voice;

[hanzer]

[There's very little preamble before the network gets an earful of the distinctive, raspy tones of a certain ex-cop. Guy sounds like he smokes his cigarettes and eats them too. He also doesn't sound exactly comfortable to be speaking on the network, but anyone who's met him in person in the past few days knows that that forced impassivity is kind of his thing.]

I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.

[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.

There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.

[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.

And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.

Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]

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[hanzer]

Sounds like a good time. [That doesn't sound like a joke nearly as much as it probably should, but– honestly? Even just two weeks of inaction's left him feeling a little like he's starting to lose his edge. What with his new position and all, it's pretty much the last thing he needs.]

When you do check it out, go ahead and let me know. Wouldn't mind seeing what you can do with bigger magic. [Something more than static electricity. He's got a feeling there's more to it than creating sparks and mending cups.

It kind of sounds like a smile, what enters his tone now– but that can't be right! Can't prove anything without a video to go with it, anyway.]

And, you know? Best part of a sim is no one has to clean up anybody's mess.

[liberaltus]

[Dorian hasn't the battle instinct or the battle lust, but he doesn't enjoy being sedentary either, he's worked very hard on sculpting his body in a certain way. Normally mages were frail, especially in the south, they didn't get out of their prisons, and who knows how much sun they get. There were few places where one could find a rugged mage in the south, Kirkwall was one of them...and Dorian, coming from Tevinter? He could train like a proper mage.]

You wish to train with me? Well, I'll chat with the man in charge and we'll get something going shall we? He wants to run a program with me at some point, one that will help train us how to fight against magic. [Of course magic was a varied thing, but anything aggressively offensive, Dorian could probably help with. Still, if strange magical things were a threat, then perhaps he should be a part of training others to fight against it as long as that knowledge was used responsibly.]

There is that. Actually I am looking forward to making a mess, had to hold back on that last planet. [Dorian seems rather pleased by that prospect as well, mages ought to be mages, but there are few places where they are allowed to be on a ship.]

[hanzer]

["We expecting to run into many magical enemies?" he almost asks, before stopping himself. Dumb question, on second thought. He'd never really thought of the wider implications of one person onboard having magic – now there isn't really a reason for him to believe that nothing else can possess powers like that either.

In which case, yeah – knowing how to combat something like that has kind of bumped itself up a couple of spots on his list of priorities. Honestly, he can't imagine it boiling down to anything other than "hurt them before they can hurt you" – same as anything else – but he could be surprised.]

The last planet? You mean the one with the slavers? [He hadn't been around for it, of course, but he'd heard a little of what'd happened. ] Can't imagine you'd have wanted to hold back much at all.

[Adam himself wouldn't have been able to promise as much, his tone suggests. Not really one to pull his punches.] In any case, that sounds like a plan. Drop me a line once you've got the details.

[liberaltus]

[Dorian couldn't be certain if all magic was the same everywhere, but he knew that it could be dangerous. If there was anything he could do to make it less so or to have others view magic in an entirely different light? Then why should he sit back and wait for the moment when magic becomes a thing of fear and loathing.]

We were advised to be as discreet as we could possibly manage, not to bring attention to the ship. Apparently we've made enemies out there already...otherwise I would have done a flashier job of things. [And he wanted to, he wasn't terribly violent, but when it came down to Dorian and his own life or the lives of his loved ones, or even a cause he was fighting for, he would fight ferociously if he had to.] I'll let you know, then.