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Who: Anders, a kitten and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Planetside. Probably among the trees.
When: A couple days after this post. That's right, this means war.

[Anders has something very important to say. Terribly important.]

It's been brought to my attention that the fleet has been suffering under a loss of fuzzy animals, although that's quickly being fixed with all these fuzzy slugs. But more importantly, there's one fuzzy animal that deserves appreciation, something my dear friend, Lady Cousland reminded me of.

[The camera tilts down to show a small tabby-orange kitten playing in the grass and leaves on the forest floor, stalking some bug or another, but never drifting too far from Anders' side.]

This is Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, the cutest kitten in the world. Aren't you the cutest kitten in the world? No mean dog is better than you, isn't that right, Ser Pounce?

[Completely unashamed of the baby-talk he just dissolved into, Anders puts his hand out for Pounce to jump onto his arm and up to his shoulder, purring and rubbing his head against Anders' chin.]

He's also incredibly intelligent and he knows it.

[He holds up a hand up to the camera.]

Please, hold your applause, I know this sad fleet has been kitten-starved. You're welcome.

[Is he serious?

You bet your ass he is. Right down to the baby-talking a kitten. Shame? He doesn't know the meaning of the word.]

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[He winces.]

Then...I'd find a cure or some way to help. I'm a healer, right? I can heal a cat.

[It's definitely true, he's definitely not trying to convince himself. His brow furrows a beat later and he waves the idea away like he can simply dismiss the sudden downturn of the conversation.]

What does it matter? It's all theoretical, anyway! Pounce hasn't bitten a Darkspawn and there aren't any of the foul things here anyway.

[...so there]

You can cure the Blight, can you?

[That came out a little more testily than he wanted but he lets it stand. ]

...Yes, something we can be glad for. A man suffering from the Blight was here for a while, though.

[The glare he sends Fenris' way is so full of 'Shut Up Fenris' that it might seem as though he's suddenly become his older self in the matter of seconds.

But the mention of a man suffering from the Blight draws his attention away from his annoyance.]

I assume he wasn't a Grey Warden. I'm surprised a place...like this doesn't have the ability to find a cure. I suppose some things remain impossible no matter what.

[That might or might not be disappointing. True, he'd jumped with both feet into this new life of Wardening and fighting Darkspawn, but that didn't mean the idea of eventually succumbing to the Calling was any more appealing.]

[Don't think he didn't catch that. Ser. He so did. ]

No. He was the son of a Magister. One of the few decent people I have ever met from the Imperium. Atroma kept him alive, it did not allow the Blight to grow within him, though he still felt the pain from it.

From what I understand, when he returned home, he died.

[He supposes he shouldn't be surprised to hear this impossible place could keep something like the Blight at bay, but it crosses his expression all the same. It's quickly followed by sympathy.]

I'm sorry.

I wouldn't wish the blight on anyone, it's a terrible way to go.

[Whether Fenris believes him or not.]

No need to apologise to me. I may have thought him decent, but we were not friends.

[That was Dorian. But that subject is still a conversational field of landmines for the elf so he doesn't go into it.]

From what I understand, in one of the many versions of our world, one of Hawke's siblings succumbs to it. So no, I imagine it's not a pleasant way to die.

[Oh, well...not the first time he's put his foot in something, he doesn't let it phase him. The Hawke thing is a little more sad, they're both decent people and losing a sibling, especially to the Blight, must have been hard. If it even happened for those in the Fleet. Timelines were bound to give him a headache.]

That's too bad.

[But, to side-step right out of this darker turn to the conversation, Anders' tone turns more joking and falsely haughty.]

All that nasty darkspawn and all aside, cats are still better, proper pets, especially Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, I will not hear otherwise.

[The GROAN is very audible.]

I'm turning this off now.

[There he goes! ]