( OPEN )

[classification]

WHO: locus + YOU ; also assorted mine + others
WHERE: bajiKHAAAAAANN
WHEN: thru the event
WHAT: a bunch of rando things
WARNINGS: nothing off the top of my head, will edit if necessary


( SUPERBIA )

[ At first, he thinks this whole thing is stupid. Locus tells himself to just stay on the ship and keep to his own business. There's no reason to go down there at all. Besides, he's been to pleasure type planets before and has absolutely no interest.

And then, he reads the information.

Because he's Locus and because he's paranoid, he makes a rather odd picture. For the better part of the morning, there is a rather tall ( as in 6'5" ) man lurking around the district in full armor. Perhaps it's a little ridiculous, but Locus doesn't trust anyone—let alone people here in some alleged anomaly fleet. It's all a load of bullshit as far as he's concerned.

However, toward late afternoon, the armor will be mysteriously gone and Locus will be wandering the district. He seems like a rather non-descript sort of fellow—just loitering around from here to there. Because now he can wander and blend in with the crowd as he's gotten his hands on some micro-tech to hide the scar on his face.

Which is why he feels little shame in ducking into what looks to be a promising day spa with little foot traffic at this time of day. Or even that fancy looking barber shop. Because, hey, sometimes a mercenary who's just been through hell and back deserves a little pampering. And, Locus, being one who never does this, believes that it might be time. ]

( LUXURIA )

[ This is a ridiculous place to be, Locus knows that. And yet he finds himself touring the district for some unknown reason. It's uncomfortable and he sees little point to the way people are behaving, but he's not judging.

Much.

Well, all right. He's not openly saying anything, but the judgment is all too clear by the slightly pinched look on his face.

Eventually, he comes to the beach and that gives him pause. He can see people milling about and enjoying themselves in the water, on the sand, in the bars. He can also see everything. Quite literally. They're all naked and seem to have no issue at all with that or anyone else. It's... odd? Don't these people have any shame????

Yet only minutes later, Locus finds himself on that beach and—well, he's not quite enjoying himself, but it's a close approximation of that as he lounges on a chair near the water or wanders along the bars and shops that welcome nudie patrons. Except, he does have the decency to cover up with a modest towel during that time. He's giving it his best shot to not feel awkward skulking around nearly naked in various places. At one point he does stop at a certain bar that is mostly open facing the sea and it's quiet with no blaring music with a heavy bass and people mostly are leaving each other alone.

Which means that, yes, that seat next to him is open! ]

( AVARITIA )

[ If there's one thing that Locus lowkey appreciates and doesn't really talk about is fine attire. Usually he prefers the protection of his armor, but when doing jobs that don't require it, he's in a suit nine out of ten times. He just likes them. ( Maybe because at least one part of him should be put together well... )

So, he procures more than several in the luxury shops here. Grabs a few accessories to go along with because why not make the whole ensemble match well? Once night hits, he does treat himself to nice dinners tucked away in a back corner of a restaurant then hits the casinos. He doesn't need the money ( because it's not really important to him ), but he knows that it can't hurt to have extra laying around when he needs to get information.

And considering he's at a loss as to what's really going on here? Money can only talk. So, hey, wanna blow on those dice for good luck?? ]

Comments

[stubble]

[ There is no pain in that healed patch of skin. Dorian may not be a healer by trade or inclination, but he's adept at the healing arts that he does practice. Cullen would not effusively praise him for this—he knows better, Dorian's got a large enough ego as it is—but he is confident that the worst of the damage can be healed. It doesn't need to be, certainly he's withstood worse and for longer, though if the offer is there he isn't fool enough to turn it down.

The next touch to the bruise on his face is not quite so pleasant, but he doesn't flinch away from it. He simply lifts his eyes to meet Dorian's and the scarred side of his mouth curves upward almost automatically. ]

I'll have you know I was quite responsible. [ He says it with mock offense that sounds wholly fake. ] My elder sister, on the other hand, might disagree. Though I cannot profess to have sought out trouble.

[ No, all he ever sought was to become a templar. Which perhaps is trouble of another sort, now that he thinks about it. ]

I simply enjoyed spending time alone. My siblings could be rather loud and I always appreciated the quiet. [ A beat. There's no guilt when he continues. ] Seeking a quiet place to read may have led me to shirk my chores once or twice.

[ Cullen Rutherford: Honnleath's most wild, uncontrollable hellion. ]

[curled]

[ True, Dorian does have a large ego, but that doesn't negate the want for praise. Everyone likes hearing they've done a good job! Especially when they aren't as skilled in a particular area. But, it's fine!! He'll remember this transgression!!

Anyway. He continues to push the healing magic through to help with subduing the pain and clearing everything up. It's second nature to him to not even concentrate on the magic he's doing beyond making sure to keep himself steady. Comes with being a gifted mage!!

Dorian just hums in response at first, using his imagination to fill in little Cullen Rutherford fleeing from his responsibilities to hide away in a barn to read. Granted, it's a bit difficult to imagine the Cullen he knows as a carefree child, but Doran fancies his imagination can run with the best of them. So, he gives it a good try. ]

Now the truth is out in why you chose that drafty tower instead of somewhere more accessible within the fortress proper! [ Dorian wags his finger on his free hand. ] The peace and quiet. Perhaps I should have visited more often!

[ Then, almost a quiet grumble under his breath; ]

A blasted rookery above a library! Because that makes sense!

[ But, he's not bitter or anything. Moving on... ]

I find it difficult to imagine you, of all people, would shirk your duties. Are you telling truths?

[stubble]

[ Cullen will never understand why Leliana chose to put the rookery above the library. It wasn't as if Skyhold lacked for rooms with multiple openings in the roof. And situated as it was, it was not conveniently placed for moving about the castle, whether openly or in secrecy.

At the question, he arches an eyebrow, half in jest and half in serious inquiry. ]

Do I often speak in falsehoods? [ It's a rhetorical question. He doesn't pause long enough for Dorian to answer it. ] Adherence to the duty I choose is not quite the same as those others try to force upon me. As a child, I believed my time better spent in learning and training than in housework or farmwork. My family did not entirely agree with me.

[ He cocks his head, studying Dorian with something both curious and a little teasing in his expression. While he knows better than to believe the illusion that Dorian is nothing but an irresponsible troublemaker, he also knows better than to believe that he doesn't enjoy a bit of mischief now and again. ]

I cannot quite picture you the sort to find joy in menial chores and domestic tasks either.