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[Oh, look, it's Dorian Gray! Everyone remembers Dorian Gray, right? Sweet kid, a little naive, recently got scolded at the royal audience? Well, today you wouldn't believe it, not from how very self-possessed he looks, how pleased, how utterly brazen.

One might think that someone who just got publicly called out and punished might feel more need to keep their head down and be discrete, but apparently not. Every actor needs an audience, and this actor, at least, seems to be particularly committed to enjoy the show he's putting on. Feline in recline, he speaks as one who savours language, gesturing in smooth, languid movements. He is the 1890s Aesthete come to life, in all its hedonistic glory, and he is here to share.]

How dreary we all are getting. It's the fin de siècle all over again, but with far less Oscar. Or Yeats, for that matter. [Suitably, mockingly dramatic:] "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

[And here's a scoff.] I'm not feeling it. We are meant to be the court of tradition, of love, of welcoming the apocalypse. And yet I haven't seen even one orgy in my time at Caer Glaem. Frankly, I'm unimpressed.

[The headshake turns back into that canary-eating smile, and he purrs out his proposal for fixing this shameful problem.]

So tonight, at the sun's setting, I'll be holding a, ah, ritual in the Magi's Workroom. Wine from Mandragora Estates—top of the line, for those tragically ignorant of the most up-and-coming vinery in the Drabwurld—and various other substances. Children not invited.

It's a protection ritual, for the record. It would be so very unsuitable to be decadently useless in our embrace of the End. Try to bring yourself as magically charged as you can.

[ooc: THERE WILL BE NO LOG FOR THIS I am not going to put up an actual orgy log dear god. But this a thing Dorian will really be doing, any character can come as long as they're over the age of consent. Wine, drugs, and sex, all night. Technically, it really is an actual magical ritual.]

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[Zhaneel is trying to focus on the magic aspect of this scenario, but even so, there is no denying the flush that has practically reached her ears. It wasn't that sex was a forbidden thing in Urtho's army... gods knew that there was an ample amount of it happening; the constant chance of death brought out the desire to cling to anything that represented life and living... sex was right up there.

It's just that Zhaneel had thus far not participated in anything that hadn't ended in a horrifyingly embarrassing mess and had no thought of finding anyone here in the drabwurld. The discussion tended to shy away when people found out your natural form wasn't the one they were hitting on... more so when she revealed the whole gryphon thing. Awkward.

Still, though she has doubts about the particulars behind Dorian's plan, she can also see the merit behind it.]

It would certainly be a proper source of energy, but I think would depend on how many should happen to choose to participate? [She tilts her head slightly, eyes focused on his face as she speaks.] If there is not a good number of those that choose to participate, you will not have a proper source of energy and the ritual will fail? [Another beat, and those bright golden eyes never break their contact.] Have you attempted this before?

Never attempted it before, but I've done something similar. Several similar things. The amount of energy produced depends in part on quantity and in part on quality: the number of bodies available to release energy, and the amount and kind of energy released.

[Dorian's tone now is academic, not licentious: clear and blunt, not enticing. He doesn't want to mislead.}

At the least, I know I have enough interested persons to make it a worthwhile affair.

[As Dorian's tone takes a more academic and to the point tone, Zhaneel herself does as well. In truth, the sex aspect didn't bother her if those participating were doing so of their own free will and knew what magics were being worked. The magic though... that part of all of this had her intrigued.]

I dare say I would be most interested to sit down with you some evening and hear those particular stories. [She knew well that the weaving of such spells was far from simple and was intrigued to watch Dorian work. It's the same intrigue and draw to magic that pulls the next offer from her.]

If you would be interested... and if not now, perhaps at another time... I would like to lend my own abilities. My kind are magical constructs in my world, and being such has awarded certain... benefits. [It's always a risk offering this bit of information, particularly when she didn't know someone well.] Our bodies can be used to draw magic from around us, to be used by ourselves or others. We can act as a focus stone, if you would... it allows the magic to be augmented stronger than it is naturally.

[It would make his ritual magic stronger while he weaved it.]

[Dorian recognizes the description, and his eyes widen. Because a long time ago, someone came to Dorian offering himself for just that—]

Like Aubri?

[The description is so close, that he thinks this girl must be either gryphon or Servant.]

[For a moment she falters and it shows on her face; grief and a pain far more raw than she'd admit unless pressed. It's but a flash, but there was no denying it was there, or that the name has stolen her words for a breath.

Then, softly.]

Aye, just the same. [A beat and then...] We were of the same Wing, he and I... he was my commanding officer... my friend. [And with that, she calls her true form from the enchanted jewel she wears, her guise shifting in the locket's view. She shakes out her feathers, ear tufts flicking forward and back again as she clicks her beak softly.] Gryphons.

[Another beat of silence as she studies Dorian anew.]

You knew Aubri...?

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[He did not mean to hurt her so, and at least here, seeing the transformation, he is not surprised. He had seen Aubri, after all.]

I did. He made a similar offer to me, long ago when I was just starting to learn magic. He was a great help.

I'm sorry for your loss.

[If she'd thought the offense had been deliberate, she'd have finished this conversation and rescinded any offer that had been made. As it stands, however, she can tell that there is genuine apology in his tone. She offers a half smile, nodding in return.]

Thank you... as I am for yours. And my offer stands... If not for this, then whenever you need me.

[If there was something she could do to help, se would do her best.]

Aubri and I tried something, when I first started. I was able to take some of his energy and store it in stones to call on for later use. A focus stone, as you said. The spell could be strengthened if we could set some of those stones at key points in the magic circle.

[Zhaneel clicks her beak softly in contemplation, considering what Aubri had done with no small amount of pride. He had been doing much that she'd been unaware of. She bobs her head in response.]

The stones are a brilliant idea, in all truth... and I believe used in that way, that they would be quite sufficient at strengthening your spell. [Her golden gaze is intense as she refocuses on Dorian.] Do you have enough, or will you need more?

[From time with Aubri, Dorian has learned a little better to recognize the body language of gryphons. He inclines his head, and confesses:] I used all those that Aubri gave me. If you have the time, I could set it up with you. I've improved in speed since I first worked with Aubri.

[She nods her beak without pause.]

I thought that might be the case... I would be happy to help. When is your... party...? [She trails off and her beak gapes in mirth, eyes dancing right with amusement.] You'll want the stones before then, yes?

At sunset. [He smiles right back at her, a rose red curve.] Before then would be ideal for you, I think. Unless you want to stick around for more magecraft while the party gets started?

[She chortles softly, nodding her beak.]

Aye, I should think. [She pauses, head tilting slightly as her facial feathers raise and flatten again quickly.]

I must admit to... curiosity... [Not about the sex. Though she hadn't partaken, she knew perfectly well how THAT worked, thanks.] And in the chance you might need assistance you would have someone not otherwise... occupied?

[You're an impressive fellow, Dorian... between the voyeuristic Lion Jesus and a gryphon helping you cast magic, this was going to be the party of the year.]

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[What a party indeed. He presses his lips together, a little surprised but also amused.]

if you wish, it is an open door. You can stay as long as you like and leave whenever you please.

[Facial feathers rise and flatten again and she chortles softly in amusement before falling silent. After a beat, she clicks and then nods her beak.]

Then you have but ask of me what you will, my lord... Tell me where I might meet you and we shall see the task done.

Call me Dorian. [He really isn't a lord of anything, guys.] Meet with me in the Magi's Workroom and we can make a start of it.

[She nods her beak once more and rise, the locket image angle shifting as she does. She stretches and shakes herself out.]

Dorian, then... [Her beak gapes a moment in mirth before clicking shut again.] I shall be but a few moments.

[OOC: And completely up to you if we continue and thread out the stones' making, or hand wave it altogether. I'm game for either.]

[ooc; handwave would be best, if that's okay! I'm trying to clear the inbox before THE GREAT DULLAHAN BATTLE]

[ooc: Works for me!! Thanks for the thread!]

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