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Marian left Fenris attending to his business and went up the stairs, back to the battlements. She wanted to take a good look in the courtyard and see if there were anyone else around, maybe someone who could actually try to figure the situation.
She had barely climbed the stairs when she found a familiar face, where there was nothing before.
First, Fenris. Now, Anders. If this is not some kind of demon's work, someone here surely has a weird sense of humor.
Marian considered approaching the man, but she wasn't quite sure of how to proceed.
She had barely climbed the stairs when she found a familiar face, where there was nothing before.
First, Fenris. Now, Anders. If this is not some kind of demon's work, someone here surely has a weird sense of humor.
Marian considered approaching the man, but she wasn't quite sure of how to proceed.
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Date: 2015-08-03 05:11 am (UTC)From:"There seem to be several mentions of this...Inquisitor? Inquisition? in the book. It sounds dire, I confess. Perhaps you could explain it to me?" His tone was gently probing, and he might have been attempting to distract her from what was clearly a troubling memory. Or perhaps he was merely curious. Difficult to say.
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Date: 2015-08-03 05:20 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-08-03 05:24 am (UTC)From:"Well, we could sit here - Varric suggested I stay put, with circumstances...how did he put it, 'already sitting on a powder keg'. But that was hours ago. Or what passes for hours, in this place. And you're here. I could go for moving somewhere more comfortable. Can I take it you know your way around this place, a little?"
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Date: 2015-08-03 05:33 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-08-03 05:34 am (UTC)From:"Well, I'll just...follow you, then, Marian."
He looked for a moment like he was going to add something else, and then he stopped, and simply nodded again.
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Date: 2015-08-03 05:51 am (UTC)From:She opened the door to the tavern soon after, glad to see things were still as she remembered, going down the stairs to the tables near the fire and the barrels of ale. The place was dark and cold as she had never seem, though.
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:01 am (UTC)From:He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face as they entered the tavern.
Strange, how this woman could be Hawke, and yet not Hawke. Anders tried not to dwell on it too much, or he'd be liable to go mad. There was something comforting about her, however, something familiar.
...which was also a peculiar line of thought, and a dangerous one. Justice decidedly did not approve. Typical.
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:09 am (UTC)From:Being near that Anders was just as odd as being near that Fenris; she knew him but he didn't knew her, so she had to keep in mind to not do anything she would do with her friends, to avoid making them uncomfortable.
Difficult situation, even more considering how desperate she was to see some familiar faces.
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:23 am (UTC)From:He stared into the flames for a moment, squatting there in front of the fireplace, unable to keep from wondering what had become of his Hawke and his Fenris. They had apparently not been pulled to this place, so perhaps they were all right, still aboardship and sailing away from the ruin of Kirkwall to safety. Or perhaps there were other places like this, locations that were not-the-Fade where every conceivable possible universe, and some that strained credulity, converged. Perhaps they were in one another place, like this, but not the same. Anders rubbed his forehead. Thinking about it was giving him a headache, and it wasn't as though he could actually do anything for them right now.
Even still, he worried.
There was a part of him, only a small part, that whispered darkly, It's only what you deserve, after all. Losing them. It's a more fitting end for you - not death, but being alone, and still living.
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:30 am (UTC)From:Feels like home...
She clears her throat before approaching, handing him a mug full of ale.
"This ale tastes like piss, but at least feels like the Hanged Man."
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:37 am (UTC)From:He turned, finding Marian there. With a sigh, he stood, taking the mug. He sniffed its contents.
"I don't know whether to be grateful, or disturbed," he said. "Didn't think I'd be drinking anything like that particular brand of piss again...well, ever."
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:39 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-08-03 06:50 am (UTC)From:"9:37," Anders finally said. "We were on a ship, just outside the Gallows, me and Hawke and Fenris, and the rest, Kirkwall burning behind us." He closed his eyes, drew in the memory of Hawke's fingers tangled with his own and Fenris's breath on his neck, like a drowning man clinging to flotsam.
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Date: 2015-08-03 07:03 am (UTC)From:She paused to drank some ale and to see if the story sank in.
"The Left and the Right Hands of Divine Justinia, then, supposedly following her orders, re-opened the Inquisition, to find out who killed the Divine and to close the Breach in the sky, a side effect of the explosion. A hole connecting our world with the Fade, demons crawling out of rifts everywhere, the Veil weakened. The Inquisition was also known as the Herald of Andraste... some elven girl attending to the Conclave that didn't die, with the ability to close the rifts and the Breach."
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Date: 2015-08-03 07:10 am (UTC)From:“They...they voted? In favor of their own independence?” A tiny smile appeared. “Wow.” He fell silent for a moment, gnawing on his bottom lip and clearly processing.
“So this...this weird Fade shit isn’t really all that weird from where you’re coming from, if I’m understanding correctly.”
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Date: 2015-08-03 02:42 pm (UTC)From:She took a deep breath.
"Corypheus caused the explosion, he demanded the sacrifice of the Divine so he could crack open the Veil to go after the Golden City, again. The Grey Wardens helped him, they were being controlled by magic, and there was also the whole Templar Order infected by Red Lyrium. A whole new world, full of memories from the past to bite you in the ass."
Marian clearly wasn't happy about Corypheus being alive and free to do what he wanted. Maybe their presence in the Fade, now, meant the Inquisition had failed to stop him...? Maker forbid such fate, but things were looking quite grim.
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Date: 2015-08-03 05:06 pm (UTC)From:“Wait, wait, wait, you’re talking about entering the Fade physically? That’s...that is...”
There was the telltale flash of blue in his eyes again, and the Fade cracks splitting open. Anders sat straighter in his chair, and then Justice boomed,
“IMPOSSIBLE. IF MORTALS COULD ENTER THE FADE PHYSICALLY, ANDERS AND I WOULD HAVE DONE SO LONG AGO. DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT THAT WOULD MEAN? I COULD TAKE HIM TO THE FADE AND LEAVE HIM. I COULD...” the spirit’s voice became softer, insomuch as he could, and he looked away from Marian. “I COULD GO HOME.”
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