. Internally, Dorian was more than a little troubled in regards to his in and out appearance. At the very least, he hadn't been bounced out a second time, giving him plenty of time to wander about in an entirely different sort of wilds.]

[Externally, on the other hand, Dorian was just as sly and untroubled as ever.]

I do apologize for the radio silence. I couldn't say for certain I would be here in the morning, and I wouldn't want to break any more hearts by disappearing. [He clapped his hands together.] But fear not. It would seem that I am here for good now. Please, do not hesitate to vocalize your exultation.

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[mustachioedmagister]

[Dorian grinned, all teeth and mustache. He did enjoy it when he managed to get men all a-fluster.]

Perhaps not, my dear. But I should like to think that the posts I make do. Besides, if you didn't want to talk to me, about me, whatever you wish to call it, you wouldn't have shown up, would you?

[purramedic]

[FUCK YOU, HE'S NOT A-FLUSTER.]

"Talk" is so... amicable. Try, oh, I don't know, "pester" instead. Hostile annoyance bordering on harassment.

[Because announcing yourself as an assailant is definitely going to prove your lack of murderous intentions.]

[mustachioedmagister]

Even better my dear. I quite welcome your affections.

[purramedic]

This is the opposite of affection! [DOESN'T THIS GUY KNOW ANYTHING.]

[mustachioedmagister]

Is this not how men win each other over? Idle jabs until we fall all over one another?

[purramedic]

Listen, friend, I know I'm nigh irresistible, but don't expect me to "fall all over" you. Ever. [Unless maybe you hold him with those chiseled arms but DETAILS.]

[mustachioedmagister]

Well, my dear, now you're just making it a challenge. [He wriggled his brows.] Let us see just how long you can hold out, shall we?

[purramedic]

I'm a married man, you know. I can hold out forever. [Anders is not going to talk about how he's terrible at everything he says he's good at. Except maybe magic, but that's pretty irrelevant here.]

[mustachioedmagister]

And I've been with plenty of married men. [Dorian rested his elbow upon his knee and then his chin on his hand. He blinked at the man on the other end of the device.]

[purramedic]

[The flat look he gives the other man rivals that of Dorian's living vine.]

You'll be disappointed that I am far more work than a simple conquest requires.

[mustachioedmagister]

I'll enjoy every moment of the effort then.

[purramedic]

[This fucker just does not give up?? What the fuck.]

You're lucky you're pretty.

[mustachioedmagister]

So you admit it? You think I'm pretty? [You fucked up Anders.] It's a start.

[purramedic]

That doesn't guarantee anything.

[mustachioedmagister]

Oh, but it is a foundation. I can work with that.

[purramedic]

[Disgusted noise.

He's going to hang up on you now.]