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[selfpraise]

[Dorian's making this post from some corner of the library he's claimed for himself. Piles and piles of books can be seen in the background and he also holds one in his hand although he chucks it to one side as the video starts.]

That had to be the quietest party I've ever attended. Not a single death and no one's reputation torn to shreds. Formal events such as this swearing in should have more of high society tearing into each other because how else do you get over the tedium of smiling politely all night?

I suppose the identity game was meant to be the entertainment, but that's a little too Orlesian for my tastes.

[There's a pause as he stares at something out of view, someone walking past who can't believe that he isn't trying to keep his voice down to a whisper. But they don't say anything so Dorian continues on.]

Now where was I? Ah, yes. Change is inevitable and I thought the level of technology would be the only thing I needed to get used to, but if the parties are going to be a lot less bloody then I'd like to know what else I should expect. Keep in mind personal hygiene is still optional to a large number of people back in my world. [He wrinkles his nose in distaste at the thought of people like Blackwall.]

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[selfpraise]

[He glances at his surroundings.]

It only looks impressive, most of these are drivel.

[He has high standards.]

[ursawhiner]

Like... romance novels?

[His voice is as disgusted as a twelve year old boy's ever gets.]

[selfpraise]

Exactly! No one needs that many in a library.

[Although his response is due more to the poor quality of most romance novels as opposed to a child's disgust over cooties.]

[ursawhiner]

I guess someone has to be reading them if they have so many... People like my sister, maybe.

[All those glittery vampire books...]

[selfpraise]

Does your sister have tragically poor taste?

[Dorian may be an only child, but he can guess this is sibling dislike at work here.]

[ursawhiner]

I think it's just different. Doesn't mean I have to understand it.

[He kind of admires that when Mabel goes into something, she does it wholeheartedly.]

[selfpraise]

There is a difference between differing tastes and poor tastes. The kind of romance novels found here are firmly in the latter category.

[ursawhiner]

I'm definitely not going to be the one to tell her that.

[selfpraise]

[He smirks.]

Scared?

[ursawhiner]

Dude, she has a grappling hook.

[He knows which twin is the muscle and which one is the brains.]

[selfpraise]

Oh one of those.

[Fondness for romance and wields a dangerous weapon? Just like Cassandra.]

But as you know, brain beats brawn any day.

[ursawhiner]

Doesn't mean brawn can't give the brain a couple bruises.

[selfpraise]

Talk with the Iron Bull then, he's a big guy with horns and I'm sure he'd love to teach you a thing or two.

[ursawhiner]

Horns...? Like a manotaur?

[He's so excited his voice is squeaking a little.]

[selfpraise]

Like a Qunari, I have no idea what a manotaur is.

[ursawhiner]

It's kind of like a man-bull? The top half is a bull with big horns, but they have human bodies. And they're super manly. Thus, manotaur.

[selfpraise]

[That actually sounds about right.]

Yes, like that. You'll definitely know him when you see him.

[ursawhiner]

Are you guys friends? Should I say you sent me?

[selfpraise]

We're acquainted and you can say that. He'll understand.

[Dorian's aware that most of their problems are of Dorian's own making.]

[ursawhiner]

Sure. I'm Dipper, by the way.

[selfpraise]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dipper. I'm Dorian.

[ursawhiner]

Nice to meet you!


Thanks for not asking about my name.

[selfpraise]

[He knows a guy who calls himself the Iron Bull, it's not that weird.]

I wasn't aware that I was meant to.

[ursawhiner]

Most people are kind of curious.

[selfpraise]

As names go, it's not that unusual to me.