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driftfleet2016-09-05 06:43 pm
apurrstate) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-05 06:43 pm
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[Open] Plant your hope with good seeds
Who: Anders and Anyone (with one closed prompt for Fenris)
Broadcast: No
Action: The Three Twins clinic, the greenhouse, Malum and Planetside
When: Todayish/this weekish
Clinic
[Generally, Anders preferred to spend his time in his clinic, making sure all the equipment worked, making sure everything remained clean and sanitary, making sure all of his supplies were stocked, all the while happy to wait around in case anyone needed him.
Since arriving at the planets and spreading his time between the clinic and Hawke, he'd been there less often. Usually, only stopping in to do his usual checks and watering the rows of medicinal herbs he had potted in the back of the clinic. He'd hang around for a little while during this, but always made sure the little note he'd made forever ago was out in case someone needed healing and came looking for him while he was gone. The communicators made that part easy, at least. How much less stress would he have had in Kirkwall if he could have simply let his patients contact him through a communicator when they needed him and he was away?
Well, it didn't matter, it wasn't worth thinking about.
As he went through his usual routine, movement by the door caught his attention from the corner of his eye, his focus on the plants he was tending to.]
Come in! What can I help you with?
Greenhouse
[He had his plants in his clinic, but there were versions kept here as well and, though he trusted Hermione to set up spells and things to tend to the plants whether he was there or not, he still enjoyed stopping by to do it himself when he could. The only thing from the circle he ever missed was the herbology he could do within those walls.
Kirkwall had limited what he could do with so few supplies and no potion was needed more than elfroot anyway, so it hadn't allowed for a whole lot of creativity. But now they had their seedlings, growing healthy and rapidly under the care he and Hermione provided and he looked forward to being able to do more again.
Anders spread a hint of creation magic on the plants, ones he was personally invested in and the others, just to help them grow strong, his hands glowing a little blue as he cupped them around the sprouts. A sound from nearby soon drew his attention and pulled him from the plants for further investigation, however.]
Is someone there?
Planetside
[These planets and moons aren't nearly as relaxing as the last one, but Anders finds himself enjoying it more anyway. There's plenty to see and explore, all the faction stuff aside and each one held their merits on things to experience. There were places nature still ran rampant that he still found relaxing, the busy streets of the main city held shops and entertainment at every corner and Spirit's library and meditation moon offered all the peace and research Anders might want.
The library especially was something he continued to visit at least once a day, combing through what books on magic and spirits it had to offer, especially once Hawke could no longer come with him.]
Malum
[At first, he'd been spending a lot of time at the bar, certainly more than he'd spent before he'd woken up older, mostly due to the fact Hawke worked there. Now it was nearly habit to show up whenever Hawke worked.
That included today when Hawke should have been working but wasn't because he'd been an idiot and gotten caught cheating the system. He loved Hawke with every fiber of his being, but he was really far less than impressed with his partner's ability to land himself in trouble. Especially when Anders had told him it would blow up in his face.
So now he was at Malum, wishing again he could simply get drunk enough to not think about the fact Hawke was stuck alone in a cell for the next foreseeable future and all this 'competition' might entail. He ordered a drink anyway and sat staring at it.]
Maybe, just this once, you'd make an exception?
[He kept his voice quiet, hoping no one would overhear him ostensibly talking to himself, but still hopeful his Spirit friend would give him a break for one night and let the alcohol muddle his head a bit.
He wasn't going to hold his breath on it.]
For Fenris
[Even with Vash working at the Space Bar now and Hawke in Jail, Anders still generally stuck to Malum and not the Space Bar, he likely wouldn't have set foot in there at all tonight, if it was left up to him. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, in his curious kitten ways, had slipped away from Anders almost as soon as they'd stepped abord the Iskaulit and thoroughly lost the mage for the time being.
The small orange ball of fluff strode into the bar like he owned the place and began poking around at anything and everything that drew his attention. Eventually, that attention fell on the elf that worked there and Pounce made quick work of scaling his outfit to find a spot on Fenris' shoulder.
This was fine, right?]
Broadcast: No
Action: The Three Twins clinic, the greenhouse, Malum and Planetside
When: Todayish/this weekish
Clinic
[Generally, Anders preferred to spend his time in his clinic, making sure all the equipment worked, making sure everything remained clean and sanitary, making sure all of his supplies were stocked, all the while happy to wait around in case anyone needed him.
Since arriving at the planets and spreading his time between the clinic and Hawke, he'd been there less often. Usually, only stopping in to do his usual checks and watering the rows of medicinal herbs he had potted in the back of the clinic. He'd hang around for a little while during this, but always made sure the little note he'd made forever ago was out in case someone needed healing and came looking for him while he was gone. The communicators made that part easy, at least. How much less stress would he have had in Kirkwall if he could have simply let his patients contact him through a communicator when they needed him and he was away?
Well, it didn't matter, it wasn't worth thinking about.
As he went through his usual routine, movement by the door caught his attention from the corner of his eye, his focus on the plants he was tending to.]
Come in! What can I help you with?
Greenhouse
[He had his plants in his clinic, but there were versions kept here as well and, though he trusted Hermione to set up spells and things to tend to the plants whether he was there or not, he still enjoyed stopping by to do it himself when he could. The only thing from the circle he ever missed was the herbology he could do within those walls.
Kirkwall had limited what he could do with so few supplies and no potion was needed more than elfroot anyway, so it hadn't allowed for a whole lot of creativity. But now they had their seedlings, growing healthy and rapidly under the care he and Hermione provided and he looked forward to being able to do more again.
Anders spread a hint of creation magic on the plants, ones he was personally invested in and the others, just to help them grow strong, his hands glowing a little blue as he cupped them around the sprouts. A sound from nearby soon drew his attention and pulled him from the plants for further investigation, however.]
Is someone there?
Planetside
[These planets and moons aren't nearly as relaxing as the last one, but Anders finds himself enjoying it more anyway. There's plenty to see and explore, all the faction stuff aside and each one held their merits on things to experience. There were places nature still ran rampant that he still found relaxing, the busy streets of the main city held shops and entertainment at every corner and Spirit's library and meditation moon offered all the peace and research Anders might want.
The library especially was something he continued to visit at least once a day, combing through what books on magic and spirits it had to offer, especially once Hawke could no longer come with him.]
Malum
[At first, he'd been spending a lot of time at the bar, certainly more than he'd spent before he'd woken up older, mostly due to the fact Hawke worked there. Now it was nearly habit to show up whenever Hawke worked.
That included today when Hawke should have been working but wasn't because he'd been an idiot and gotten caught cheating the system. He loved Hawke with every fiber of his being, but he was really far less than impressed with his partner's ability to land himself in trouble. Especially when Anders had told him it would blow up in his face.
So now he was at Malum, wishing again he could simply get drunk enough to not think about the fact Hawke was stuck alone in a cell for the next foreseeable future and all this 'competition' might entail. He ordered a drink anyway and sat staring at it.]
Maybe, just this once, you'd make an exception?
[He kept his voice quiet, hoping no one would overhear him ostensibly talking to himself, but still hopeful his Spirit friend would give him a break for one night and let the alcohol muddle his head a bit.
He wasn't going to hold his breath on it.]
For Fenris
[Even with Vash working at the Space Bar now and Hawke in Jail, Anders still generally stuck to Malum and not the Space Bar, he likely wouldn't have set foot in there at all tonight, if it was left up to him. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Ser-Pounce-A-Lot, in his curious kitten ways, had slipped away from Anders almost as soon as they'd stepped abord the Iskaulit and thoroughly lost the mage for the time being.
The small orange ball of fluff strode into the bar like he owned the place and began poking around at anything and everything that drew his attention. Eventually, that attention fell on the elf that worked there and Pounce made quick work of scaling his outfit to find a spot on Fenris' shoulder.
This was fine, right?]
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[Anders knocks back a huge gulp of his drink and sets it back down thoughtfully.]
Hmmm...nope, not today, it seems. Too much to hope for, I suppose. At least it still tastes decent.
[His brow raised and he glanced back to Crowley.]
Do you ever work in your own bar? I don't think I've seen it yet.
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[He scoffs, folding his arms. Working? Him? That's a ridiculous idea. ]
Working is what I pay my staff to do. I'm here as the friendly face of the establishment.
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[Okay, trading sarcastic remarks with Hawke's demon boss was a lot more fun than he'd been expecting.]
You're doing a wonderful job at that. If you don't work in your own bar, what do you do with all your time, exactly?
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[That's Crowley. He's a pleaser. ]
People watch, mostly. Occasionally tempt people into doing something that's fun for everyone. Sleep. Got a lot of time set aside for sleep, me. And drinking.
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[Despite his sarcasm, he was really only partially joking. Certainly, he wouldn't be able to live life like that now, but once upon a time that would have sounded like a dream to him.]
Does 'fun for everyone' include that 'Slithirio' game, or whatever it's called? That was your handiwork, wasn't it?
[Not that he's played it. Definitely not. He definitely had better things to be doing, even without the amount of patients he'd had in Darktown and the village in Orlais. Purely curiosity.]
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[The life of luxury, really, compared to being at Hell's beck and call.]
It was, actually, most of the games on the Network are mine. You're welcome.
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I don't know what you're talking about. Maker knows I have plenty else to do than play around, I'd simply heard of it, that's all.
[That's his story and he's sticking to it.]
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My, that was almost convincing.
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Your bar is popular enough, isn't there someone else you could go annoy?
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Awww, are you bored of me already?
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You're certainly the most lively demon I've ever known.
[Not that he's known a whole lot that he didn't just kill, but still. Crowley wasn't like them, though, according to Adalwolfe; he was a demon, but not a Demon.]
Now, irritated with you I could see the argument for.
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[Honestly the demon is more a title than anything else at this point. It probably always has been. ]
Well, that is what I'm usually aiming for.
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Well, I congratulate you on making your mark.
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Thank you, I do what I can.