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Anders: he didn't do it, but HE WILL! (DAO spoilers, may contain DAII spoiles)
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 06:42
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Cave, that picture is fantastic! ))))
edit: because I love this picture:
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 07:19
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It is, and it bears repeating I do believe:
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:08
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My prompt response. It was going to be longer, but it started to turn into a full length Awakenings fic, so I cut it to be a snapshot of Anders' first meeting with the architect. (also, never let me write Anders naked, it gets distracting...)
At First Sight
The cage swung. He knew his twelve year old self would have thought that was great. Now he just felt nauseous. It didn’t help that he was looking down at the strapped up, stripped and shackled form of his Commander. Or that there were two other cages swinging near him that contained his other companions, both of whom were unconscious. It didn’t help that for some reason he had not a skerrick of mana and it didn’t seem to be regenerating the way it normally did. It didn’t help that he was naked.
Nakedness wasn’t something he generally enjoyed when he wasn’t in the comfort of his own (or preferably somebody else’s) bedroom. The wooden floor of the cage, for example, had not been recently sanded. The possibility of splinters was ensuring that he moved very, very carefully.
He ached to be able to find out the Commander’s condition. She’d only recently recovered from a nasty shoulder injury - he suspected she was lying when she told him it felt fine, and she looked so pale and small… and soft and curvaceous…
He shook his head, closing his eyes to dismiss the images that were crowding in. He had lockpicks in his hair (he always carried some) but opening the cage would be useless unless he could also find a way to lower it enough so the drop to the floor wouldn’t kill him. If he had mana he might have risked it anyway - a broken leg, though undoubtably painful, could be healed enough to walk on. But he didn’t have enough magic to heal an ant at the moment.
The reason why became apparent a few minutes later.
He thought at first it was a human - a tall, freakishly thin one, true, but a human nonetheless. It was only when he turned his head up towards the cage Anders swung in that he realised it was a darkspawn - the strangest darkspawn he’d ever seen. Tall, for one, and thin. With blue skin - how did that happen? And his warden senses - still unreliable - weren’t giving him any more information than that.
“You are awake,” the darkspawn said. Its voice was low and melodious. Anders shuddered.
“Yes. And a bit cranky, to be honest.”
“I do not understand.”
“Cranky. Annoyed. Bloody murderous, actually, if you want to be accurate. I like to be accurate. Especially when I’m dangling naked in a cage with no mana. What have you done to us?”
“I am sorry,” the darkspawn said. “It was necessary.”
“Forgive me if I sound rude, but I can’t really see the necessity in this. Why not just kill us?”
It didn’t have eyes. At least, it didn’t have eyes that Anders could see. But he guessed it blinked, because it certainly sounded nonplussed.
“I need you,” it said.
“That’s reassuring. What for?”
The darkspawn lifted its hand and Anders felt his grip on consciousness loosen. “Hey,” he said. “Hey I only asked a question…”
At First Sight
The cage swung. He knew his twelve year old self would have thought that was great. Now he just felt nauseous. It didn’t help that he was looking down at the strapped up, stripped and shackled form of his Commander. Or that there were two other cages swinging near him that contained his other companions, both of whom were unconscious. It didn’t help that for some reason he had not a skerrick of mana and it didn’t seem to be regenerating the way it normally did. It didn’t help that he was naked.
Nakedness wasn’t something he generally enjoyed when he wasn’t in the comfort of his own (or preferably somebody else’s) bedroom. The wooden floor of the cage, for example, had not been recently sanded. The possibility of splinters was ensuring that he moved very, very carefully.
He ached to be able to find out the Commander’s condition. She’d only recently recovered from a nasty shoulder injury - he suspected she was lying when she told him it felt fine, and she looked so pale and small… and soft and curvaceous…
He shook his head, closing his eyes to dismiss the images that were crowding in. He had lockpicks in his hair (he always carried some) but opening the cage would be useless unless he could also find a way to lower it enough so the drop to the floor wouldn’t kill him. If he had mana he might have risked it anyway - a broken leg, though undoubtably painful, could be healed enough to walk on. But he didn’t have enough magic to heal an ant at the moment.
The reason why became apparent a few minutes later.
He thought at first it was a human - a tall, freakishly thin one, true, but a human nonetheless. It was only when he turned his head up towards the cage Anders swung in that he realised it was a darkspawn - the strangest darkspawn he’d ever seen. Tall, for one, and thin. With blue skin - how did that happen? And his warden senses - still unreliable - weren’t giving him any more information than that.
“You are awake,” the darkspawn said. Its voice was low and melodious. Anders shuddered.
“Yes. And a bit cranky, to be honest.”
“I do not understand.”
“Cranky. Annoyed. Bloody murderous, actually, if you want to be accurate. I like to be accurate. Especially when I’m dangling naked in a cage with no mana. What have you done to us?”
“I am sorry,” the darkspawn said. “It was necessary.”
“Forgive me if I sound rude, but I can’t really see the necessity in this. Why not just kill us?”
It didn’t have eyes. At least, it didn’t have eyes that Anders could see. But he guessed it blinked, because it certainly sounded nonplussed.
“I need you,” it said.
“That’s reassuring. What for?”
The darkspawn lifted its hand and Anders felt his grip on consciousness loosen. “Hey,” he said. “Hey I only asked a question…”
#6981
Posté 05 février 2011 - 05:52
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That was great Miri. I really enjoyed reading it... once I got passed thinking about naked Anders. That took up five good minutes. XD
Although, I'm still deeply concerned about his bottom and the whole splinter situation.
Although, I'm still deeply concerned about his bottom and the whole splinter situation.
#6982
Posté 05 février 2011 - 06:52
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Nice, Miri! And it's kind of fun to get the look back at Anders in his pre-Neria days.
Like Cave, the whole naked thing was a bit of a distraction, though...
Cave, that's one of my favorites of yours.
Like Cave, the whole naked thing was a bit of a distraction, though...
Cave, that's one of my favorites of yours.
#6983
Posté 05 février 2011 - 09:20
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Thanks! And the nudity continues in the second part - which I may post later. I always thought it was a bit odd that you wake up in cells wearing nice commoner clothing. I suppose it's an indication that the Architect is nicer than your average crazy darkspawn scientist, but I do have to wonder where the clothes came from in the first place...
And I couldn't resist...
When he woke he was lying in a cell, naked. Slight improvement, as the floor was stone and he seemed to be splinter free. He could also feel the edges of his mana regenerating.
His companions were also naked. Maker’s breath, but this wasn’t how he’d ever envisioned seeing either the Commander or Velanna, although part of him couldn’t help but peek.
“I wouldn’t, mage,” Nathaniel’s voice broke into his reverie. He didn’t blush - truly, how did the archer expect him to react at being naked in the same room as two beautiful women? But he also didn’t skip the opportunity to take in the competition.
Mmm. I guess we’re even in that regard at least.
“Why Nathaniel, are you going to defend their honour?” Anders said. “Or perhaps your time would be better employed getting us out of here.”
“If I had picks, naturally,” Nathaniel said. Anders cocked an eyebrow at him and felt in his hair for the picks he always kept there. Nathaniel snorted as his hands came back empty.
“Well. That’s just… rude!” Anders exclaimed. “They went through my hair!”
Nathaniel gave him one of his rare grins and then turned to Velanna, who had regained consciousness. She immediately skittered away into a corner and covered herself with her arms, glaring at the two men as though they were about to attack her. Anders rolled his eyes and turned his back to where the Commander was still unconscious. Enough of his mana had returned that he could use his healing sense on her and he didn’t like what he felt. She’d lost blood - the marks on her arms demonstrated as much. He got up and went to her, brushing dark hair away from her face and letting a small healing spell trickle through his fingers. Her eyelids fluttered and opened.
“Anders?”
“Commander.”
“Why are you naked?”
“Good question. One I’d like answered myself.”
“Please tell me I’m not naked too.”
He allowed himself a small smile. “You’re not naked.”
“You’re lying aren’t you?”
His smile turned into a smirk and he let his eyes wander lower. She didn’t hesitate, but slapped him across the face. He blinked and shook his head. “Well, I was going to get slapped any way. May as well have done something to deserve it.”
“What’s the situation?” she said, all business now as she sat upright.
“I’m not sure Commander,” Nathaniel said. “We were all knocked out when we got to that symbol in the mines. Anders and I only woke up a few minutes ago.”
“Actually, no,” Anders said. “I woke up a while before. We weren’t here though.”
Miranda caught his eye. “Yes. Some sort of laboratory,” she said.
“With an incredibly creepy talking darkspawn.”
“The architect,” Miranda said.
“Yes. Let’s not meet him again. I really didn’t like him.”
Miranda looked thoughtful. “We’re going to need to get out of here quickly,” she said, and reached for her hair. Nathaniel and Anders both looked at her as she felt through the strands and finally cursed.
“Looks like we’ll all need to find a new hiding place,” Anders said, grinning. Miranda laughed, then turned her back on them. When she turned back, she held a lockpick in her fingers. “I don’t even want to know,” he said. She grinned at him, then let her eyes run over his form appreciatively. He was furious to feel the start of a blush.
“You don’t have a place for it, Mage boy,” she said.
“That’s what you think.”
And I couldn't resist...
When he woke he was lying in a cell, naked. Slight improvement, as the floor was stone and he seemed to be splinter free. He could also feel the edges of his mana regenerating.
His companions were also naked. Maker’s breath, but this wasn’t how he’d ever envisioned seeing either the Commander or Velanna, although part of him couldn’t help but peek.
“I wouldn’t, mage,” Nathaniel’s voice broke into his reverie. He didn’t blush - truly, how did the archer expect him to react at being naked in the same room as two beautiful women? But he also didn’t skip the opportunity to take in the competition.
Mmm. I guess we’re even in that regard at least.
“Why Nathaniel, are you going to defend their honour?” Anders said. “Or perhaps your time would be better employed getting us out of here.”
“If I had picks, naturally,” Nathaniel said. Anders cocked an eyebrow at him and felt in his hair for the picks he always kept there. Nathaniel snorted as his hands came back empty.
“Well. That’s just… rude!” Anders exclaimed. “They went through my hair!”
Nathaniel gave him one of his rare grins and then turned to Velanna, who had regained consciousness. She immediately skittered away into a corner and covered herself with her arms, glaring at the two men as though they were about to attack her. Anders rolled his eyes and turned his back to where the Commander was still unconscious. Enough of his mana had returned that he could use his healing sense on her and he didn’t like what he felt. She’d lost blood - the marks on her arms demonstrated as much. He got up and went to her, brushing dark hair away from her face and letting a small healing spell trickle through his fingers. Her eyelids fluttered and opened.
“Anders?”
“Commander.”
“Why are you naked?”
“Good question. One I’d like answered myself.”
“Please tell me I’m not naked too.”
He allowed himself a small smile. “You’re not naked.”
“You’re lying aren’t you?”
His smile turned into a smirk and he let his eyes wander lower. She didn’t hesitate, but slapped him across the face. He blinked and shook his head. “Well, I was going to get slapped any way. May as well have done something to deserve it.”
“What’s the situation?” she said, all business now as she sat upright.
“I’m not sure Commander,” Nathaniel said. “We were all knocked out when we got to that symbol in the mines. Anders and I only woke up a few minutes ago.”
“Actually, no,” Anders said. “I woke up a while before. We weren’t here though.”
Miranda caught his eye. “Yes. Some sort of laboratory,” she said.
“With an incredibly creepy talking darkspawn.”
“The architect,” Miranda said.
“Yes. Let’s not meet him again. I really didn’t like him.”
Miranda looked thoughtful. “We’re going to need to get out of here quickly,” she said, and reached for her hair. Nathaniel and Anders both looked at her as she felt through the strands and finally cursed.
“Looks like we’ll all need to find a new hiding place,” Anders said, grinning. Miranda laughed, then turned her back on them. When she turned back, she held a lockpick in her fingers. “I don’t even want to know,” he said. She grinned at him, then let her eyes run over his form appreciatively. He was furious to feel the start of a blush.
“You don’t have a place for it, Mage boy,” she said.
“That’s what you think.”
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#6984
Posté 05 février 2011 - 09:44
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Notice Anders is the only few fully dress one XDDDDDD
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 09:51
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OH YES. I love it sooo much Anders and Isabela and Varric are the most dressed - FANTASTIC.
Anders and Isabela and Varric are the most dressed - FANTASTIC.
Modifié par Miri1984, 05 février 2011 - 09:52 .
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 09:54
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And Fenris walked off. Apparently they all got sick of Carver losing.
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 09:56
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So the Anders in that picture is awesome (especially because of Aveline's expression), but that Merrill might be the most awesome ever. I love it.
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 09:58
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Pseudo usually does a lot of doodle exclusive on BSN only. This is just a taste.
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 09:58
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Truly! That picture is made of eighty types of win. Is it on deviant art Tank? Ah, nvm - question answered.
Modifié par Miri1984, 05 février 2011 - 10:01 .
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:00
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Miri1984 wrote...
Truly! That picture is made of eighty types of win. Is it on deviant art Tank?
Our massage missed each other.
EDIT: Just saw Ser Pounce-A-Lot!
Modifié par tankgirly, 05 février 2011 - 10:02 .
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:06
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@Miri, That was awesome. Plain and simple.
Well, of course Anders is almost fully clothed, he wears a hundred layers... and he totally cheats.
And Merrill is a boss? Who'da thunk it?
Well, of course Anders is almost fully clothed, he wears a hundred layers... and he totally cheats.
And Merrill is a boss? Who'da thunk it?
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:10
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Let's put Zevran and Alistair in it and see who will be crying....XD
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:20
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Miri1984 wrote...
Zevran would lose deliberately!
<3
#6995
Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:30
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Zev: Fabricante! I have no cards of which to speak. Well, then my tunic, yes?
Anders: You have all the bloody aces...
Zev: Silencio por favor, mago.
XD
Anders: You have all the bloody aces...
Zev: Silencio por favor, mago.
XD
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#6996
Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:35
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Once naked, he would also probably make repeated offers to fetch people things from another room. "Another drink, anyone? Oh, you dropped your cards, here, allow me!"
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:35
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cave_fatuam wrote...
Zev: Fabricante! I have no cards of which to speak. Well, then my tunic, yes?
Anders: You have all the bloody aces...
Zev: Silencio por favor, mago.
XD
*roflmao*
Don't forget Isabella is there, she probably knows all his trick.
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#6998
Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:40
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I am honoured to know you, ladies
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Posté 05 février 2011 - 10:57
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@Miri, I liked your first one... and I absolutely love the second part, lmao! XD It's so full of nakedness and Miranda was EPIC!!!
@Tank, that picture has just made my night! )))))))))
@Tank, that picture has just made my night! )))))))))
