WHO: mine + various WHERE: around the ship WHEN: throughout the duration of the event WHAT: getting trapped, malfunctions, etc!! WARNINGS: nah not really
[ Just because he appears in better shape doesn't mean he actually is in better shape. Even in this Dorian is adapting as he always does to not let anyone see how out of sorts he really is.
Silently he watches Cullen for a few passing moments. For the most part, they all seem fine. They're just... floating. Which is more annoying than Dorian can really even say. And trust that were the situation less concerning, he would be complaining much more. Some papers flitter across Dorian and a book bumps into him from behind and it takes all of his willpower to not fuss over it and send himself into a tailspin.
Eventually, he does shift his gaze to the door. Under normal circumstances he knows he could get there without delay. Because of this however... Dorian questions what he can and can't do. He does soon figure out a way that might work. Because Dorian tends to think his ideas are all good ones, he believes this to be one as well. ]
I suppose we shall see, yes? Though, I do have cause to wonder if this is something that happens to occur while on a vessel while sailing through nothing.
[ Not that it's necessary, but it's Dorian and he's Dorian, he pushes up his sleeves a bit before holding his hands behind himself. There are a few small popping sounds as he uses some Force magic to make the attempt to propel himself toward the door. It seems to be working, for the most part, and Dorian even manages to get himself more upright than he was before.
Which is, of course, when he uses a little too much and winds up crashing nose first into the door. He huffs, put out by that but pretends it didn't happen. He pushes against the door itself, trying to somehow pry it open but... nothing seems to be happening. He pushes the buttons on the little keypad but that doesn't appear to be working, either.
Dorian sniffs then clears his throat before he gives Cullen a look over his shoulder. ]
I don't wish to alarm you, but it appears we are stuck in here.
[ It's a clever application of magic, and even though Cullen cannot sense it anymore, some marrow-deep part of him recognizes when Dorian uses it. There's just the faintest gleam of approval in his eyes as he watches him sail toward the door. This is likely part of the reason that Dorian is now a magister. Cullen doubts very much that a fool would hold a seat for long in magisterium, if one might even earn it in the first place.
He doesn't wince when Dorian crashes into the door, but some inward part of him recoils in sympathy. He's taken a blow across the face often enough to know it doesn't feel pleasant. Though he hadn't been going overly fast, so perhaps the collision doesn't hurt too terribly. ]
What? [ It's practically startled out of him. Cullen goes to move toward the door himself, but ends up only uselessly treading air. ] Surely that cannot be.
[ The proof, however, is right before his eyes. If Dorian had been able to get it open, he would have done so. Nothing changes, exactly, but Cullen still feels the icy prickle of dread to hear that they're trapped there. The walls seem awfully close all of a sudden. ]
Your magic? [ Dorian isn't stupid, as Cullen well knows, yet he finds himself asking the obvious anyway, his voice just a little tight. ] Might an application of Force pry open the doors?
[ Dorian wets his lips and stares at the door for more than just a few passing moments. He does glance back over at Cullen, briefly, before turning back to the door again. Granted, Dorian knows his magic very well and knows the magic of Thedas very well. But, this?
...There are far too many different things here that he doesn't know how anything might react. He doesn't know how everything will react to his magic or the magic currently happening right now. ]
I cannot claim yes or no. But, it's certainly worth a try.
[ Because surely he can figure this out! Surely Dorian can find a way to fix this and counter these effects! It's a little difficult to maintain his posture and has to tone down his display exponentially in order to get anything done. He doesn't believe Force will help much, but keeps it in mind. A hand is pressed to the door and he heats it quickly. Fire cuts through metal and these doors are some form of it. That might work, right?
So he thinks. But, apparently, he's quite wrong. Nothing really happens with that beyond heating the door too hot he nearly melts his clothes. From there he gets the idea to freeze it rapidly in hopes that the quick change in temperature will make it brittle, then apply the Force.
Turns out that doesn't really work either and just sends Dorian tumbling through the air back across the room. When he stops he's mid-tumble and upside-down. He sighs and eventually rights himself, glaring murder at the door. ]
Right, so. [ He lifts a hand, fussing with the curl of one side of his mustache. Admitting defeat is rather annoying and he doesn't like it. ] I don't believe that is going to work as intended.
[ Cullen watches as closely as he can, the flickering shadows and the uncontrolled floating spin making keeping his eyes on Dorian and what he's doing harder than usual. He's not an overly optimistic man, he's seen too much to be that, but this is no ordinary southern Circle trained mage, half afraid of wielding power. This is Dorian, eminently confident, better trained than even the best of the southern First Enchanters, and extraordinarily powerful. This is a Tevinter magister.
If Dorian cannot do this, likely no one can.
When said Tevinter magister goes flying back through the air after a burst of power—Cullen can still feel the faintest echo of the magic deep inside his bones, like a fleeting glimpse of shadow from the corner of his eyes—he realizes that they're well and truly trapped. And that sends the tendrils of panic racing through his body, icy cold and dreadfully tight as they wrap around him.
The four walls that surround them seem closer than they were an instant ago. The air seems thicker. The ceiling lower. ]
We're trapped here? [ Thankfully, his voice remains relatively calm, though it grows tighter by tiny increments as he speaks. ] In this small room?
[ Something is definitely amiss. Cullen may not be screaming the issue, but Dorian can figure it out easily enough by the context clues.
It's just a shame he can't do much about it since they're confined to the area until something can be figured out. Dorian knows better than to make this situation into something bigger by pointing it out. So, he'll do a bit of creative talking to help things get away from the bad and back to the good.
Or, at least, semi-decent while they're trapped in space.
Dorian makes a thoughtful sort of noise as if there's something to properly contemplate. ]
I would more liken it to simply a new way of spending time together!
[ Because floating around with no gravity is certainly new for Dorian. ]
[Theoretically, no. Having an excuse to spend the day with a friend is not a waste of a day. And perhaps it would be interesting to explore precisely what is going on with the air in here with someone as clever as Dorian. But Cullen can't really recognize any of that right now. Or see it as an opportunity.
All he knows is that he's trapped in a small space and that the powerful mage with him can't get them out of it.
It's like a crawling beneath his skin. The lack of exits itch. It feels suffocating. Like his skin is too small for his body and he's going to go mad trapped inside of it. ]
Dorian, I... [ Part of him wants to panic. The prideful part of him won't allow it. Not when someone is present to watch him do it. Not when he might be needed to help them escape their predicament. He doesn't want to have to admit it, but at the same time, he believes that Dorian deserves to know that he may not be as reliable as he ought to be. Just in case. ] I'm afraid I don't do very well in enclosed spaces.
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Silently he watches Cullen for a few passing moments. For the most part, they all seem fine. They're just... floating. Which is more annoying than Dorian can really even say. And trust that were the situation less concerning, he would be complaining much more. Some papers flitter across Dorian and a book bumps into him from behind and it takes all of his willpower to not fuss over it and send himself into a tailspin.
Eventually, he does shift his gaze to the door. Under normal circumstances he knows he could get there without delay. Because of this however... Dorian questions what he can and can't do. He does soon figure out a way that might work. Because Dorian tends to think his ideas are all good ones, he believes this to be one as well. ]
I suppose we shall see, yes? Though, I do have cause to wonder if this is something that happens to occur while on a vessel while sailing through nothing.
[ Not that it's necessary, but it's Dorian and he's Dorian, he pushes up his sleeves a bit before holding his hands behind himself. There are a few small popping sounds as he uses some Force magic to make the attempt to propel himself toward the door. It seems to be working, for the most part, and Dorian even manages to get himself more upright than he was before.
Which is, of course, when he uses a little too much and winds up crashing nose first into the door. He huffs, put out by that but pretends it didn't happen. He pushes against the door itself, trying to somehow pry it open but... nothing seems to be happening. He pushes the buttons on the little keypad but that doesn't appear to be working, either.
Dorian sniffs then clears his throat before he gives Cullen a look over his shoulder. ]
I don't wish to alarm you, but it appears we are stuck in here.
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He doesn't wince when Dorian crashes into the door, but some inward part of him recoils in sympathy. He's taken a blow across the face often enough to know it doesn't feel pleasant. Though he hadn't been going overly fast, so perhaps the collision doesn't hurt too terribly. ]
What? [ It's practically startled out of him. Cullen goes to move toward the door himself, but ends up only uselessly treading air. ] Surely that cannot be.
[ The proof, however, is right before his eyes. If Dorian had been able to get it open, he would have done so. Nothing changes, exactly, but Cullen still feels the icy prickle of dread to hear that they're trapped there. The walls seem awfully close all of a sudden. ]
Your magic? [ Dorian isn't stupid, as Cullen well knows, yet he finds himself asking the obvious anyway, his voice just a little tight. ] Might an application of Force pry open the doors?
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...There are far too many different things here that he doesn't know how anything might react. He doesn't know how everything will react to his magic or the magic currently happening right now. ]
I cannot claim yes or no. But, it's certainly worth a try.
[ Because surely he can figure this out! Surely Dorian can find a way to fix this and counter these effects! It's a little difficult to maintain his posture and has to tone down his display exponentially in order to get anything done. He doesn't believe Force will help much, but keeps it in mind. A hand is pressed to the door and he heats it quickly. Fire cuts through metal and these doors are some form of it. That might work, right?
So he thinks. But, apparently, he's quite wrong. Nothing really happens with that beyond heating the door too hot he nearly melts his clothes. From there he gets the idea to freeze it rapidly in hopes that the quick change in temperature will make it brittle, then apply the Force.
Turns out that doesn't really work either and just sends Dorian tumbling through the air back across the room. When he stops he's mid-tumble and upside-down. He sighs and eventually rights himself, glaring murder at the door. ]
Right, so. [ He lifts a hand, fussing with the curl of one side of his mustache. Admitting defeat is rather annoying and he doesn't like it. ] I don't believe that is going to work as intended.
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If Dorian cannot do this, likely no one can.
When said Tevinter magister goes flying back through the air after a burst of power—Cullen can still feel the faintest echo of the magic deep inside his bones, like a fleeting glimpse of shadow from the corner of his eyes—he realizes that they're well and truly trapped. And that sends the tendrils of panic racing through his body, icy cold and dreadfully tight as they wrap around him.
The four walls that surround them seem closer than they were an instant ago. The air seems thicker. The ceiling lower. ]
We're trapped here? [ Thankfully, his voice remains relatively calm, though it grows tighter by tiny increments as he speaks. ] In this small room?
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It's just a shame he can't do much about it since they're confined to the area until something can be figured out. Dorian knows better than to make this situation into something bigger by pointing it out. So, he'll do a bit of creative talking to help things get away from the bad and back to the good.
Or, at least, semi-decent while they're trapped in space.
Dorian makes a thoughtful sort of noise as if there's something to properly contemplate. ]
I would more liken it to simply a new way of spending time together!
[ Because floating around with no gravity is certainly new for Dorian. ]
It's not a terribly bad way to waste the day.
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All he knows is that he's trapped in a small space and that the powerful mage with him can't get them out of it.
It's like a crawling beneath his skin. The lack of exits itch. It feels suffocating. Like his skin is too small for his body and he's going to go mad trapped inside of it. ]
Dorian, I... [ Part of him wants to panic. The prideful part of him won't allow it. Not when someone is present to watch him do it. Not when he might be needed to help them escape their predicament. He doesn't want to have to admit it, but at the same time, he believes that Dorian deserves to know that he may not be as reliable as he ought to be. Just in case. ] I'm afraid I don't do very well in enclosed spaces.