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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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Only a monster would put a cat in an airlock.
[He tries valiantly not to rise to the bait. But it's there and it's Fenris and he can't hold back the pointed glare for the comment.]
And I wasn't letting him wander about, we were headed for Malum. He usually follows me...
[Which means now Fenris is receiving a slightly suspicious look.]
You were probably doing something that distracted him.
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Yes. Because I have nothing better to do with my time than distract your blighted cat.
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Oh, of course, I forgot how much time it takes you to glare and be generally unpleasant to everyone ever. My mistake.
[Not that he wants Fenris to want to play with his cat, he just finds his contempt towards Pounce irritating. No, really, he just found everything about Fenris irritating, even now that he knew a bit more. Maybe even more because of it.]
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[Fenris spreads his arms, gesturing to the bar around him. ]
In case you haven't noticed. And I have things to do, so-
[So leave. Forever, preferably. ]
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['Productive member of society' was not a description for Fenris, but he did know the elf had been somewhere else before this..for a long while as well. It probably changed some things. That and boredom got to the best of them when there weren't slavers and bandits to dispatch.
He doesn't pause for the answer, not even truly expecting Fenris to offer one. Their chance at getting to know each other was long past and buried. Instead, he turned his attention back to his cat and scratched behind Pounce's ears.]
Come on, then, Pounce. I bet Dezel will appreciate your presence, unlike those who lack taste.
[And, quietly, as he turned away.]
I don't know what you found so interesting. I thought you had better sense, at least.
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[Plus, it means he can beat people up when they cause trouble. It's the best. Still, Anders estimation would be right. Almost starving a few times in Exsilium teaches you to get money if and when you can. You never know when you could suddenly find yourself with nothing but what you've earned yourself.]
Yes. Please. Leave.