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driftfleet2016-10-24 02:48 pm
apurrstate) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-24 02:48 pm
[Open]
Who: Anders and Open
Broadcast: Yes (Day after action)
Action: Malum
When: The action takes place a day or so after this happens and the broadcast takes place the next morning
Action
[It hadn't been his first thought to go to the bar. Not even fourth or fifth, but it had popped up eventually. When everything became too much all at once. His clinic was too quiet despite not changing, he was too vulnerable despite not being in any danger. Everything had changed and he hadn't even considered how much until Justice was gone.
Anders went to the only place he could think to go. True, the Space Bar might be a better environment for noise, but Fenris was exactly the last person he wanted to accidentally run into tonight, so Crowley's bar it was. The sound of other people was helpful, at least. And the first drink he basically inhaled helped more. It made it easier to ignore how that persistent hum at the back of his mind was gone, how there wasn't a flux and flow of emotions not quite his own always licking at the edges of his thoughts, how there was only one set of feelings and opinions about everything now left in his head. He'd foolishly tested, half hoping to feel the burst of righteous anger and power as his thoughts drifted to blood magic and the plight of mages and every damn other thing he'd spent the last ten years fighting for.
Suddenly...it was like it had been someone else's problem. Someone else's fight. Like before.
He didn't like it.
He ordered another drink.]
Something strong this time. If it burns my taste-buds into ash, even better.
Voice
[There's a side-effect to drinking. One he hadn't had to deal with in roughly a decade. But, oh, was he dealing with it now. And every time he tried to send a pulse of healing magic into his own head, the hangover he was nursing would just pulse brighter and pang harder and make him think maybe a broodmother would be a blessing right now. It could kill him viciously and in some disgusting way and it would be far kinder than what his head was doing to him.
Perhaps Justice had been doing him a kindness all those years after all. Maker have mercy.
He turned on the broadcast, clumsily hitting video and then voice so a flicker of his disheveled and pathetic appearance can be seen to those who happen to be looking at the time, but then it's gone again and replaced with his voice. Which wasn't really in any better shape.]
Does anyone have any...faster ways with dealing with hangovers? I'd normally take care of it myself but...well, I can't. And thinking isn't too easy right now, so any help would be appreciated. Smartass comments are not, however. Thanks.
Broadcast: Yes (Day after action)
Action: Malum
When: The action takes place a day or so after this happens and the broadcast takes place the next morning
Action
[It hadn't been his first thought to go to the bar. Not even fourth or fifth, but it had popped up eventually. When everything became too much all at once. His clinic was too quiet despite not changing, he was too vulnerable despite not being in any danger. Everything had changed and he hadn't even considered how much until Justice was gone.
Anders went to the only place he could think to go. True, the Space Bar might be a better environment for noise, but Fenris was exactly the last person he wanted to accidentally run into tonight, so Crowley's bar it was. The sound of other people was helpful, at least. And the first drink he basically inhaled helped more. It made it easier to ignore how that persistent hum at the back of his mind was gone, how there wasn't a flux and flow of emotions not quite his own always licking at the edges of his thoughts, how there was only one set of feelings and opinions about everything now left in his head. He'd foolishly tested, half hoping to feel the burst of righteous anger and power as his thoughts drifted to blood magic and the plight of mages and every damn other thing he'd spent the last ten years fighting for.
Suddenly...it was like it had been someone else's problem. Someone else's fight. Like before.
He didn't like it.
He ordered another drink.]
Something strong this time. If it burns my taste-buds into ash, even better.
Voice
[There's a side-effect to drinking. One he hadn't had to deal with in roughly a decade. But, oh, was he dealing with it now. And every time he tried to send a pulse of healing magic into his own head, the hangover he was nursing would just pulse brighter and pang harder and make him think maybe a broodmother would be a blessing right now. It could kill him viciously and in some disgusting way and it would be far kinder than what his head was doing to him.
Perhaps Justice had been doing him a kindness all those years after all. Maker have mercy.
He turned on the broadcast, clumsily hitting video and then voice so a flicker of his disheveled and pathetic appearance can be seen to those who happen to be looking at the time, but then it's gone again and replaced with his voice. Which wasn't really in any better shape.]
Does anyone have any...faster ways with dealing with hangovers? I'd normally take care of it myself but...well, I can't. And thinking isn't too easy right now, so any help would be appreciated. Smartass comments are not, however. Thanks.
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[Leliana, on the other hand, knew that there were times where a more heavy hand was needed. It wasn't unlike Anders but she took no joy in it. She did her duties for Justinia and for the greater good of all of Thedas.]
video;
She saved me from certain hanging or tranquility when we first met, she barely even knew me and still she recruited me. Then, I told her why I'd gone to Amaranthine at all, to find my phylactery, and she offered to help me with that too, even though it's hardly legal. In the end, she killed the Templar who was so hellbent on seeing me dead, but I know it was to protect me. She tried to send Rylock away with words, but she was the one who pressed Riona's hand.
[Rylock had attacked and Riona had protected Anders. That was when he'd made his decision ro stay with the Wardens forever, no one else had stuck their necks out for him like that.
Too bad nothing good ever seemed to last.]
Did you ever find that woman again?
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[Though she hadn't brought Riona along. There was too much to be done in Ferelden. Too much to rebuild.]
Riona has always done what was right - regardless of legality. If she thought helping you was right, then it was right. I wouldn't worry so much about that or Rylock. When I met her she freed a Qunari who had been imprisoned for murdering a family of humans. He's actually a good man and everyone seems to make mistakes now and again. The circumstances around the incident were... complicated.
[A stolen sword, fear for his life, etc. Clearly no one in Thedas could catch a break.]