Anders (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
apurrstate) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.
no subject
Why do I have to go first?
Besides, it's a long and complicated story.
[Then again, Kirk was the one who shared memories with him. He'd seen and felt how it felt to be locked in solitary for a year and how Anders nearly gave up in that time...perhaps it would be alright if he knew a bit more. He might even understand a little, as much as anyone not from Thedas could.]
Do you remember the tree and the memory of mine that you got?
no subject
Because I asked first.
[ He smirked for a second, but when quiet and somber again as he picked up more of Anders' mood. He sipped his newly arrived drink and nodded softly. ]
Yes, I remember.
[ Like he could forget. Unlike his own memories, Anders' would remain clear in his head for years to come. All his life, probably. ]
What about it?
no subject
That was done to me by a group called Templars, a sort of knight that works for the religious order back home. They torment and torture mages, most do much worse than beatings and isolation, I was lucky. They make mages fear and dread themselves, some to the point of suicide and it seems only right to the masses back home.
To make a long story short, I had a spirit friend who embodied the ideal of Justice, circumstance led to my life in danger and he fused with me. We did a lot of good as well as a lot of harm for the idea of granting justice to mages, but either way you look at it, he was in my head for ten years. That's a third of my entire lifetime, Jim.
Just the other day, someone in the fleet was able to separate us and send Justice back to where he came from as Atroma didn't mean to bring him here too. It needed to be done, we were both suffering for the decision, him more than me...but after all that time, I don't know what to do now.
[A hole in his entire being. 'Anders' only existed at the edges of what Justice and the Templars didn't occupy and he felt like he was barely holding himself together with both hands now that his support had gone.]
It might sound strange, but I'm lonely within my own head.
[He glanced over at Kirk with a slight smile.]
Your turn.