First Curse | Video

[bearnecessities]

[Currently, the netbook is upside down when it's finally turned on, so there's a weird angle on the young woman's face as she leans into super close to the screen. Seriously, she spent about twenty minutes pressing buttons and commanding the mirror to turn on. Anyone paying attention to the network probably saw a lot of keysmashing and hearing her say some crap like "Mirror Mirror". :| It's pretty embarrassing.] This is a piece of junk. Is this like one of the magic mirrors I've heard about? Because it's no wonder only witches have them.

[Her cheeks puff out a bit as she moves back, and while the video is still upside down, you can make out that while the girl is pretty, her dark hair is messy and full of leaves, her clothes are slightly dirty, and she's scowling pretty intensely.] I am sick of magic. And also people holding me against my will. [The girl taps at the screen, hard.] Or people using me for their own means. [Basically? There's a long list of things that Belle is sick of.]

Send me home. I will make any deal you want, give you anything you ask for.

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[bearnecessities]

[A long, long silence and then she... laughs.]

You were stupid enough, weren't you?

[woahwoahawkward]

What?

No!

Absolutely not.

[Yep.]

It's just -- an old wives' tale!

[bearnecessities]

[She nods slowly.] Yes, of course. I believe I have heard that one.

[woahwoahawkward]

Of course you have!

See, it's a common thing. Completely. 100% not something I would do.

[bearnecessities]

I don't believe you.

[woahwoahawkward]

That's a shame.

[bearnecessities]

I don't think so. It's almost... [How should she say it? :|a] cute in a way. A pathetic way.

[woahwoahawkward]

Oh, so happy to be of entertainment.

[bearnecessities]

Really? You don't sound very happy. I feel like it might be false advertisement.

[woahwoahawkward]

It's better than being bait for a dragon or a hoarde of darkspawn, I suppose.

[bearnecessities]

Darkspawn?

[woahwoahawkward]

[He keeps forgetting that not everyone here is familiar with the sorts of things he deals with on a regular basis.]

They're monsters -- humanoid, for the most part, but evil and twisted things. Fortunately for us, there do don't seem to be any here.

[bearnecessities]

They sound terrible. [A frown.] Where did they come from?

[woahwoahawkward]

It's a bit of a sticky story, so do bear with me -- it was told that the Tevinter magisters entered the realm of the Maker without his permission, and when they returned -- well, they were tainted, twisted creatures.

[So what he's saying is that people brought it upon themselves.]

[bearnecessities]

[Heh. Bear.]

Magisters. [She says the word slowly, trying to feel it out.] They are like witches? And I am supposing this Maker is like a god? [So many words she doesn't know. @.@]

So your creator twisted them for their fallacy. [It sounds all too familiar, like a fairy cursing a prince to make him learn a lesson.]

[woahwoahawkward]

The Maker is the God.

[He's not a complete religious fanatic, but it's sort of what he's been raised around. He knows his trivia.]

They were very powerful, very naughty mages.

[bearnecessities]

[Another quirk of her lips.] Naughty mages? How indecent they must have been.

[woahwoahawkward]

I'm told they wore very little clothes and had wild and passionate orgies.

[That might've been from Zevran as opposed to the Chantry, of course.]

[bearnecessities]

[Her face colors just a bit.] I... see. Yes. [A nod.] Did they have their parties in your Maker's realm then? I could see how they would be punished.

[woahwoahawkward]

I imagine they would have, if they'd been given the chance to.

[He ... shakes his head, shrugs.]

There isn't much detail about it that's concrete.

[bearnecessities]

Sounds like a fairy tale.

[woahwoahawkward]

It's been a long time since it happened, so I'm sure there's been some embellishments.

[bearnecessities]

However it might have gone, now you have twisted creatures who are no longer human, right?

[woahwoahawkward]

...yes, that's about right.

[bearnecessities]

You come from a messed up world.