[Oh look, another shot of someone sleeping. Several... someones. It would seem Zevran managed to find those prostitutes Ezio was gifted with a while back ( Read more... )

... This news -- the one that arrives on paper so frequently.

[Zevran pauses. He sounds hesitant. Probably more so than anyone has ever heard him, while he's been in the city.]

Is the information it contains accurate? It... does not make mistakes, no?

[In this case, he's really hoping it's a mistake. Really, really hoping.]

[If the Reality Storm has decided you are the sort to rescue princesses and/or princes, then this post is wide open to you.]

[It's Zevran. In... an interesting red outfit. And sprawled up on what appears to be a stupidly plush throne of some kind or another. He has a glass of wine in one hand, and is grinning lazily.]Ah, it has been some time ( Read more... )

[It's been a long, hard, and evidently very sweat-inducing day for Alistair. The former Templar is trekking back to his room in the Southern District's Welcome House, ~*extremely nice*~ armor clanking wearily as he walks.]

That is absolutely the last time I ever....

[He ever what? The nonexistent camera-o'-Nautilus continues to follow the man as ( Read more... )

[Once the flowers began to appear, every person in Nautilus who has, at some point, spoken to Zevran, and been flirted with, will receive a flower.]

[There is a simple note attached to this flower, a note that reads:

Care of your most stunning, and yet, very secret, admirer.
~ Fondest wishes]

((ooc: Basically, if you want a certain flower ( Read more... )

[Hello Nautilus ( Read more... )

[Another video from Zevran! Once again in Thomas' house. He seems to like it there -- or he's just hanging around Alistair ( Read more... )

[The feed opens on Zevran, lounging in a chair in Thomas' house. Keran's roses are next to it, and there is, surprisingly, no mistletoe merrily dancing around his head. Honestly, he looks like some kind of Romance Santa or something.]

[He watches it for a second, before grinning.]I see that I am not the only one to awaken with such a follower. ( Read more... )

I begin to see the issue some of you have with the gifts the City bestows on us.

[The camera manages to zoom out. Zevran is seated on a bed -- in wherever it is he and Alistair have been crashing -- out of his armor for once. He's got pants on, don't worry. Pants... and some sort of metal and leather contraption around his hips ( Read more... )

This... may be a very strange question.

[He holds up a pair of leather gloves. They're intricately embroidered with tribal-like designs, and look as if they're made to fit small hands.]

I awoke to find these beside my things. They are very much like something of mine... I did not have them with me when I arrived.

How is it they came to be here