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[flashystyle]

●●○○○ THESA

Dorian Pavus
@sparkler (33), Tevinter, Thedas

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I WAS A: Incredibly privileged know-it-all with a family complex. I got better.

I'M SKILLED IN: Talking about myself excessively. Calling everyone names. Also, some magic and archiving.

I'M LOOKING FOR: A way to stop feeling so helpless in the absence of home.

ALSO, I'M: Very tired. All the time.

Comments

[flashystyle]

It’s such an incredibly simple name for a simple man. Hard to forget. I also saw a Steve in less fortunate circumstances recently, who I wouldn’t blame for having trouble sleeping.

[revlon]

You were part of the team that rescued him?

[flashystyle]

Yes. I'm rather surprised a man like that needed rescuing.

[revlon]

[ She happens to agree. Which is why she's so concerned that they managed it. ]

It seems they were prepared for anything and everyone.

What can you tell me about the rescue? The circumstances you found them in?

[flashystyle]

That isn't something I'd like to go into detail over the phone, my snoring stranger. I'd much rather do so in person.

[revlon]

All right. With whom am I speaking?

[flashystyle]

Dorian Pavus, of Olympia. And you?

[revlon]

Peggy Carter, and the same. Captain Rogers and I come from the same world so I have a particular interest in understanding what happened to him here.

[flashystyle]

I'd already assumed you had a particular interest, judging by the fact you bed him. Has he spoken of it himself?

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[revlon]

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give her a second, dorian

good lord ]

[revlon]

Not really. And far be it from me to press the issue when he isn't ready to speak on it, but I can't help if I don't know what we're up against.

[flashystyle]

[DON'T BE SO SENSITIVE...]

Well, I can't speak of it over the phone because I can't recounting it sober. There's a delightful little cafe on the corner between the Market and the Residential districts. Join me there.

[revlon]

Fair enough.

I'm familiar. Let's say — [ 1500 she almost types, then realises that isn't universal. ] — mid-afternoon at the table outside. How will I recognise you?

[flashystyle]

My looks match my stunning personality. You'll know from the moment you lay eyes on me..

Also, I'll be sitting by the window.

[revlon]

I'm sure I'll sense your confidence radiating down the block.

Until then, Mr Pavus.

[flashystyle]

Dorian, Ms. Carter. Mr Pavus sounds like I'm decrepit.

[And in mid-afternoon, Dorian arrives nursing an Olympian version of irish coffee. It didn't really occur to him to ask how he'll be able to identify Peggy, he seems to be smiling pleasantly at everyone that passes by. Apparently, he figured Steve could have whoever he wants... which, well, isn't wrong.]

[revlon]

[ She'd been counting on identifying him as anyone else might — someone looking and waiting for someone else. But he's giving off the impression to everyone. No matter; the table is enough of a hint and it's a quiet enough afternoon that there aren't very many people seated at the café, or indeed, outside of it.

Peggy arrives not long after in a silk blouse and dark, high-waisted trousers. No Olympian fashion for her here, nor the all-black uniform of the Royal Guard she's a part of. She's not here in any official capacity and she'd rather not draw attention so soon after the recent troubles. What may be the most identifying feature is, in fact, the swathe of bandages wrapped up her right arm from hand to just above the elbow. ]

Dorian, I presume? [ she asks, politely approaching the table. She extends her left hand to shake; despite the injuries, she's managed to keep her nail polish as impeccable as her lipstick and hair. ] Peggy Carter, we spoke earlier.

[flashystyle]

You presume much. [Dorian says sternly, in jest, but also perhaps in poor taste. He himself is dressed in Olympian attire to draw attention off of himself—well, he would, in theory, if it weren't so extravagant. White jacket with gold cuffs, swirling gold embroidery, excessive rings and necklaces, very much looking the part of a stuck-up nobleman.

However, all of it is to distract from the fact bandages creep from beneath his collar. He lets up almost immediately after catching a glance at her other arm, placing his glass down to rise to his feet and shake her hand firmly.] You strike quite the figure, Peggy Carter.

[revlon]

[ Her lips quirk in a smile, amused despite its brevity. She's not put off in the least. ]

As do you. May I?

[ She asks, only before taking the seat opposite him. There are days, particularly when she's working on more discreet assignments, when she adopts the local attire as easily as anything else. They are all from disparate worlds and the Nysans only know them as refugees, so the choice to blend in or stand out is malleable. Dorian looks every bit the Olympian noble and she wouldn't have guessed he was anything but, had they not 'met' on the network to begin with.

Her gaze flickers to the bandages then back up to his eyes. ]

Are you well?

[ It's pleasantly said, nothing more than a polite inquiry. It's barely been two weeks since the rescue teams were sent out and everyone is coping, recovering in their own ways. ]