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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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[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.

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[bondedgryphon]

[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?

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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?

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[bondedgryphon]

[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.

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[bondedgryphon]

[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.

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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.

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[bondedgryphon]

[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.]

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

[bondedgryphon]

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