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[Genraku]

Decomposey wrote...

How odd, the poster above me (Genraku) Has the same name as someone in my WoW guild. Someone who hasn't been showing up for raids. Playing DA:O could explain why....

I am not authorized at this time to divulge who may or may not be in someone's alleged guild. >.>

As for Alistair and his consolations ervice... I geuss the spirit would be semi-willing but ther est would be... in fragments scattered across the tent.. and in some purses. o.o

[Xandurpein]

In Camp...

Me: I love you so much
Leliana: You are so sweet... Hmm, you're not just saying all those things to get into my panties are you?
Me: No, no of course not!
Leliana: Good, for that won't work you know.
Me: *sigh* I know. The panties stay on, Morrigan said the same thing.
Leliana: What!

[Recidiva]

*just prior to the epilogue*



Bodahn approaches Alistair with a note. Opening the note, Alistair finds the rose he gave her pressed carefully between the tear-stained pages.



"I know you are angry, and feel betrayed, and beyond that, inexpressibly lonely. For that, more than anything, I am sorry. I am a coward because I could not face that loneliness myself. I could say so many things that would make it sound as if I knew what I was doing, but in the end, I only know what I cannot do. I cannot watch you die. I cannot go on with all my reasons for living (those would be you) gone. I cannot betray everything you stand for in order to live. Don't ask. Big "ew" factor.



Maker watch over you, as I shall, from whichever corner of the fade I am relegated to wait until I can see you again and tease you mercilessly. Bring portraits of your children, the ones with your eyes. But don't mention your wife. Let's just pretend she doesn't exist. Yes, I can be petty and jealous even when dead. And don't marry Anora. Okay, so I can be bossy when I'm dead as well.



If I have any wishes for you it's that you create and find in this flawed world some of the measure of joy and hope that you brought to my life. Not too soon, mind. Mourn me for at least...a week. Deal?



All my love,



Elissa



p.s. Please, release doves at my memorial service. But tell Shayle it was my idea before she tries to kill you. She'll understand. I hope. If not, wear shoes that promote speed."



With a smile that encompasses grief and understanding, Alistair pulls a letter from a pocket over his heart that he had intended for her to find. Written on those pages were the same thoughts, but with different words. Folding the letters together with the rose inside them both, he puts them back over his heart, holds his hand there for a moment and says softly "Deal."

[Xandurpein]

Recidiva wrote...

*just prior to the epilogue*

Bodahn approaches Alistair with a note. Opening the note, Alistair finds the rose he gave her pressed carefully between the tear-stained pages.

"I know you are angry, and feel betrayed, and beyond that, inexpressibly lonely. For that, more than anything, I am sorry. I am a coward because I could not face that loneliness myself. I could say so many things that would make it sound as if I knew what I was doing, but in the end, I only know what I cannot do. I cannot watch you die. I cannot go on with all my reasons for living (those would be you) gone. I cannot betray everything you stand for in order to live. Don't ask. Big "ew" factor.

Maker watch over you, as I shall, from whichever corner of the fade I am relegated to wait until I can see you again and tease you mercilessly. Bring portraits of your children, the ones with your eyes. But don't mention your wife. Let's just pretend she doesn't exist. Yes, I can be petty and jealous even when dead. And don't marry Anora. Okay, so I can be bossy when I'm dead as well.

If I have any wishes for you it's that you create and find in this flawed world some of the measure of joy and hope that you brought to my life. Not too soon, mind. Mourn me for at least...a week. Deal?

All my love,

Elissa

p.s. Please, release doves at my memorial service. But tell Shayle it was my idea before she tries to kill you. She'll understand. I hope. If not, wear shoes that promote speed."

With a smile that encompasses grief and understanding, Alistair pulls a letter from a pocket over his heart that he had intended for her to find. Written on those pages were the same thoughts, but with different words. Folding the letters together with the rose inside them both, he puts them back over his heart, holds his hand there for a moment and says softly "Deal."

That was so sweet! It killed my mood to make more puns for at least... some time

[Recidiva]

Xandurpein wrote...

That was so sweet! It killed my mood to make more puns for at least... some time

Awwwww.  There's always room for puns.

Well, now I've played my perfect "good" game.

At least I make the most of the roleplay aspect.  Growing imaginations need sustenance.  And puns. 

[Xandurpein]

In camp, the morning after some serious romping in Morrigan's tent.



Me: What now?

Morrigan: It's entierly up to you. I have no designs on your independence.

Me: So... no commitment whatsoever. I guess I can live with that.

Morrigan: Good, then we shall get along marvelously.

Me: One more thing.

Morrigan: Yes?

Me: I'm still dead if I touch Leliana, right?

Morrigan (Icy glare) Yes.

Me: I thought so, just checking

[Recidiva]

Xandurpein wrote...

In camp, the morning after some serious romping in Morrigan's tent.

Me: What now?
Morrigan: It's entierly up to you. I have no designs on your independence.
Me: So... no commitment whatsoever. I guess I can live with that.
Morrigan: Good, then we shall get along marvelously.
Me: One more thing.
Morrigan: Yes?
Me: I'm still dead if I touch Leliana, right?
Morrigan (Icy glare) Yes.
Me: I thought so, just checking

That part kills me.  My "evil" guy slept with everyone and when they all detonated at once he was done with them.

Me:  "So when you mean "no designs" you really meant "I have a journal with your name and mine written together with hearts and XOXOXO's and you're twelve?"
Morrigan:  "Essentially, yes."
Me:  "Right.  I don't think that word means what you think it means."
Morrigan: "Inconthievable!"

Modifié par Recidiva, 08 décembre 2009 - 02:14 .

[Xandurpein]

I still don't understand how Celia Black can pack so much disapproval in two words "that girl". First time I played the game and completed Leliana's romance I could still hear her voice in back of my head.

(Edit: Celia Black = Morrigan's Voice actor, but everyone knew that, right?)

Modifié par Xandurpein, 08 décembre 2009 - 02:27 .

[Recidiva]

Xandurpein wrote...

I still don't understand how Celia Black can pack so much disapproval in two words "that girl". First time I played the game and completed Leliana's romance I could still hear her voice in back of my head.

Leliana bothered me more.  Double insult.

Leliana:  Do you say the same words to her as you do to me?
Me:  Option to say:  "That was beneath you" and then tacked on "Do you really think I'm that lacking of words that I cannot find new ones for different people?  You were a woman, now you're clearly below the age of consent in mental terms."

The "You're...splashing through her swamp!" bit did crack me up though.

[Recidiva]

Xandurpein wrote...

(Edit: Celia Black = Morrigan's Voice actor, but everyone knew that, right?)

Heh.  It's Claudia Black.  Yes, I knew that. 

Modifié par Recidiva, 08 décembre 2009 - 02:34 .

[Xandurpein]

Leliana: Do you say the same things to her as you do to me?
Me: No, do you think I'm stupid. Every time I make a decision and she likes it, then you hate it and vice versa. I only got this far with both of you by saying completly different things to you.

Heh.  It's Claudia Black.  Yes, I knew that. 

I stand corrected

Modifié par Xandurpein, 08 décembre 2009 - 02:41 .

[ChemicalGreen]

Yes, someone oughto explain Morrigan what no strings attached means. Her spontanous comment regarding my PC demanding a kiss from Katelyn in Redcliffe for saving her brother is so hilarious. Her voice is dripping with pure venom. Which from a shapeshifter with spider form is kind... of worrying.



The way she gives you the ring is good too.



Morrigan: Here's a family heirloom ring that's important to me. But it doesn't mean anything to me, honest!

Me: So this is not a sign of affection?

Morrigan: Indeed, it is not.

Me: What are these runes here?

Morrigan: Oh, it's a magical stalker ring, I'll always be able to find you when you have that on.

*Cue backgroung music of The Police performing "Every Breath You Take" with lutes*

Me: .... Really? Anything else?

Morrigan: Well, I can also get glimpses of your emotional state with it.

Me: I sure am glad you don't want commitment from me, Morrigan.

Morrigan: I know, I'm always right about this emotional mushy stuff. HEY, did you just stare at that girl's boobs and think "Mhmm.... dayymmnnnn!"??

[Recidiva]

ChemicalGreen wrote...

Yes, someone oughto explain Morrigan what no strings attached means. Her spontanous comment regarding my PC demanding a kiss from Katelyn in Redcliffe for saving her brother is so hilarious. Her voice is dripping with pure venom. Which from a shapeshifter with spider form is kind... of worrying.

The way she gives you the ring is good too.

Morrigan: Here's a family heirloom ring that's important to me. But it doesn't mean anything to me, honest!
Me: So this is not a sign of affection?
Morrigan: Indeed, it is not.
Me: What are these runes here?
Morrigan: Oh, it's a magical stalker ring, I'll always be able to find you when you have that on.
*Cue backgroung music of The Police performing "Every Breath You Take" with lutes*
Me: .... Really? Anything else?
Morrigan: Well, I can also get glimpses of your emotional state with it.
Me: I sure am glad you don't want commitment from me, Morrigan.
Morrigan: I know, I'm always right about this emotional mushy stuff. HEY, did you just stare at that girl's boobs and think "Mhmm.... dayymmnnnn!"??

Morrigan's boobs always make me wonder how she doesn't suffer various elemental nipple trauma based on her specialization.  Though with spirit healer I suppose she can heal freezer-burned nipples.

"Is that thing stapled on or what?"

Modifié par Recidiva, 08 décembre 2009 - 03:15 .

[Servant of Nature]

Recidiva wrote...

*just prior to the epilogue*

Bodahn approaches Alistair with a note. Opening the note, Alistair finds the rose he gave her pressed carefully between the tear-stained pages.

"I know you are angry, and feel betrayed, and beyond that, inexpressibly lonely. For that, more than anything, I am sorry. I am a coward because I could not face that loneliness myself. I could say so many things that would make it sound as if I knew what I was doing, but in the end, I only know what I cannot do. I cannot watch you die. I cannot go on with all my reasons for living (those would be you) gone. I cannot betray everything you stand for in order to live. Don't ask. Big "ew" factor.

Maker watch over you, as I shall, from whichever corner of the fade I am relegated to wait until I can see you again and tease you mercilessly. Bring portraits of your children, the ones with your eyes. But don't mention your wife. Let's just pretend she doesn't exist. Yes, I can be petty and jealous even when dead. And don't marry Anora. Okay, so I can be bossy when I'm dead as well.

If I have any wishes for you it's that you create and find in this flawed world some of the measure of joy and hope that you brought to my life. Not too soon, mind. Mourn me for at least...a week. Deal?

All my love,

Elissa

p.s. Please, release doves at my memorial service. But tell Shayle it was my idea before she tries to kill you. She'll understand. I hope. If not, wear shoes that promote speed."

With a smile that encompasses grief and understanding, Alistair pulls a letter from a pocket over his heart that he had intended for her to find. Written on those pages were the same thoughts, but with different words. Folding the letters together with the rose inside them both, he puts them back over his heart, holds his hand there for a moment and says softly "Deal."

ARGH!  You just HAD to go there!  Dammit.  I was in a good mood this morning too!  Now I'm thinking about writing my horribly depressing fanfic!

P.S. I can totally envision Alistair doing that last bit.  Great imagery.  *smacks Recidiva*  Now stop using your super powers for evil.

[Recidiva]

Servant of Nature wrote...

ARGH!  You just HAD to go there!  Dammit.  I was in a good mood this morning too!  Now I'm thinking about writing my horribly depressing fanfic!

P.S. I can totally envision Alistair doing that last bit.  Great imagery.  *smacks Recidiva*  Now stop using your super powers for evil.

Yes, I had to go there. 

I'm sorry.  If it helps, I ran through about another box of tissues thinking that bit out.

When I immerse myself, I IMMERSE MYSELF.

Yes, it's evil.  I can't help it.  And thank you for the slap.  I shall treasure it.

[Servant of Nature]

Recidiva wrote...


Yes, I had to go there. 

I'm sorry.  If it helps, I ran through about another box of tissues thinking that bit out.

When I immerse myself, I IMMERSE MYSELF.

Yes, it's evil.  I can't help it.  And thank you for the slap.  I shall treasure it.

I am glad you immerse yourself, as said as that snippet was, it was very moving, I just recently had a playthrough that was just like that.  Argh the breakup and the post breakup and the funeral. Stupid. Game.

Good news, though, you made me want to write again!

[Recidiva]

Servant of Nature wrote...

I am glad you immerse yourself, as said as that snippet was, it was very moving, I just recently had a playthrough that was just like that.  Argh the breakup and the post breakup and the funeral. Stupid. Game.

Good news, though, you made me want to write again!

Short of wrenching the entire story somewhere it can't realistically go, that's my "happy ending" option to the best of my ability.

Writing is good!  Some of my favorite "inner voices" are characters I've written that are so much wiser and cooler than I am.  And they still hang out with me, so that's good.

Having Alistair's voice in my inner pantheon is a good thing, all told.

[Xandurpein]

Xandurpein wrote...

In camp, the morning after some serious romping in Morrigan's tent.

Me: What now?
Morrigan: It's entierly up to you. I have no designs on your independence.
Me: So... no commitment whatsoever. I guess I can live with that.
Morrigan: Good, then we shall get along marvelously.
Me: One more thing.
Morrigan: Yes?
Me: I'm still dead if I touch Leliana, right?
Morrigan (Icy glare) Yes.
Me: I thought so, just checking

It actually goes downhill from there...

In camp, a month later

Me: Do you want to go to bed with me?
Morrigan: No.
Me: Oh... why?
Morrigan: I have a headache.
Me: But you have had a headache for 2 weeks, ever since I told you I cared for you?
Morrigan: sod off
Me: Fine, have it your way
Morrigan: (Winks at Sten and grins smugly)
Me: So... Good night then dear.
Morrigan: Mhmm.... (points at her watch and shows five fingers to Sten)
Me: (Stalks off angrily)
Me: Bhodan, BHODAN!
Bhodan: You want to buy something at this time of night?
Me: Yes, I want to bottles of a decent wine and a pair of shoes. The blue ridiculous ones. And have it all gift wrapped.

[Xandurpein]

Seriosly. I want a possibility to confront Morrigan about her stalking Sten, given that she freaks out about Leliana.

Modifié par Xandurpein, 08 décembre 2009 - 05:23 .

[Recidiva]

Xandurpein wrote...

Seriosly. I want a possibility to confront Morrigan about her stalking Sten, given that she freaks out about Leliana.

It is nice that Alistair only flirts with Shale and Wynne.

[gotthammer]

Recidiva wrote...
That part kills me.  My "evil" guy slept with everyone and when they all detonated at once he was done with them.

Me:  "So when you mean "no designs" you really meant "I have a journal with your name and mine written together with hearts and XOXOXO's and you're twelve?"
Morrigan:  "Essentially, yes."
Me:  "Right.  I don't think that word means what you think it means."
Morrigan: "Inconthievable!"

Any chance this is a reference to that Farscape episode entitled 'John Quixote'?

[Xandurpein]

It actually happened to me in a game. She got to the "headache" part of the romance with me, and then she had the gall to try and get laid with Sten right in front of my eyes.

Modifié par Xandurpein, 08 décembre 2009 - 05:31 .

[Recidiva]

gotthammer wrote...

Any chance this is a reference to that Farscape episode entitled 'John Quixote'?

Unfortunately no.  Just my close association with various 12 year old girls and a love of "The Princess Bride"

[gotthammer]

Recidiva wrote...
Unfortunately no.  Just my close association with various 12 year old girls and a love of "The Princess Bride"

Ahh! Heh. I gotta watch that again... (I only really remember Montoya's lines at the end )

[Servant of Nature]

      He was gone.  She couldn't even manage to cry as she saw his lifeless body on the ground, couldn't even comprehend that what just happened was real.  It had all happened so fast.  She was yelling, he was grinning... then gone?  How could he be gone?  They were in love.  Sounds of the continuing battle faded away, darkspawn were still dying around her, her friends and allies were calling to her for aid, but she didn't care.  She couldn't care.  She fell to her bloodied knees, finally allowing the tears to come, slowly at first, but soon pathetic sobs wracked her entire body.  Why?  That was all that could go through her mind.  Why?


       
She laid down by his side, wrapping his arm around her, just as he used to.  Flashes of him tickling her playfully and kissing her on the nose ran through her mind, causing her to smile through her bitter tears. I don't understand... it wasn't supposed to end this way. I won't let it end this way... you promised to take care of me, you can't be gone.  I don't want to live like this.  Why would you want me to live like this?  Gripping onto his arm, she kissed his still-warm cheek, closing her eyes and imagining his playful grin.  "You're too good to me." he would say, before hugging her to his chest.  She always felt so protected in his arms... why wasn't it working now? The commotion around her finally died down, Riley limped over to his mistress' side, whining and nuzzling Alistair's lifeless hand, his eyes softened and he let out a mournful howl before laying his head on Camilia's leg. She patted the dog's blood-soaked fur, and curled in closer to Alistair, as if their connection could make this all go away.  Riley looked up at his mistress sorrowfully, unable to ease her distress, he moved closer and did what he could to keep her warm.


       Across the top of Fort Drakon, Wynne was leaning heavily on her staff, attempting to keep herself upright. She fought her tears, though they occasionally managed to break through... she knew she had to compose herself before seeing the young girl she had seen grow so in Alistair's company.  This was all as she feared, perhaps she should have been more adament about their relationship, perhaps this was her fault in the end. *No, Wynne, this is not your fault, you know she would not have let him go* I should have done more, now the boy is dead and the girl is broken, is this better? *Not being together wouldn't have changed how they felt for each other, he would have died for her either way, you know this*.  Sighing, Wynne came to the body of the man that had been like a son to her, in the short time she knew him, and although his death broke her heart, the sight of this young girl, her dear friend, sobbing into the scorched chest of her dead lover, was far worse.

       Wynne allowed tears to fall, kneeling down and gripping Camilia's hand, knowing that she would now be mourning to loss of two dear friends, not just the one.  She wondered if Alistair truly saved her at all.



I blame you, Recidiva.  Oh, well, out of my system now.  Stupid game.

Modifié par Servant of Nature, 08 décembre 2009 - 11:50 .