selvin-9 system mingle

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

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snow leopards

[fantachetic]

[ While caring for an animal of his own doesn't hold much of an appeal right now, it never truly hurts to have a look, does it? Of course he lets whimsy take him over at the exact moment someone has decided to monopolize quite possibly every one of the small cats where he decided to stop. Perhaps it's for the best, he wouldn't want to get sentimental and attached. It looks like the man under the cat pile is doomed, though. ]

You'll put the poor man out of business at the rate you're going.

[apurrstate]

[Anders barely glances back at the man to begin with, he's so enthralled by all the balls of fluff.]

How could I? These delightful lords and ladies are impossible to turn down. As soon as he has more, he'll sell them easily. If we're still here, I might buy them.

[One of the leopards steps away from Anders to give a little mewl to Dorian and sniff around his feet. Anders turns a bit to follow the cat's path and finally looks at the other man properly.]

I was thinking about naming that one Knight-Commander Growley. Or perhaps Ser Purrington.

[Are you impressed yet, Dorian?]

[fantachetic]

[ Thrilled. He's absolutely thrilled. His eyes flick from Anders to watch the small leopard come to suss him out. Once the cat is satisfied that Dorian is worthy of being in the same vicinity, he leans down to let his fingers brush against the cat's spine. ]

Oh, I don't know. This one looks rather above all of that. The distinguished look of an Archon, perhaps?

[apurrstate]

An Archon?

[That catches his interest, but he smiles.]

Archon Growley? No, maybe Archon Dainty Claw. Archon Purrington?

Archon Eats'em...

[From his tone, you'd think he was trying to make a decision that would affect hundreds of lives and not just one cat.]

He does seem to be a very well put-together young man.

[fantachetic]

[ Those are dreadful names, Anders. Do you want those leopards to bite your face off in your sleep? ]

I was thinking Tidarion, but I suppose there are two sorts of pet owners.

[ He gives the animal another distracted pet before straightening once again. ]

[apurrstate]

[Excuse you, his names are works of art. Masterpieces!]

Considering my reputation, I don't think naming my pets after actual Archons of the Imperium would be a wise choice.

[A lot of people already assumed he was a blood mage. There were likely rumors that he secretly came from Tevinter as well, despite his name being Anders. Maker only knew what else. No, that was an association he was better off without; the chantry amulet was about as blasphemous as he liked to get.

He extricated himself from the pile of kittens and went to pick up the little one that had wandered toward Dorian.]

You're clearly from Thedas, but I don't think we've had the pleasure of an introduction.

[Likely because Anders did everything in his power to dodge new people from Thedas...just in case.]