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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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[There's a strange little distance in that word, a sudden gap at Anders bringing up Weisshaupt and home and all that. He's not sure how he feels about it, honestly. He misses Thedas, misses the familiar, but in the Fleet time feels like something that happens to other people. They don't age normally, there's no Calling, no reason to worry about Anders being wrenched from him by idiot Warden rituals. It had broken him once before, knowing how helpless he is in the face of it. The Nightmare found that crack and crept in and there's a bit of that poison still seeping at the edges of the wound, keeping it from healing.
Adalwolfe's arm tightens around Anders at his side, a protective sort of motion but also desperate and defiant all at once. He's not going to let it stop them living, though, so he shoves it away, trying to just embrace the way the conversation flows.]
We could keep traveling, for awhile, if you wanted. Or maybe find out if life at sea with Isabela agrees with Carver.
[He looks stricken for a moment, then disgusted.]
Maker, I hope she hasn't taken him to bed.
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Maker, I hope not. I'd like to say they'd both be wiser than that, but Carver joined the templars and Isabela is...well, she's never been overly picky, as long as it's pretty enough.
[And, while Anders certainly found nothing attractive about Carver, he certainly fell into what Anders would call 'pretty enough.' He put his hand on Adalwolfe's shoulder in a show of somber support.]
Perhaps it would be better to simply seek passage with them and not linger too long...
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Well, it's probably fine. She did say she doesn't generally sleep with the men in her crew and I do believe that. And honestly if we don't actually have to go anywhere on a ship I would be quite alright with that.
[Despite being quite literally born in the middle of the Waking Sea, Adalwolfe isn't at his best shipboard. He gets queasy and antsy without solid ground beneath his feet.]
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[He means it as a joke and if his tone doesn't show it, his kiss to Adalwolfe's cheek might.
Gently, Anders rested his head against Wolfe's, eyes still cast to the now bright field. A quiet, content sigh slips from his lips.]
Thank you for this, love. It's nice to find some peace now and again.
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[Adalwolfe turns his head to kiss Anders' temple then leans right back, quietly watching the daybreak with the little bit of solace they'd found for themselves in a strange land.]