RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[spellbent]

Not everyone is as open-minded as me.

[cultivations]

[ He drops his hand to his lap. ]

Yes, well, hurrah for the both of us.

Was there anything else I could explain?

[spellbent]

That's satisfactory for now.

Was there anything you needed?

[cultivations]

Other than to see the light of day? Nothing, really. I think I'm feeling well enough now that I don't require constant supervision.

[spellbent]

I'm thinking it's about time we headed somewhere warmer, anyway.

Does your head still give you trouble?

[cultivations]

[ He frowns a little, mostly to himself. ]

Only a little. It's fading, I think.

[ He's quick to wave it off with a hand, and his voice takes on a dismissive, light air. ]

Nothing to worry about, I should say. It will pass. In any case, I think you mentioned something about going somewhere warmer?

[spellbent]

If it gets worse, I expect you to tell me.

Yes, warmer. Do you have a preference?

[cultivations]

Anywhere but here, if you're taking requests.

[spellbent]

I'll figure something out in the next day or so. In the meantime, gather your things.

[cultivations]

Yes, of course. And you'll let me know if I can help with anything?

[spellbent]

Ah, before you go, I did have one more question for you.

Do you have any thoughts on the Randall wizard and his companions?

[cultivations]

[ He pauses at the doorway at the question, frowning a little, trying to recall the names--

Detective Jacob Randall. Kara Makenna. Rathen. Madigan. Charles Maxwell III.

--no, not Charles. He hates being called Charles. Charlie. And he likes it so much better when Dorian calls him ama--

He winces when that noise comes back, a hand instinctively going to his forehead. It's there and gone in a flash, the only sign of its passing being the slightly confused look that crosses Dorian's face, as though he had somehow forgotten what he was doing in the last few seconds. ]

I-- no, I don't believe I do. [ And his expression is bland when he glances over at Warren. ] Should I have?

[spellbent]

Just curious. We have a tendency to cross paths.

[cultivations]

"Cross paths." Not the most friendly of ways to put it. [ He rubs his forehead again, still frowning. ] I'm sorry I can't remember. Not exactly on good terms, I take it?

[spellbent]

Put simply? I want them all dead.

[cultivations]

[ He huffs out a laugh, mostly humorless. ]

I see.

[ Dorian looks up fully this time, and while he doesn't smile, his expression is soft, earnest. ]

You know I'll help you in whatever way I can, amatus.

[spellbent]

I know. [ he says it with a little smirk, a cold and wicked little thing ]

Thank you.

[cultivations]

Of course. Anything for you.

[ And then he leaves to assemble what sparse belongings he has here. ]