RP: Bull

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Dorian wasn't sure how long he hung there, dangling from the edge of the high tower roof like a less-than-graceful cat. Long enough for his arms to burn with the strain. Certainly long enough for him to realize he wasn't getting out of this easily.

He mentally flipped through all the spells he knew and the gadgets he kept on-hand. None of them seemed like good options. He could maybe slow his fall so he'd just be broken from neck to toes instead of a bright smear against the stones, but that hardly sounded any better. And despite the fact that he was a mage in his very last hours of training--and quite an accomplished one at that, if he felt up to bragging--there was very little that would give him the momentum he needed to swing to the safety of the walkway.

He was well and truly fucked.

"Well," Dorian said, trying once again to drag himself up to the lip of the steep roof--and nearly losing his grip and his life as the loose tiles slid beneath his hand, "this is an embarrassing way to die."

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Bull noticed the flush that settled high on Dorian's cheeks and resisted the urge to lick his cheekbones.

He looked away to avoid any further temptation and looked out over the courtyard Dorian had just been dangling over. "Hmm, some kind of castle? What were you doing when you came here? For me, it was like I blinked and was suddenly standing right here."

Bull reluctantly stepped away from Dorian to peer closer at the architecture. "Huh... looks like anchient Fereldan. Didn't think they had many places like this left." Even if it was Fereldan, it didn't explain how'd they ended up here or... why the sky looked like that. Bull stomach rolled unpleasantly and looked away. He would deal with anything for Dorian, but that sky looked demon-y and he really didn't like demons.

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"How utterly fascinating," Dorian--the giant nerd--murmured, running his hand lightly over the stone. "I've visited the ruins, of course, but no--there really aren't any old dames like this around anymore. The demon-infested skies could be better, but putting that from mind and this isn't such a bad foray from my studies." He paused. "Assuming I am returned in time for the final exam, naturally."

Yes, trapped in the Fade, surrounded by possible demon-sign, and Dorian was more worried about graduating than survival.

[rememberthearticle]

"Just tell your professors you were trapped physically in the Fade. They'll be too busy asking you questions to remember to fail you." If there was anything Bull had learned about Dorian's professors, it was that they were just as ridiculous about this kind of thing as Dorian was. "We do need to get out first, though. Any thoughts on that?" The Fade wasn't exactly Bull's wheelhouse. He wasn't a mage and, having spent most of his life a loyal member of the Qun, he would never be completely comfortable with anything having to do with magic. Exposure therapy with Dorian had worked wonders but this whole situation made him feel out of his depth.

[dorianfadewalk]

Dorian opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Tilted his head.

"You know," he mused, "I do believe that would work. Which does relieve some that particular pressure, leaving only, oh, survival. though..."

Dorian considered Bull. "How annoyed with me would you be if I wanted to poke around and study the place first?"