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hermione jean granger. ([personal profile] brainiest) wrote2011-02-19 10:09 am
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[His eyes flicker down at the movement, and then back up to her. A candid confession of ulterior motives from Hermione does not inspire distrust. Rather, he is curious, and leans closer to her, interested in what she has to present to him.]

Very little, in truth. I know they are not functioning now. I know their basis is magic. I . . . suspect they are used in manners not overtly disclosed to us. [Spying. He means they're used for spying by the Monarchs. But he isn't going to say it in the heart of Caer Glaem.] What of them?
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[His eyes widen. It's impressive power. Very impressive power. He touches the book, careful. Anything with a flat metal surface—some mirrors, any sword and most shields, so much of what they have.]

[But he does have one paranoid concern, which he expresses in a creased brow as he looks up to her.] You say it was a boon. Can the monarchs trace the network through it, gain access to it, as it comes from a gift they gave themselves?
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[He nods. He trusts in her magic.] So we need another way.
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[Just a pause as he comes to realize what she means, and then, a light smile to assure hers.]

You would like my help?
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[Where she is careful, he is comfortable, easy. In truth, guardedness has never come naturally to him, and when he is happy for a thing, he goes forward on it without care. Thoughtless in his ease, he sets his hand over hers to reassure her.]

It would be my pleasure to help you, Miss Granger. I will do what you need of me.
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[He has to grin then, and give her hand a brief pat.] Please, Miss Granger. You may call me Dorian. We are to be partners, after all.

[In the drug business.]
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That would be marvellous. I—[He laughs a little as he realizes that he can't grab a pen with their hands together.] Hold on a moment. [Freeing the one hand, he snatches up pen and paper.] We'll need inventory lists, records of ownership is an excellent idea. I've been making connections in Parrais—artists. If you like it, we could commission one for the design of an advertisement. Perhaps you could use magic to duplicate it, that we may spread it about? And there are bards, who might be hired to sing a song that slips mention of our product into its verses. We'll need help with delivery, as well.

[He may be getting a bit carried away in his enthusiasm to help Hermione. BARDVERTISING.]
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[Dorian is slightly confused about why someone would put a communication on a tag for their dog, or why Hermione is wearing dog tags either. He brushes past it, however, as he is more interested in how they'll develop this.]

Oh, yes! Word of mouth will no doubt spread it far. [Curiously, he has to ask:] Will you give such devices to natives, should they ask it? Others outside the court?
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[When she smiles like that, he can do nothing but laugh in return.]

It will be interesting to see who comes to acquire them. [He offers her a smile.] And I may need to be your first customer.
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Oh! Can I make them too, not just the potions? Will you show me now?

[Like a puppy who sees another dog across the street, Dorian has no sense of a leash.]
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If it would please you, Miss Granger—Hermione!—I would be most grateful.

[Excuse him as he shuffles his chair an inch closer to her. His over-courteous language makes up for his lack of manners in movement, right?
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Ah . . . [Dorian looks himself over. Pats his neck? No, no necklace. What about his rings? No, none of them have a flat metal surface. Uhhh...]

The only thing I would seem to have is my sword.

[Which seems awkward.]

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