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[LupusYondergirl]

And there was the "big secret" thing in The Stolen Throne, where she called Maric in to speak to him in private. She told him and Loghain there would be another blight, and Maric would not live to see it, but perhaps she gave Maric more information still.

Oooh...  top of page!

You know what we haven't seen in a while?


aaaw yeah

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 20 octobre 2010 - 06:25 .

[Galagraphia]

Ah, let's forget about crazy witches and just... drool. ^____^

[Miri1984]

You know, I spend a lot of time looking at the Picture (although my husband has made me stop using it as my iPhone's touch screen) and I keep noticing new things to drool over. At the moment? His hands. Completely drool-worthy.

[SurelyForth]

Looking at The Picture, which I have not done in many days, has unwadded my brain a little and given me some incentive to finish this week's prompt. Bleargh. I really need to win the lottery so I can tell real world obligations to shove off so I can have more time to ponder Anders.

[tankgirly]

Nilfalasiel wrote...

On a different topic, just got Sigrun last night, and shesocute

Oh, I absolutely adored her! She's the cutest dwarf I've ever seen! And quite funny, too! Her banter with any party memeber (especially Anders' , of course)were just epic! I rolled on the floor laughing every time I triggered them!



Anyone remembered this piece?

Tank

[Miri1984]

Ha! I forgot Anders was in that one as well - it's such a cute Nate piece. I love it too, though. Aimo's comics are always hilarious.

[tankgirly]

This strip featured every single Awakening companions, I adored it, too! I laughed every time I read it!

[Galagraphia]

 Oh, I spilt tea on my laptop at work yesterday and it's died. I hope it will dry out and I'll be able to work today. Otherwise I will have to cancel my vacation to finish everything And pay for a laptop which belongs to the client. Ahhh.... I hope it won't happen or I won't do anything for my own prompt. BTW:


The new week prompt will be called:
A change of scene
Take Anders (and your favourite characters from DAO) and send him on another planet, or to the future, or to the middle ages where the Inquisition burns heretics. Send him to Mass Effect to rescue Ashley Williams from Virmire, to Ivanhoe to kick some templars' arses. Send him anywhere you want.

[Miri1984]

@Gala - you rock!! This is going to be fun!

[Sarah1281]

I think I have an idea. Question: are we still doing time limits? I've been making mine all an hour but this may take longer.

[Galagraphia]

Sarah, I think it's ok to take longer.

[Miri1984]

I figure a bit longer is ok. This is such a good idea and for a fic it would take a bit longer to establish than for a picture. I have an idea that would probably take forever to establish properly, but I'm just going to do it as a short drabble I think.

[tankgirly]

YES, NEW PROMPT! And a dazzling new banner!

[Morlanwen]

I really love reading your stories girls Sometimes it brings a tear in my eyes, sometimes a blush on my cheeks and often a smile on my face.


*go back to FF to continue AOA*

[Avilia]

Content warning: Implied drug use and vague sexual references. Also, don't try the fire trick at home kids.

I'll be honest, I really didn't think I could do this prompt. Then I was inspired to time and place by the brilliance of Cold Chisel (Khe Sanh) and, of course, the end is my version of The Other Picture.

I wasn't sure about posting this once it was finished and I hope the themes don't offend or upset anyone.
.....................

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Just give it to me." Hand held out, he gestured impatiently. "Scalpel." Grabbing it pressed the sharp edge to the throat of man lying on the table. "Hold him still." Using his free hand he pressed down hard on the barely conscious soldier's chest. "Don't so much as flinch or he's dead."

He ignored the way the private watching gagged when he cut a small incision in the patient's throat. It was that or let the man suffocate. "Tube." Just as he reached for it, the gun fire started again. The corporal helping him stepped away to grab his rifle. "Ignore that. I need you."

Bloody doctors, no sense at all. Reluctantly leaving his weapon where he'd put it, he stepped back to the table. "They're getting closer sir."

"Hold him still. I need to tape this in place." Looking around he saw the private was still bent over and gasping air. "You! Private!"

"He's new sir. Just mustered in. First tour." They shared a brief moment of fellow feeling. "Yeah, poor bastard."

"Private! Use that radio you're carrying around and get me an evac for this man." No response. "Private!"

"Christ captain, he's cracked already."

"Can you use that radio corporal?" Finished taping the patient's throat, he stepped back and peeled the surgical gloves of his hands. "Or do we die here?"

"No dying today." Moving quickly he lifted the heavy pack with the radio and dropped it onto one of the empty surgical tables. "I'll work it out."

"Good man." Now he could breathe the patient was more alert. "Don't move. There's a tube in your throat." The man lifted a hand a waved it to indicate understanding. "Count yourself lucky mate, the bullet shattered your jaw but you'll live. Have some interesting scars but the ladies like that." The man made a thumbs up. "The corporal's calling for evac, just relax. You'll be out of here before you know it."

The man was remarkably calm considering his predicament. Now he had a moment, he glanced down over his patient's uniform. Ah. No name, no rank. That explained it then. "Did the rest of your squad make it?" A thumbs up again. Surprising, he hadn't thought they'd leave one of their own behind. "Are they nearby?" The thumb jerked towards the door of the hospital tent. "I'll send them with you."

"Corporal?"

Still bent over the radio he frowned at the Captain. "Sir?"

"This man's squad will need evac as well."

"Yes sir." Easy done, if he could work the bloody radio out. "Won't be long." He ducked his head when another round of gunfire sounded nearby. "That was close."

"We'll be fine." Just as he finished the sentence something rolled into the tent. "Grenade." Moving quickly he ran towards it and punt kicked it back outside. "Fire in the hole!" The explosion threw him backwards into the tables.

"Captain?" Christ. The doctor was out. Racing over the corporal knelt and pushed a hand in behind the captain's head. Blood. "You alive over there trooper?" A hand waved briefly. "Good. Stay that way. The captain's out of it."

"I'm. Fine." It took some effort but he got his eyes open. "Help me up." To take his mind off the screaming pain in his head, he focused on the corporal's name tag. "Thank Christ that wasn't a shrapnel grenade, Corporal Garavel."

"Yes sir." Shoving his arm under the captain's he managed to get him on his feet. "You be right sir?"

"I'm good." He'd just lean on this table for a while. "Is our patient alive?"

"He says so. I'll get back to the radio."

"Good man." He blinked, trying to keep the blackness creeping at the edge of his vision, at bay. "Better hurry along."

Garavel spun just in time to see the Captain slide slowly to the ground.

. . .

His eyes shot open. Darkness. Heat. Turning his head gingerly he caught the slight flicker of light from the candles and let out a slow breath. He wasn't there, he was here. Home.

The girl he'd picked up turned over and draped an arm over his chest. Unable to bear the contact he rolled out of bed and stood.

They'd told him the dreams would go away. No surprise that they'd lied. They'd lied about so much, that was just one more thing to add to the list.

Finding a half empty bottle he lifted it to his lips and drank deeply. If he drank enough he'd sleep without dreaming. Or not remember dreaming. It was enough not to remember.

Cursing his own weakness, he slammed the bottle back on the table and thought about the dream.

He'd been back there, in the jungle, with the corporal and that trooper, the sniper. They saved him. He thought they had. The chopper had come in just in time and evacced them. Hadn't they? Why couldn't he remember?

A deep breath helped to steady him. The sweet smell in the air told him why he couldn't remember anything clearly. Walking unsteadily to the window he threw it open and inhaled the clear air of the summer night.

"What are you doing?"

He glanced at the girl in the bed. "Want to see something?"

When she nodded he went back to the table where he'd left the whiskey. Next to that was a small bottle of fuel for a camp stove. Opening it carefully he poured a small amount of kerosene into the palm of his hand, then lifted one of the many candles she'd set around the room and used the small flame to ignite the liquid. Turning he held his hand out towards her.

"How did you do that?" Kerry's heart thumped when he smiled. Just a small smile that lifted the corners of his mouth. With only the light from the candles and the fire on his hand flickering over him, he looked almost otherworldly. "How?"

"Magic." Lifting his hand to his mouth he blew softly until the flame went out.

"Wow." Blinking vaguely, she wondered if it really was magic, then decided it didn't matter. "Do I know your name?"

"No." She was stoned out of her tiny little mind. Shame, she seemed a decent girl, even for a hippy. "Andrew will do."

"Hi Andrew. I'm Kerry." He smiled again. "Nice tattoo."

[LupusYondergirl]

@Avilia: I really like that! (And I've done that trick. I can also do one with a disposable lighter that makes it look like I'm breathing fire. And one with socks. Ah, misspent youth. This is why I'm still an undergrad in my 30s  )

Lousy midterms making me miss last week's prompt.
I'll probably do it anyways, just late. I don't have another exam (other than the TWO today) until two weeks from today.
Heroes and Heroines of American Lit: I will slaughter you.
Dramatists of the nineteenth and twentieth century... I'll hope the essay portion is on Wilde or Shaw.

(and we're so not going to comment on how I'm blaming schoolwork when I've managed to put over a dozen hours into New Vegas...)

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 21 octobre 2010 - 11:37 .

[Avilia]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

@Avilia: I really like that! (And I've done that trick. I can also do one with a disposable lighter that makes it look like I'm breathing fire. And one with socks. Ah, misspent youth. This is why I'm still an undergrad in my 30s  )

Lousy midterms making me miss last week's prompt.
I'll probably do it anyways, just late. I don't have another exam (other than the TWO today) until two weeks from today.
Heroes and Heroines of American Lit: I will slaughter you.
Dramatists of the nineteenth and twentieth century... I'll hope the essay portion is on Wilde or Shaw.

(and we're so not going to comment on how I'm blaming schoolwork when I've managed to put over a dozen hours into New Vegas...)

haha really?  I picked kerosene because of its low burning temperature - I didn't know it actually worked.  Hmm that makes me a geek doesn't it?  All theory no application ;-)

[LupusYondergirl]

Works: yes. Good idea: No

Especially since it's one of those plans that seems to only carpool with Mr. Underage Drinking.

[Avilia]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

Works: yes. Good idea: No
Especially since it's one of those plans that seems to only carpool with Mr. Underage Drinking.

Ahhh.  Noted

[SurelyForth]

LupusYondergirl wrote...
(and we're so not going to comment on how I'm blaming schoolwork when I've managed to put over a dozen hours into New Vegas...)

This is so me. Granted, I can't actually think due to puppy yipping and wreaking havoc on everything around me, but New Vegas is also a factor. Although I can only play a couple hours at a time because Bethesda games make me nauseous after awhile. We'll pretend like I haven't also been sinking nearly as much time into ME2.

And Gala, your prompt is awesome. I already had an idea for something similar, and this just gives me the chance to do it without feeling silly.

[LupusYondergirl]

SurelyForth wrote...

LupusYondergirl wrote...
(and we're so not going to comment on how I'm blaming schoolwork when I've managed to put over a dozen hours into New Vegas...)

This is so me. Granted, I can't actually think due to puppy yipping and wreaking havoc on everything around me, but New Vegas is also a factor. Although I can only play a couple hours at a time because Bethesda games make me nauseous after awhile. We'll pretend like I haven't also been sinking nearly as much time into ME2.

And Gala, your prompt is awesome. I already had an idea for something similar, and this just gives me the chance to do it without feeling silly.

FYI, if you've run into the quicksave/autosave bug (where you lose all progress when you reopen the game), my roommate found a workaround for it.  first, if you do a hard save from the menu, you shouldn't get hit with the bug at all. 
But, if you didn't do this and find out you've lost a ton of progress randomly, you can get it back.
Go into the game files, copy your backup of the quick/autosaves, and then rename the copies as though they were hard saves, you can then go into the game and just load them from the menu.

[SurelyForth]

LupusYondergirl wrote...

FYI, if you've run into the quicksave/autosave bug (where you lose all progress when you reopen the game), my roommate found a workaround for it.  first, if you do a hard save from the menu, you shouldn't get hit with the bug at all. 
But, if you didn't do this and find out you've lost a ton of progress randomly, you can get it back.
Go into the game files, copy your backup of the quick/autosaves, and then rename the copies as though they were hard saves, you can then go into the game and just load them from the menu.

Is this on the PC? I have the PS3 version (which means all I have to deal with is the inevitable freezes after I've done something mundane but time consuming, like selling loot and being mindful or what guns I want to be using and what miscellaneous items I might need in the future). Since I'll probably get it on the PC eventually, this is good information to have, though.

And I've been using Victor's house to store stuff  for later (mainly Pre-War Books and teddy bears (teddy bears being my preferred ammo for the Rock-It Launcher, which I hope some version made its way into New Vegas)). Of course, I haven't gotten too far out of Primm because there was a roller coaster track that I just had to over-explore. 

I was thinking about trying to make an Anders-esque character for FO or ME2. Since MaleShep voice is so wrong, I might do an intelligent, charming explosives/energy weapons build. I need to do my obligatory sneaky thief playthrough first.

[LupusYondergirl]

Yes, it's the PC version. Some kind of conflict with Steam Cloud (since even the box version uses Steam as the DRM).

There was a patch issued last night, so it might even be fixed. Not sure, I haven't loaded the game up yet.

[Miri1984]

War stories are almost certainly going to be a theme for this one! I looved yours Avilia, it was one he'll of a piece of writing. And heart wrenching.

[Miri1984]

Aaaaand I would never be one to complain about late prompts. Exams are a perfect excuse. Thank God I only ever have to mark them these days.