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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

saturday (10) survivors Something is different. You can feel it in the air: an ominous presence that weighs down the ship like it's underwater. Try as you might, you can't escape the feeling that you're being watched, the sensation of someone just out of view tailing you. Tensions are high, and paranoia grows with it. You feel it more than see it, and that's what warps your perception of the ship. Is it darker? Are the lights dimming? Who is it that calls out to you? Why is it so cold? Who can you trust? The distinct sensation of not knowing who your back is to wraps around you. There is one thing you can trust in, however; though you feel exposed, you are not alone. Mother is here for you. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[qundercover]

[Okay well he's got a barrier now, so he can take a whirlwind hit and keep going for now - backing up enough so that the wild swings might miss. This time he's going for the legs. Hard to puppet something if he disables its locomotion here, right.]

Yeah, yeah, of course - always the classic "none of you understand him" speech. Listen, Vint, soon as I'm done with myself over here, you're next.

[tevinteriscoming]

[He manages to get a nasty swing in at the leg, leaving the corpse staggering - but Bull should know by now that he isn't exactly an easy guy to kill. He's limping, and hurt, but that only makes him more dangerous. Even on the bad leg, he'll try to charge him - sure, he can probably dodge, but he may not have noticed the fire mines that were just laid down on his blind side.]

If you understand him so well, then you know that the boy cared for nothing but his own selfish desires, and he would have let them destroy him if he hadn't been stopped. He can do so much more like this. The corruption in Tevinter runs deep; a corrupt man could never hope to stand up to it.

[qundercover]

[He hasn't - he steps aside from the charge, and is rocked back by the force of the fire mines. The barrier is enough to take care of most of it, leaving him only lightly crispy instead of fully toasted, but it's gone now. He isn't going to grace Alexius' monologuing with any more banter, the dude has heard what's coming for him. Bull drops one of the axes and charges back into the fray - one two handed swing to try and take Brainless Bull down with one final stroke, ready for any strikes back that might happen. A risky move. He's not an easy guy to kill, but he has the advantage here now.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[The swing hits, catching the corpse Bull in the neck. It stumbles back and, leg giving out from under it, falls, but not before it tries one last swing, slicing wildly at him as he goes down.

Still, he doesn't have much room to take a breather - once Bull goes down, he has to deal with Dorian, laying out more fire mines around him, between him and Alexius.]

[qundercover]

[Well fuck you too, dead guy Bull. He gets the axe slice across the chest - not too deep a cut, but enough to look nasty. Nothing that would slow down a Reaver, for now. Bull kicks his now newly dead again self to try and trigger one of the fire mines - and throws the axe full force at Alexius.

This is why he brought a backup.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[You know what? It's getting late, and honestly, this feels like a fitting end for Alexius. Dream Alexius. The axe hits him and he's knocked to the ground with it lodged in his chest.

Once Alexius is down, Dorian begins to stagger; a little lucidity seems to be coming back to his expression. But he isn't done yet - the air crackles with electricity as Dorian strikes with chain lightning.]

[qundercover]

[He has no time to celebrate how fucking awesome that was because Dorian is ruining this magical moment with . . . magic lightning. He takes the hit but he's so amped up he's hard to slow down at this point. It's going to take more than violent electrical shock.

He sees Addie going for one of the crystals and takes the hint - aiming for another one to break it.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[With two crystals down now, the red glow in Dorian's chest is flickering, fading in and out. He flings fire mines to try to stop Bull from reaching the third one, but if he manages to get close enough, he can take a swing. Still, Dorian is coming back to consciousness, and he seems to be in pain, clutching his chest as it turns back to blackened rot.]

Stop this! Please, you must stop! Don't touch that!

[qundercover]

[He's deep in battlemode - not really ready to hear any heartfelt pleas to not destroy the obviously evil influence over Dorian. He doesn't pause until after the swing is completed, now that he knows fire mines are coming he's watching for them at least and barrelling through.]

We're getting out of this dream, and you're coming with us.

[tevinteriscoming]

[There's a pained gasp when he strikes the crystal, and his words are snappish.]

Look at me! Can't you see this is killing me?

[He actually looks. Pretty terrible. With three crystals destroyed, the red light illuminating his scars is gone, and the light in his chest faint and flickering. But the rot that came up in the earlier memories, that's still there. It seems to be spreading; he drops his staff to clutch at his chest with both hands, but it's flowing out from between his fingers, dark, dark red like congealed blood.]

Leave me be!

[qundercover]

[He knows it's not smart to approach with the last crystal still place - the pleading is most definitely a trap, but. No one ever accused him of being a good Qunari, especially when it comes to Dorian. Moving closer, to try and talk to him.]

We can't leave you here, you know that. Fought too hard to get here. Come on, concentrate - you aren't dying. Get that big bitch out of your head.

[tevinteriscoming]

[While he's approaching, Addie takes out the last crystal. Dorian collapses to the ground, dark liquid pooling on the floor beneath him.]

[qundercover]

[Moving over to him, gently lifting him so at least he doesn't drown in a puddle of his own nightmare fuel.]

You still with us, kadan?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Still trying to hold all of it in, his palms pressed tightly over his heart, but letting himself be manhandled. He's disoriented - he isn't exactly sure what happened or what's going on, but everything that happened is beginning to come back.]

Bull? I'm - I'm sorry. I've - I'm not certain why -

[qundercover]

[Well, he's still probably pretty fragile, but it's been too long since he's seen him in person - even if it is still technically a nightmare illusion. Pulling him into a hug. Like that might help the idea settle.]

Illusions. Demons. That Queen is fucking with everyone - you're alright though, we've got you now.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Not hugging back, just remaining curled in on himself.]

I don't know what you mean. Alexius, and my father -

[qundercover]

Both fake. It's an illusion - you remember the Cradle? We pulled you out of that one too. You can shake this one off. You remember me, obviously. Clearly this shit isn't going down, not like I'd let it happen.

[tevinteriscoming]

I suppose. [He doesn't really remember it, no. But the words make some sense to him.] Yes, I suppose that none of this is very. Well. Realistic.

[Pulling away from the hug a little, just so he can try to remove his hands where they're holding his heart in place; they still come away wet with dark blood, but he's looking at it curiously instead of in panic.]

[qundercover]

[Looking at it too, but trying not to make too many judgments.]

Demons don't tend to think about constructing something believable generally. More just meant to make you panic and think you're going to die from a blood ritual.

[tevinteriscoming]

No, that's not what this is. The blood ritual was - ah, but does it matter? Not at all.

[He can see now exactly which heartstrings all of this was constructed to tug at. That doesn't mean it isn't succeeding, but the act of observing it clinically is making it more bearable. Some sort of rot in his heart that his father and Alexius wanted to cure - all right. Okay. Fuck that, though. He takes a deep breath and lets it spill out, uncaring.]

Quite enough of that. Give me a moment, I'll bring this to an end.

[qundercover]

[Bull sits back himself for a minute, as the buzzing in his head from the imperfect resurrection returns in full force now that adrenaline isn't fueling him entirely. He feels a little weak, though he'd never admit it. He will admit he will miss that very cool dream axe.]

If it helps, I'll still be here when you leave this time.

[tevinteriscoming]

It helps.

[Dorian shoots him a crooked, tired smile, but nothing more; he wants to concentrate on getting rid of the illusion. He places each of his hands on Bull's forearms, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and focuses, as he's been taught to do when dealing with dreams of the Fade. The illusion begins to vanish around him, the dark room giving way to the biolab and his bloodied hands clean.

It takes only a minute before it's gone. He notes the cool, stale air of the ship and, without opening his eyes, leans forward and rests his forehead against his chest, soaking in how solid that presence is that he had expected to vanish with the dream.]

Better? Tell me if you see any stray metaphors lying about I've neglected to do away with.

[qundercover]

[This is romantic, but Dorian is definitely face to face with Bull's mild but sexy injury - it turns out one or two stray metaphors might be a little more permanent. Bull doesn't seem to mind it, or really even notice it. He lets his face rest on top of Dorian's head, because it's nice to feel so physically present again here. It was all too infuriatingly brief the last time.]

Better. Think you managed to mop most of 'em up.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Ugh. Well, he may have just recovered from a nightmare and also have been reunited with Bull after a month, but he doesn't want blood in his hair. Pulling away and frowning at it, but not much. He's got a worse one.

He's suddenly aware that there are other people around them, and that sets him mildly panicking; he's uncomfortable with PDA. Habits long ingrained that if he were going to do this sort of thing, he absolutely must not be caught, and the sort of consequences the many times he has been caught. Much worse when it's this, being a romantic rather than merely hedonist; he'd rather be caught out as a degenerate than he would as a fool.

But the aftertaste of his nightmare is still with him, intended to shame him, instead, making him defiant. He has many flaws, of that he is aware, but this, this isn't one of them. This isn't wrong, it isn't some sort of rot to be excised. The phantom itch of the shame he's supposed to feel, that this nightmare was intended to tug on, is still there, and will probably always be there, but it isn't real. And he doesn't want to allow his father the power to deny him this.

A real, genuine, open-hearted smile for him, for this man who cared for him so unreservedly and deserves nothing but the same.]

So, here at last, are you? Better late than never, I suppose.

[And tugging his face down into a kiss.]