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[ He could keep his composure through all this...madness. Surely. He was convinced, at first, as he awoke in his little capsule and had his first look around the bay, that he was in some part of the Fade, that somehow he'd entered again, but the solidity of the terrain as he'd cautiously stepped through the water, clutching the box he'd woken with and rubbing the strange fatigue from his eyes, told him another story. There was no ambient temptation or fear, nothing to suggest this was the realm of some demon or other. Nor, though, was there any indication he'd been kidnapped. He didn't have any sore spots on his head or anything that would suggest he'd been physically subdued, and no strange tastes or smells hovering about to suggest magic had been used. The lighted ramps seemed to be directing him upward and while he's explored enough ancient elvhen ruins to know they're probably leading to some sort of impending doom, it beat letting his new, Antivan leather boots soak up anymore of whatever water he was currently standing in. He takes a moment to straighten his robes before steeling his nerves, smoothing his hair with his free hand, and starting up the center ramp.

He didn't have a staff, that was true, but he'd strained in casting without a focus. It was harder, but also more impressive, something he took pride in. He'd be lying to himself along with whomever might have been watching (what a silly thought) if he tried to convince himself he wasn't nervous as the mouth of the corridor opened on to the street above. A city, then, but one the likes of which he'd never seen. He starts whenever Weiss' message appears on its dias, and he nearly hurls a fireball at it's face before he laughs nervously. ]

Ah, a recorded message. Very clever.

[ But he allows the recording, from which he notes with a confused look he detects no magic, to finish it's message. Armed now with more questions than answers (isn't that always the case?) he moves to the side, where the maps are to be acquired, and he takes one before pushing the other things collected on the stand aside and to the ground to make room to unpack this box he's been given. Any passers-by will come upon a very smartly dressed mage in leathers and belted robes of white and royal blue standing at the map stand, pamphlets scattered across the pavement near him, reading the information he's been provided.]

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[ When the audio begins transmitting, the voice, cultured and crisp in accent, is clearly mocking in tone, though it's apparent after just a moment, he's not talking to the network at large.

At first, the his voice is high-pitched, changing tone to something more normal for him at the second line. ]

"Here you are, ser. A pittance to pay your way. Now, if you would, obediently follow this path and use this key to open a door."

"It's that easy is it? Why of course! I'd be happy to! What's the worst that could happen?"

[ He breathes a small sigh before the sounds of the device being shifted can be heard, and when he speaks again, his words are clearly, like he's moved it closer to his mouth. ]

Ah! So it does work. In light of this news, it'd be remiss of me not to introduce myself before I explore this painfully ill-advised avenue.

[ He clears his throat politely. ]

I am Dorian of House Pavus, Altus Mage of the Tevinter Imperium and Ambassador to the Inquisition. If any of that means anything to you, wonderful. I'd be happy to let you know where you may collect me. If not, well, no effort is lost save that which is not attempted, eh?

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[It didn't quite feel right to abandon the cave entirely. He'd currently decided to linger in Genessia City for a while longer yet at Koumyou's shrine, mostly out of curiosity regarding the holy script the priest there carried.

But at length, concern grew at the idea of another person ending up at the bay, confused and alarmed. Not all of them arrived from such a dismal place as he did after all. He was fairly certain most people would rather be home.

Yes there was a hologram, but there was something nice about having a face to face conversation with an entity that could actually respond.

And this was how Azrael stumbled upon Dorian, eyeing the pamphlets scattered here and there, pondering if maybe he should... pick those up for him.

He... he wasn't sure the other man was going to do that.]

... Have you found what you are looking for?

[Still sort of getting used to people preferring him to not float, the angel had been kind enough to keep his feet on the ground this time.

Wings however, wings are still there, massive and covered in runes as always.]

[Cad Bane happens to be in he area when he sees the man looking at the maps. His appearance may be a little unusual - a six fee tall blue-skinned alien with red eyes wearing what amounted to a Wild West style of outfit. He speaks with an almost mechanical sounding drawl of some hard-to-pinpoint European accent. Strange tubes are attached to his cheeks.]

I take it you're a new arrival here.

[ The light cast by a streetlamp, and the shadow it forced Azrael to cast in his peripheral vision, alerted Dorian to the angel's presence. He turns, even, some witty and sarcastic quip on his tongue...

...until he sees his addresser. His expression shifts from prickly retort to something akin to confusion...and slight shock. Were those...wings? Huge, feathered wings? Impressive to be sure, but... ]

Ah... [ Get your head in the game, Pavus. You just woke up in a strange...sarcophagus in a subterranean cavern with no memory of how you've come to be here, and some mysterious benefactor has seen fit to bestow upon you some helpful little trinkets. This is hardly the strangest thing you've seen today. ] ...you know, I have no idea. [ He smiles, because it seems better than staring. ] You see, in order to know for certain, I'd have to know what, precisely, I was looking for.

[Oh Azrael himself casts light, a faint but obvious shade of blue. Not enough to overpower the lamp of course.

Azrael looks from him back to the pamphlets on the ground, thoughtful]

I suppose then it's fair to say you've just arrived, if you cannot imagine yet what to look for.

[It wasn't a snotty comment, the tone was even and soft, Azrael gesturing momentarily at the fallen pamphlets... which started to pick themselves up and stack back on the map stand]

If I may, I can help you find a few better places in town to ponder things. It cannot be easy to think right now.

[ It isn't often Dorian is at a loss for words. In fact, not losing his verbal stride is a point of pride for the mage. That being said, whenever Cad addresses him, the sound of the man's voice gives Dorian goosebumps (and not the good kind) before he looks up and turns in the direction of the words, olive green eyes taking in the, for lack of a better word, alien being standing before him.

He's only thrown for a moment, though, before he clears his throat, as though the action snaps him back to himself, and he crosses his arms before speaking. ]

Good of you to notice. If all the natives look like you, it shouldn't be too hard to figure out.

[ He smirks slightly, as though to let the taller alien know he was joking, and moves a hand to his chest. ]

Dorian. Of House Pavus.

More of them look like you. Or human in appearance, at the very least.

[He tips his wide-brimmed hat.]

I'm Cad Bane.

[ Dorian notices the faint glowing aura. In fact he makes a mental note to look into it at a more opportune moment. ]

How dismal. [ Not anything he's directly said, of course. It's more the gentle, almost apologetic tone in the glowing, winged man's voice. ]

You know, by your tone, I'd almost surmise you were here to tell me some rather unfortunate information about a relative I actually like...

Ah, well, that muddies things up a bit, doesn't it?

[ Joking. Joking is safe, comfortable, and diffuses the nervous sense of foreboding that's quickly collecting in his gut.

Oh, who is he kidding? It doesn't diffuse it at all. It just covers it up in a blanket of patterned denial to be examined and fretted over in private. ]

As you haven't tried to kill me, kidnap me, or rob me yet, it's a pleasure, Cad Bane...wherever here is.

Do you think I'm a common thief?

[He sounds offended. Really, you're not in much danger from him unless somebody has paid for your head, and paid well. Or if you just get in his way in the wrong place at the wrong time.]

This is Genessia City and I'm not one of your kidnappers. Their identities are kept very secret here...

[ He raises a leather gloved hand in slight surrender. ]

I doubt there's much to be called 'common' about you, Cad, but I have no idea otherwise. I can assure you, though, I was joking.

[ His tone is teasing as he continues, though how much of it is true is anyone's guess at the moment. ]

If you'd tried anything, I would have melted your face off anyway. Out of self-defense, of course. Nothing personal.

[ He brings a hand to his chin, tapping it thoughtful before nodding. His shoulders are tense, taut, but it's the only outward indication this situation is making him increasingly uncomfortable. ]

Is that right? Then what do they want with us?

[That's pretty much Azrael twenty four seven.]

I can only assume that this is not the place you were hoping to reach at home, if you were in fact traveling at all, as I was.

To an extent it could be unfortunate. Thankfully, I have nothing more unfortunate to tell you than you already are aware of.

[Considering he himself just got here and doesn't give a rats ass about politics! The politics here are fucked]

Far from it.

[ He chuckles at the statement, because really, understatement of the century, there. ]

Is there something much more unfortunate than "so sorry, chap. You've been kidnapped to some Maker forsaken whatever this is for reasons unknown?"

[ That is the general state of politics everywhere, my good man. ]

If it helps, I have no cause to believe the reason behind our abduction is sinister.

If anything... it could very well simply be accidental. A cosmic roll of dice. I've not heard any tell of anyone in charge who is not a captive here as well, nor have I seen any indication that the world itself is sentient.

We could just be exceedingly unlucky people.

Ah, new here, ja?

[Lucky ducky, as weird as this day has been, at least one person here might look normal! No weird wings or blue skin.

... Doesn't stop him from being over seven feet tall, but at least he's not in armor right now, or else this would be hella strange to look at amirite.

Reinhardt was just slogging back to the common space with food for the week himself. A weeks worth of groceries in all the bags it would take, slung casually over his back, mostly carried with one hand.

The other one was bringing along a six pack of bottled beer. Don't bother trying to read it, he only buys German beer.]

You are doing well, I hope?

[A look of apprehension lingers upon Elatus' face once he makes his way towards the hologram. He noticed the other man earlier but definitely didn't have the courage to greet him at first. Being whisked away to some strange land is enough to frazzle anyone's nerves, especially his. The mage always been a bit of an odd duck around others and this encounter will be no different as he carefully approaches.

He watches in mildly intrigue when the other looks as if he was about to attack the hologram. The ghostly image of that girl is mildly haunting despite how cheerful and friendly she seems. Elatus seen something similar to this kind of technology within the royal city but nothing quite that advance. The teal-haired gentleman gives the hologram another skeptic glance glancing at the man reading the pamphlets.

'Fancy.' Elatus thinks to himself as he eyes him. 'High quality leathers.'

He spies on this fellow for a moment before mustering up some kind of courage speak. The awkwardness of it all is honestly nerve-racking.]

I--[There's a brief pause as he rethinks how he's going introduce this topic. Blurting out "I've been bloody kidnapped" isn't a good conversation starter.] *Ahem* I take it you're...not a local.

How thoroughly depressing.

[ He glances back toward the entrance leading to the bay, then returns his sharp eyes to Azrael, crossing an arm across his chest and raising his other hand to his chin. ]

My assurance of being a far greater prize than that which suggests I ended up here and was so thoroughly housed and paid was chance not withstanding-

[ He motions toward the bay without looking in that direction this time.

Doesn't it seem rather...contrived to be mere happenstance?

Without a clear conductor behind it, I cannot say for certain if it was intentionally orchestrated or not.

For now, I will assume it was by mere chance that we arrive here. I know this was not the plane I was destined for.

[It's too nice]

It does not rule out study. I would be more than happy to discover what it is that drives this dimension, and how it functions.

[ Dorian had reached the point where he was dangling the necklace of gold and jewels, interspersed with green stones, from gloved fingers and turns at the sound of Reinhardt's approach. It wasn't as though the man was small.

Or quiet. His olive green eyes met the man's chest first, before panning up to his face. My, what a large, strapping blond man.

A pleasant smile touched Dorian's lips as he inclined his head in acknowledgement before slipping the necklace into one of the pockets lining the belt at his waist. ]

Just so. That obvious, is it?

[ He spread his hands out to the sides as he shrugged. ]

Well enough, I suppose, given the circumstances. I've just woken up in a subterranean cavern inside a metal sarcophagus to find I've been kidnapped to another world, apparently. I'm hale, whole, and not possessed. Things could be worse.

[ He moves a hand to his chest and bows at the shoulders slightly. ]

Dorian. Of House Pavus. If that means anything to you, maybe I'm not as far from home as I fear to be true.

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[Yeah, Reinhardt isn't what one might call subtle, in almost anything he does. He smiles back, an easy gesture.]

Many people don't stay at the caves too long after getting here. Too wet.

Ja, it could be much worse, as far as kidnappings go, it is one of the more tolerable ones I've witnessed.

[Reinhardt respectfully dips his head, as close to a bow back that he can get with all the things he's carrying.]

I am sorry, friend, I'm afraid I don't know the title. Still, it is good to see you! Hale, whole and not possessed.

I am Reinhardt Wilhelm, Crusader and former member of the Stuttgart division.

Welcome to Genessia.

[ Dorian jerked his head in Elatus' first muttered pronoun, taking a long breath while the elf (at least what Dorian sees as an elf) steeled his nerves to continue speaking, and even offering him a friendly smile of encouragement. Being born the son of a Lord, a Magister, and his sole heir, he wasn't unaccustomed to intimidated people just by existing. He didn't want to give the impression he was mean-spirited though, so he bit back the sarcastic response that sprung to mind in response to Elatus' hesitant commentary and just shook his head gently once the other man was finished speaking before bowing slightly at the shoulder with a nod. ]

And you would take it correctly. I take it you haven't been around here very long, yourself. I am Dorian, of House Pavus. I'll spare you the full title, as I'm slowly beginning to realize it means...next to nothing here.

[ He chuckles. ]

How long have you been skulking about here, anyway?

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Yes, cities just spring up all on their own, no influence at all, and with such smart organization.

[ He holds up his dangling necklace of white and green jewels. ]

You know that, do you? Then what is your "destiny"?

[ And just...what are you? That question seemed a bit rude, which he normally wouldn't be overly concerned over, but it also seemed confrontational, and he also wanted an answer. ]

That is a noble goal, and one I fully support, but I'm already near needing a drunken stupor, so that may need to wait.

It is not the city that is chance. Rather, it is our appearance here. Though if you'd wish to dabble in the area of philosophy, it could always be argued that any location and any dimension could just be a fortunate accident.

[But we're not Jayden Smithing it here]

... To die.

[Simple.]

I can guide you to shelter for the night. It is not a glamorous place, but it will keep you warm and dry until you can afford more.

*It has taken some time, but Sonico is finally feeling able to leave her apartment more freely. She recently suffered a horrible attack that has left some deep wounds on her arms and legs. Hence why she is wearing a longer skirt than usual and a cardigan to cover her arms. Not that any stranger would notice the change. Still, she finds herself feeling very out of place when she comes across this particular newcomer at the bay.

It's good to see someone taking such initiative, but Sonico pauses and smiles in amusement at the number of pamphlets he has scattered about him. She stops just by the map stand, and gives him a welcome smile*

Excuse me for interrupting, but that's quite a lot of information you have there.

[ He glances down at his moistened boots, a wry smirk touching his lips before he looks back up at the man. ]

Too true, very wet, indeed. These captors have no manners.

[ He laughs more heartily at that. ]

Witnessed a lot of kidnappings, have you? If I ever need any tips, I'll know precisely who to call.

[ He shakes his head to illustrate how little Reinhardt's ignorance bothered him, given the circumstances. ]

There's no need to apologize, as I've never heard of either a "crusader" or this "Stuttgart division". I believe that makes us square.

...and thank you. For the welcome, that is, such as it is.

[Very wet, not a lot of fun, also bad for armor. He had been quick to find his room in the common space and polish everything appropriately. The laugh is loud, cheerful and bright-]

Nein none to speak of! But they are considerate enough to give cheap housing.

[Just another chuckle at that.]

Working with law enforcement, you see many things. For thirty six years, I have been a crusader. It is not so uncommon anymore.

[But no really he couldn't find too many things to complain about other than not being at home with Overwatch]

Indeed, we appear to be equal, Herr Dorian.

You are very welcome! Please, come, I'll show you the common area. I have enough food for a dinner for two. I do not mind sharing.

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