Edited for ToP:
Anders is wondering how this is all going to work out...
Modifié par Avilia, 08 février 2011 - 03:13 .
Modifié par Avilia, 08 février 2011 - 03:13 .
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Dr. Doctor wrote...
Fenris in action is awesome. Anders as a confirmed companion is awesome. Anders however, has been changed a little from his old self. According to GI after a character sidequest our snarky mage buddy becomes host to a Spirit of Justice (I really hope that its Justice from Awakening). Anders is still Anders, but the spiritis assuming direct control chimes in whenever it needs to say something. I must write:
Travel:
Varric: ...and I'm telling him that nug pie is a completely valid breakfast solution. Do you get what I'm saying?
Fenris: (shoving another forkfull of eggs into his mouth) What are you on about?
Varric: I'm taking about...(notices Hawke walking in) Fen, quit filling your face for a second. Boss man's coming.
Fenris: Hawke is our friend, not our- (notices that Hawke is lacking his usual beard) well I wasn't expecting that.
Varric: Huh, I always thought that Isabela liked the beard, poor guy looks terrible. Two sovereigns says that the two of them were drunk last night. (Hawke walks up to the table and sits down)
Hawke: (speaking in a slightly deeper voice) I hear that you're in the information business.
Varric: Well good moring too you too.
Hawke: I am not in the mood for plesantries Mr. Tethras. I am looking for someone, a Witch of the Wilds, can you help me?
Varric: Hey look Hawke, I don't know what you and Miss Pirate got up to last night, but there's no need to be rude.
Hawke: I have no clue who you think I am ser, but my name isn't Hawke.
Varric: (sighs) Fenris, looks like he's a little rattled, must still need to sleep off whatever he had last night. Time to knock some sense back into him. (Fenris cracks his knuckles) Now hold still buddy, this'll only hurt for a second...
Anders: (Walking in to the tavern) Commander!
Fenris: (confused) Commander? Mage, I think that the sprit has addled your mind. This is Hawke.
Justice: (popping into Anders' mind) I have done no such thing, this man who stands before you is the Commander of the Grey, the hero of the Fifth Blight, you will show him respect. (pops out of Anders)
Anders: (shaking his head) Andraste's flaming knickers Justice, will you give me some kind of warning when you do that? Where was I? Oh yes, hello Commander, fancy seeing you here.
Arnell: I can say the same thing to you Anders, what's Justice doing riding around in your head?
Anders: Its a long story. So what brings you to our fair city? Still looking for that lady of yours?
Arnell: (nods head) I thought that the Ser Tethras here would have some sort of lead for me. I guess that I was wrong.
Fenris: I think that you'll find that Varric can find out almost anything given enough time.
Varric: The elf's right, I know a great deal of things. For instance I know that your family will be surprised to see you.
Arnell: I have no family, I was taken in by the Circle as a child.
Varric: Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Hawke, the man who we mistook you for is a decendant of the noble house of Arnell, and don't you dare go saying you're not related, because the family resemblance is uncanny.
Arnell: Well then, consider yourself hired.
Anders: Alright then, we'll go meet Hawke, and see everyone and I'll get you up to speed on what's been going on....
(the pair walk out of the Tavern)
TeenZombie wrote...
I'm starting to warm to this whole abomination-spirit-possession-thing. Zevran and Wynne reminded me that this can be sexy:
{after Wynne's condition is revealed)
Zevran: I couldn't help hearing about your... predicament. Forgive me if I am prying...
Wynne: Yes, you are.
Zevran: ... but what does it feel like being possessed by a spirit?
Wynne: Why does this interest you so?
Zevran: I simply wish to get to know those that I travel with. Is that wrong of me?
Wynne: No, of course it isn't. Well... let me see. It is hard to describe. It is comforting... I... I feel safe, loved.
Zevran: Comforted, loved, yes...
Wynne: It is like being held close, cradled... the bond is so complete that I am unable to extricate myself, nor do I wish to. Wait... why do you have that look on your face?
Zevran: Mmm, I... I am simply imagining it. Continue, please.
Wynne: And there is a constant warmth, that spreads outwards from the very center of my being, infusing my body with--
Zevran: Ooh...
Wynne: Andraste's grace, what are you thinking about now? No, I don't want to know. I feel dirty. Do not speak to me.
tankgirly wrote...
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