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Who: Anders
Broadcast: Video, fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva, if at all
When: Today

[The video turns on to see a bunch of fabric. A keen eye might notice it looks kind've like a skirt. A knowing eye would recognize it as mage's robes. The man holding the communicator isn't paying it any attention beyond having picked it up, he's too busy making kissing noises as he searches the too empty ship.]

Pounce! Ser-Pounce-a-lot! Here, kitty!

[The tone of voice he was using was higher and probably sounded a little ridiculous.]

Please don't have gotten into any trouble...

[But there was definite concern in his tone as the man searched for his missing kitten.
At least until his step staggers and then stops and there's a catch in his breathing that could nearly be called a gasp.]

Well...would you look at that...

[Not that anyone could with the screen still faced away, but Anders had no thought for the device or much of anything aside from his kitten and the large window displaying the vast emptiness of space before him.]

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[He seems almost offended by the notion that anyone might eat his treasured cat.]

They will not! I'll have you know Ser-Pounce is a fighter and he'll take off the nose of anyone who tries to eat him.

[Now that that's sorted, the affront passes and turns to thoughtfulness.] Besides, I'm sure Nathaniel or Sigrun will care for him. And Justice would at least protect him...I doubt he'd know how to take care of a cat.

[But he's rambling. He catches himself and gives a slightly apologetic look.] Not that it really matters, I suppose. Sorry, I'm always told I have no manners. I am Anders.

Sure he would.

[Justice-- but he's not secretive about it. He's not an abomination yet. He rubs his fuzzy chin.]

Nah, don't worry about it. [Maker, this is weird.] Varric Tethras, if you please.

-- There's no easy way of saying this, so I'll be straight: you're going to find a few people who remember you if they haven't bothered you already. The reason you don't remember is time bullshit, so don't feel too bad about it.

Ah...

[That explained the strangeness of some of his conversations...and Riona had said something to the same effect. Wonderful.]

Yes, I'd gotten that impression. Someone I know is here, yet she hasn't met me back home...and yet she does know me, so...something very strange was obviously going on. Good to know it's going to be everywhere.

[He gives Varric a different look than before, less joking and a touch more serious.]

That would include you, then? Since you're being kind enough to let me know.

I don't know if you've noticed, but you're a very popular man. [Anders certainly acts like he is. And with templars knocking on his door in the future, yes. Yes he is.]

Yep. We-- had a few things in common. Mostly Hawke. [A pause.] And a penchant for hanging out in unsavory places.

If you ever leave and come back remembering Kirkwall, you owe me twenty sovereigns.

[If Anders leaves and comes back with Kirkwall memories, he's gonna have bigger problems than money. But Varric doesn't mention that.]

Edited (WHATS THAT WORD???) 2016-05-10 01:21 (UTC)

It happens to me a lot, back home the templars couldn't get enough of me, you could say I was their favorite. [Favorite pain in the ass.]

[The comment about Kirkwall sobers up his mood and actually makes him quiet for once. It hadn't really occurred to him, but perhaps, as a Warden, he could have a bit more freedom. A chance to go to Kirkwall...to see help Karl. He could conscript him as Anders had been and, if Anders had survived his joining, surely so would Karl and they could be free together and simply fight darkspawn for the rest of their days.

Wouldn't that be nice? And maybe that's what he was to do? If Varric was right, they were to meet in Kirkwall so that meant he got there eventually. Yes, that must be the case, he'd just have to find a way to get back home and see it through.]

Kirkwall? Well, I'll keep that in mind. I'd simply give it to you now, if I had it. Funny thing: risking your life to fight darkspawn day in and day out isn't as profitable as it might seem. Oh well.

[He pauses and very nearly doesn't ask, but it slips out in the end. Morbid curiosity for a hopeful answer.]

Were we friends?

[He'll let Anders think what he wants. If he goes into Kirkwall feeling hopeful and not chased to the death, maybe he'll have an easier time of it with Justice. Who knows.]

Darkspawn don't carry sovereigns in their purses. It's a damned shame, and just one of many reasons why I won't go to the Deep Roads.

[Varric isn't expecting that question, but he slams down on anything terrible he might have said-- very uncharacteristic of him, he's aware-- and smiles.]

Yeah. You're a righteous pain in the ass though, you know that? [His tone is mild.]

You are perhaps the most sensible dwarf I've ever met if that's how you feel about the Deep Roads. I hate the Deep Roads.

[He means it as a compliment, even if it might seem like a sideways one. But after Sigrun who had dedicated her death to the Deep Roads and Oghren who seemed more than happy to go back underground, Varric was refreshingly reasonable.

Any other reaction from Varric, Anders doesn't notice, all he heard was the answer he'd been hoping for and that was enough for him. The smile he gives Varric is bright and not forced in the slightest.]

I've heard that. It comes with the territory, I'm afraid. A package deal: charming and hilarious but also a pain in the ass.

You'll find I'm a very sensible dwarf in many areas. I've got a leg up on most of them-- I was born on the surface. My brother, though... he was scared of falling into the sky for ages.

[Right. His brother. His brother who would be dead if Anders hadn't healed him, granted him sanity for that brief moment.

Okay, so he didn't need a reminder of that, but it is important when thinking about his feelings on Anders as a whole.]

I'm charming and hilarious but I'm not a pain in the ass. I guess we can't all be perfect.

[Ah, a surface dwarf, that made more sense.

He laughs at Varric's assessment, a light and unfettered sound that bubbles from his chest.]

Ah, but I have perfect hair and fine facial features, so I suppose I'll take the rest of my imperfection in stride.

[Holy hell, he's never heard Anders laugh like that.]

If you can just get that scruff to fall onto your chest you'll be in business.

[There's more of that laughter where the first batch came from, a second later it's replaced with false and playful affront.]

Is that what happened to your 'scruff?'

I'll have you know I happen to have just enough chest hair! The ladies love it.

[He chuckles warmly in response, already feeling a little more at ease than he was when he first answered the broadcast.]

Some would have you believe that's where my beard went, but I've always been blessed to grow just enough hair in all the right places. It's a secret dwarven art passed down from my ancestors.

Ah, well, you have me there. Dwarves have always been far more artful in their ability to grow hair.

Except maybe this one guy I knew in the circle, he had hair as long as any lady's I've seen, it was very impressive!

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