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[ Brevity is a virtue of Venom's: he doesn't mince words when he throws his very concise, very curt statement up onto the network, staying pragmatic for the sake of time. It's a bit of a deviation from his standard to rely on text for communication, but he's in a bit of a bind right now. ]
Don't wander near West Leslie’s Fish Market and Creatatorium. It's one tourist trap you're gonna want to avoid.
[ He's absolutely not going to say that something fishy is going on because that pun is terrible, but it's implied. Heavily.
Actually, you know what, a picture is worth a thousand words: he sends a photo attachment approximating the area he's stumbled into, which he figures should speak for itself. A dim room with people strapped onto a bed, hooked up to suspicious-looking fluids; not exactly a vote of confidence cast in favor of this colony. ]
Try to exercise discretion.
(( OOC: this is a post to let people know about this plot right here! feel free to ask him about deets (he's still there, in this weird fishroom, texting and trying to figure out a gameplan), and feel free to drop in here to give him backup!
if you want to plot anything, go ahead and PM me or PP me at
deuil as well! depending on what happens here, i'll be setting up a starter on the event log post— hit me up with anything and everything, peeps, i'm def here for all your input! ♥ ))
Don't wander near West Leslie’s Fish Market and Creatatorium. It's one tourist trap you're gonna want to avoid.
[ He's absolutely not going to say that something fishy is going on because that pun is terrible, but it's implied. Heavily.
Actually, you know what, a picture is worth a thousand words: he sends a photo attachment approximating the area he's stumbled into, which he figures should speak for itself. A dim room with people strapped onto a bed, hooked up to suspicious-looking fluids; not exactly a vote of confidence cast in favor of this colony. ]
Try to exercise discretion.
(( OOC: this is a post to let people know about this plot right here! feel free to ask him about deets (he's still there, in this weird fishroom, texting and trying to figure out a gameplan), and feel free to drop in here to give him backup!
if you want to plot anything, go ahead and PM me or PP me at
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Dorian is good with adjectives, just give him enough time.]
Ahab. I will remember, it's difficult to forget the hero. [Well, it's certainly a privilege, Dorian would not know what to do if he had to call him Venom. Granted The Iron Bull likes to be called The Iron Bull.] Any specific plans on getting them out, or will you just drag them out one by one?
[Which seems like a great deal of work.]
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We're running low on options. One by one is the only plan we have, if we don't want to start an uproar.
[ Meaning, yes, they do fully intend on carting these people out on their backs. It isn't quite glamorous in terms of methodology, but it'll have to do.
The Iron Bull probably would have been a welcome addition to this team, but we can't always win them all. ]
—I found others willing to help with the heavy lifting. [ A dry, upwards lilt of his last word suggests that yeah, he finds it novel too. ] You won't have to volunteer.
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I see, and once everyone has been cleared out and saved will you destroy the premises or leave it as it is?
[Dorian wondered at that, even if they saved these souls if this place was left as is, there would be more.
As for The Iron Bull, he could probably haul several of them out at once, but, alas.]
Oh? You feel I'm too pretty for this line of work? [Dorian is amused, actually. Obviously he's vain, but if he had to he could haul a full grown man out of a dangerous situation. granted he has elected to do the healing...but if more manpower was required...well...]
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[ Or, well. One person, technically, but he does the work of a small army on the regular.
The second inquiry admittedly has Venom looking into his MID as if he doesn't quite understand, his single eye narrowing briefly in consideration—
—before he breathes a soft half-exhale. It might have been a dry laugh, if he had more levity in him. ]
Are you asking, or are you telling me that you are.
[ Mildly, and without the inflection that would suggest that this is a question. ]
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[Dorian probably would have burned it down, not efficient, but it would get things done. Anything similar he'd rather keep at more than arm's length.
He raises an eyebrow looking amused, he's not always good at reading people so it is hard to tell if Ahab is being tongue-in-cheek here or serious.]
Both. [Dorian said after a moment, stroking his chin thoughtfully.] I'm asking you if you feel I'm too pretty, but I'm telling you that I'm fit if you need help.
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[ Which is a surprisingly mellow course of action for someone who looks like they've been through the blender and back, but it is what it is— Venom is rarely as poisonous as his codename implies, but that's not something he advertises on a daily basis, if at all.
Dorian's beat of consideration is cause for Venom to return the gesture in kind, appraising through the grainy image that the MID sends him through his poor reception.
After his companion's reply, he lifts his own brow upwards just a millimeter. He's famously difficult to read, but nothing about him suggests that he's being patronizing. ]
—You look capable. [ someone buy Venom a sense of humor... but then again, he didn't exactly refute Dorian being pretty, so there's that. ] But now's not the time to be discussing this.
[ So he sends Dorian a map of his location if he actually would like to mosey on over, but otherwise, he'll call on him for medical once-overs once the heavy lifting is done!! Venom Snake, a true believer in efficiency. ]
(( ooc; and feel free to move on over here if it strikes your fancy! let me know if you'd like me to set anything up for you in particular, i'll get on that right away. ♥ don't be too pretty, Dorian!!! ))
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[Clearly, he does enjoy the flashier stuff, but this is not Dorian's project and he typically not one to put himself in a position make the decisions. He's only here for the witty commentary and to raise the level of sophistication of the world around him. Everything else is optional.
Dorian is patient, knowing that the MID isn't the best way to assess his charming good looks, though capable was an understatement.]
Not helpful, but given the circumstances. [You'll soon find this man to be a task master, both in vanity and in humor.] Right, we will have all the time to flirt later-- is there anything I should bring, food, water perhaps?
[Looking at how gaunt those bodies are he's thinking something light at the very least. Regardless Dorian will not be arriving empty handed.]
(( Dorian cannot help being pretty, it's just in his nature, it's like telling one not to breathe. ))