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Discussion in 'Cascade Bay' started by Dorian Pavus, Jun 23, 2019.

  1. Dorian Pavus

    Dorian Pavus Dragon Age

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    Date: July 25, Y108
    Location: Dragonview Apartments, Cascade Bay, Crystal Vales
    Tag: @Wanda Maximoff

    It had been just over a month since Wanda had called on Dorian to come to the wilderness to check on a ... scarily large deposit of red lyrium. Now it was Dorian's turn to call on her. Someone was killing women, and after Dorian happened to hear about the evidence from hearsay in the office, it reminded him suspiciously of blood magic. That was when he asked the guard, offered his consultation, and wound up working more closely on the case than he suspected. The more he delved in deeper, the more concerned he was that this was a case of blood magic at work, but was really made his stomach drop was the evidence uncovered at the scene of the latest murder - a sliver of crystal, red and glowing. Red lyrium.

    He had immediately thought of contacting Wanda, as it was too much of a coincidence that a mere month after they discovered red lyrium in the Vales, that it was appearing in the hands of others. He wasn't expecting it to crop up in his own backyard, but now that it was here - and now potentially a bigger issue than just growing down beneath the earth - the issue needed to be stopped in its tracks before it got worse.

    As the head of the enchantment coterie, Dorian had some say in the regulation of lyrium - or in its use there of in enchantments within the city limits and the surrounding areas. As soon as they had found the source of red lyrium just outside of the dragon reserve, Dorian had begun working on legislation for it, in an effort to head off those who would try to use it in the same way they used lyrium. This instance with the killer was just the first time he had seen it surface outside of the reserve.

    Dorian stood in his robes and cloak, high collar hiked up against the cold - for summer weather, Pandora had maintained its persistent winter weather - and waited for Wanda to show. He was sure she would, as he had tracked down a place of interest through rumors of an apartment along the coast having strange tenants according to the neighbors. He looked up at the row of cheap, run-down apartments and his eyes fell on the sea-tarnished brass number of #5. She should be here any minute...
     
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  2. Wanda Maximoff

    Wanda Maximoff Marvel Universe

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    Red lyrium in association with a serial murderer wasn't exactly what Wanda wanted to hear about when it came to calls from old friends... but she was glad that Dorian still thought he could rely on her. There was always something, of course, and if there was something she could actually make better instead of worsen, she always wanted to try. Helping to bring a killer to justice was refreshingly black and white compared to her last string of complicated events.

    She arrived at apartments sporting a thick jacket for the curious weather with long sleeves reaching past her knuckles. Sparing Dorian a slight knuckle-curling wave in greeting, she let a brief smile press over her lips before stepping forward.

    "Where are the—" Wanda glanced around, concern rising like a slow tide as her brows knit together. "Should there be police? Or a detective?" Were they the detectives? Dorian was a bureaucratic politician (or political bureaucrat, whichever way it worked), and Wanda was a park ranger with a brother under his own considerable police scrutiny. Speaking of, could it hurt her friend's reputation to be seen with her like this? Did that even matter? While she understood by then that little worked the usual way, she couldn't help but worry. About Dorian, about everything.

     
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  3. Dorian Pavus

    Dorian Pavus Dragon Age

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    Dorian looked up at the sound of footsteps being the only other sound other than the crashing of waves against cliffside in the distance. The chilly coastal air, combined with its dampness, brought him enough discomfort that he channeled through himself a low current of warm energy, pulling magic from the area immediately around him into him like invisible currents. It was how he had managed to survive in the South for so long with his Northern garments, much to the unspoken puzzlement of his friends.

    At the question of whether or not the authorities should be here, Dorian offered her a sheepish grin, that just ended up being a grimace. "I'm afraid this is off the books. You and I is all we really need. I doubt the guard will be much help with blood magic." he said, looking sideways at Wanda, who was looking around with worry. His expression dipped momentarily, but brightened quickly after.

    "Now don't get all dour on me, Wanda. Besides... this is more of a rumor we're following up on. It's a possibility that this is simply a dead end." he responded smoothly, covering up any trepidation with a sense of enthusiasm. Pulling his collar closer around him, he looked at the door to number 5.

    "After you? Or should I?"

     
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  4. Wanda Maximoff

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    Off the books. Exhaling slowly, Wanda was undecided on whether she felt better or worse for it. On the bright side, these days the presence of the guard tended to distract her attentions toward them like magnets rather than offering any productive incentive toward the actual work at hand. She trusted Dorian, and she trusted in his judgment; not much more needed to be said.

    "Let's just get this over with." To her credit, she managed to inject some brightness back into her voice as she flashed him a more optimistic smile, stepping right on over to the front of the door with paint chipping off from the edges. Her hand hovered over the knob for a hesitant moment, irises alighting in scarlet as she worked the lock mechanism without sound, without touch.

    All the while she attempted to glean a feel for whatever might still be inside. Her head lifted, her eyes drifting back toward her friend in silent indication that she detected something she couldn't quite make out. During prior correspondence it'd been established that the records indicated there weren't any occupants within the suite—and yet they'd do well to prepare for company.

    She waited for Dorian to process her signal, her meaningful glance at the closed off room, for him to indicate whether to halt or proceed...

    The lock clicked free, and the door creaked open.

     
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  5. Dorian Pavus

    Dorian Pavus Dragon Age

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    Dorian looked at her with a bit of shrewdness, as though he could see past her facade of projected happiness. He was going to ask her what the matter was - unless walking into a potential murderer's lair was what was actually bothering her, he doubted it was simply that. After all, he considered himself the master of faking it. But there was more at stake now, so he would prefer they focused on the present and he'd worry about digging into what was actually bothering her later.

    Dorian watched her curiously, as he always did when magic he was not capable of presented itself, and when his grey eyes caught her green, they exchanged the wordless meaning and Dorian just nodded, his previous enthusiasm disappearing and replaced by a focus.

    They entered the apartment together, and at first, he had to pause in the door way to adjust to the lower light. Nothing off-putting seemed to assail his senses at first. It was largely devoid of furniture, and what was there was old, unused and falling apart. Whomever had been here prior had left their junk behind. Something oddly metallic hit his nose, and it didn't take him long to register what it was - blood.

    That was when something moved at the end of the living room, and he brought his hand up, staff gripped, ready to unleash a blast - when he suddenly stopped and stared.

    "Cole?" he asked in disbelief, putting one hand out to stop Wanda, in case she was also ready to react. Of all the people...

    tag: @Cole
     
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  6. Cole

    Cole Dragon Age

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    Although he had been quite happy in Pandopolis, or at the very least managing, learning to live, but as he branched out and visited more places, he couldn't ignore the rumours that there was a murderer on the loose. That was what had brought him to the Crystal Vales, and more precisely the seaside town of Cascade Bay. There were other places where people were dying, savaged and slaughtered their lives wasted just because someone thought they could, killed to make themselves feel alive, powerful. Once had been very much like that, but he wasn't now. he had thought he had been helping, but there were better ways. he knew that now. That didn't mean he could forget, nor forgive himself.

    None of those had been found with the red stuff, lyrium that was angry, infected, feeding on living beings until all they could here was it's own song. Too long and anything living became red inside, dead and done. That and two words that had filled him with dread, hands clammy, a cold sweat forming on his brow. Blood magic. It happened here too, magic that hurt people, killed them and the used them to kill more. Not only that, but blood magic could summon demons, just like he had been once, pulled tormented and twisted until they weren't them anymore, broken, bound, like the Grey Wardens, but they in turn had lost themselves, hobbled and hollowed, mindless slaves in turn bound to The Elder One, Corypheus. If that was happening here too, or something like it. If there was a killer here, he needed to kill them back, before they summoned demons and especially hurt any more people.

    He had found this place by listening, words he shouldn't have heard and worries that he could sometimes here in the quiet and the dark. It was dark here too, daunting, death lingering. He didn't want to be here, but he had too. He had picked the lock and let himself in, the familiar metallic smell of blood, fear, begging in vain. He didn't think there was anyone here now though. Not alive.

    The spirit turned human made his way forward, the door clicking closed again behind him, relocked and trapping him. He whirled round, daggers in hand, but it was dark. He was used to hiding in shadow, and his eyes adjusted fairly quickly, but he saw nothing and no one. That didn't make it safe, so he kept his daggers, thankful that he was fast when he had to be. It then occurred to him that if no one was here then he didn't know how to find them. Unless he hid, waited for them to come back, meeting daggers in the dark. Then someone did.

    Crouching behind and old sofa, Cole gripped his daggers tighter, sensing something else from the other side of the now reopening door. Magic, or something like magic, but the song was different. There was also something vaguely familiar, and he tried to see. He shouldn't have worn his hat. It got in the way now that people could see him.

    Two shapes entered and he squinted, noticing that one of them carried a staff. It wasn't a blood mage though. It was someone he knew quite well from his own world. Someone who would never use blood magic like this.

    "Dorian!", he exclaimed a little too happily considering their surroundings and their reasons for being here. He hadn't expected to find anyone here he knew from The Inquisition in his own world. What was he doing here? He hoped he was here to help, but he knew for certain he wasn't who he was looking for. He didn't know about the woman, but she was with Dorian. He doubted she was the killer either.
     
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  7. Wanda Maximoff

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    Her hands had been poised to conjure a defense if need be, but the red wisps that had begun to encircle her fingertips stalled and dimmed as Dorian held his hand out. She looked to him quizzically, then to the one named Cole.

    Cole, Cole, Cole. Where had she heard that name? Also from Dorian. All of Wanda's knowledge of blood magic and tainted lyrium came from Dorian, just like all her knowledge of everything else from Dorian's all too colorful, high fantasy world. What once astonished her and took her breath away now only fascinated and intrigued, which wasn't too terrible of a demotion. To that end, her extended reaction to the floppy-hatted young man waiting for them in the since abandoned living room composed of little more than a hike of her dark brows and a blink.

    Relaxing in stance, her red wisps dissipated altogether as she slid her hands against one another. "Oh. You're Cole." Granted she didn't know much about Cole aside from the moments he and similar erstwhile companions appeared during smalltalk once upon a moon.

    An older form of Wanda's intrigue briefly returned, bubbling somewhat on the surface of consciousness as she felt a terrible curiosity ignite, in the urge to glimpse into the mind of the unlikely third to their party.

    She quickly pushed that aside. No more of that, she told herself time and time again. As far as she was concerned the thoughts of others were theirs and theirs alone no matter the circumstance.

    Clearing her throat, she attempted to break the ice, in her albeit clumsy way. "So... we're all investigating the same murderer... situation... right? What are the odds?" Still wide-eyed, but trying for a hint of a smile, she glanced for Dorian in hopes for further explanation.

     
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  8. Dorian Pavus

    Dorian Pavus Dragon Age

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    Dorian could not believe his eyes at first, but when the familiar figure moved towards them and spoke, Dorian knew for certain it was who he thought it was. The floppy hat and fringe of hair, the thin frame, and the boyish obvious manner of someone who doesn't pick up on environmental or social cues. But why was Cole here in the murder house?

    Cole had.... been known to kill people out of a sense of 'compassion', but he didn't take the spirit?man to be maliciously murderous in any way. When he wasn't digging into painful past memories, he was delightfully naive. It had been a good change of pace from the overly-serious members of the Inquisition - although, truth be told, Dorian was desperate for previous contacts that he would even accept the company of Solas, or Blackwall.

    "Cole." Dorian exclaimed back, although his voice was lowered and also wary. "Wanda. Cole. Cole. Wanda." he introduced quickly, trying to get them out of the way so he could ask the real question on his mind. "What... are you doing here?" he asked, hoping it was an innocent answer and not an incriminating one.
     
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  9. Cole

    Cole Dragon Age

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    The woman with Dorian wasn't a mage, at least not like Dorian, but the red magic quickly dissipated when she knew him from Dorian's head. Why red? He couldn't hear the red lyrium and she wasn't dying. Another magic then, different like everything in this world. Nothing sounded the same, the song like an orchestra, but all of them playing something different, bouncing off one another.

    "Yes, I'm Cole", he confirmed before hearing Dorian again, introducing them. So she was called Wanda? He glanced briefly as he felt her curiosity, wanting to see in, reaching out, hand hovering over the door ready to pull open the door. Then she stopped, opposed to intrusion. His thoughts were his. Maybe he should try not to look in her head either. It was hard, but he thought that maybe she wouldn't let him in, like Solas when he hid what was in his heart.

    From what she said, it seemed that they were all investigating the same thing, though Dorian wondered, hoped that he wasn't somehow involved.

    "I came because I heard, the old songs but wrong, twisted, corrupted", he began to explain, referring to the rumours of red lyrium that had initially brought him to the Crystal Vales. "Then death, people killed for blood magic, like The Grey Wardens at Adamant!" Once the thought of Adamant had filled him with dread, memories of the cupboard on the bad day still haunting his thoughts. Now he felt anger. The place should be torn down!

    Turning his gaze to the floor, he continued, a little calmer but deadly serious. "Someone is killing, using the blood to make themselves stronger. I came here to kill them back!" He could, should, but did that make it right? Two wrongs didn't make a right, but neither did indifference. They had to be stopped!
     
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