WHO: mine + various WHERE: around the ship WHEN: throughout the duration of the event WHAT: getting trapped, malfunctions, etc!! WARNINGS: nah not really
[ 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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...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.