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entrancelogs2016-06-02 04:57 pm
circlejerked) wrote in entrancelogs2016-06-02 04:57 pm
OPEN | waiting on that morning sun
Who: Anders (circlejerked) and anyone!
Where: Pool, diner, orchard, library, and anywhere else you'd like.
When: Open for all of June! (Except for scheduled event times, unless otherwise noted.)
Rating: PG for now. Will change if necessary.
Summary: Want some face time with Anders? He's not hard to find if you know where to look.
The Story:
I. Pool
[The mansion, for all its endless size, has an equally endless stream of people coming and going. Like the Circle Tower, most of the time it's bustling with the sounds of life. People moving. People talking. Less cramped than the Circle, to be sure, but no less crowded. Early hours of the morning are when it's quietest, when most are still sleeping snug in their beds, dreaming of homes they long to return to.
Anders likes it--the quiet. It's not the kind of pregnant hush before a storm, but a gentler quiet, softened by the pre-dawn. Mornings can mean another day of tedium... or they can mean a day of new opportunities.
That's what he really likes best, that they're too fresh to be bruised by disappointment or disaster like an apple browning in the open air.
Before dawn Anders makes his way to the pool. An early riser by practice if not by nature leaves him with the pick of the litter in terms of making use of the amenities before anyone else gets there, and he can strip down to a pair of shorts without eyes on him. It's not self-consciousness about his body, exactly. He's pale but not unfit, sporting a healthy layer of muscle from long drags of combat.
Perhaps the need for privacy is etched too deeply to change is all. The Circle had made self-consciousness a necessity, and now it's habit. Ingrained.
It's not something he minds too terribly when his early bird ways net him an entire pool to himself sometimes.]
II. Diner
[Slowly but surely, he's entered into a new chapter of Anders' Food Adventures: diner food. And "The Rabbit Hole"--that's cute. Any place poking fun at Wonderland with its name can't be too bad.
He's been inside before, but not long enough to adjust to the plastic seat covers or the chrome fixtures, and nowhere near long enough to have a clue about half of the menu options. Should he start small? Or go all in and find out what Japanese cuisine means?
Decisions, decisions. For a freedom lover, this is almost too much freedom. Cue Anders eyeing up any diner patrons with orders he doesn't immediately recognize.]
That any good?
III. Orchard
[If you're looking for Anders, outside is a likely suspect especially now that spring is fading into summer. Summer. Hard to believe he's been here two seasons--and that's two seasons of easy living. In half a year he's only had to fight for his life a couple of times. Ferelden makes this place look like a paid holiday.
The trade off is that staying in fighting form needs extra attention these days.
For that reason, he blocks a few hours of his day for exercising. A secluded clearing in the orchards with room to work with his staff is the perfect place. With the outer layer of his robes shrugged off to leave him bare-armed in a simple shirt and trousers, he starts with spins, warming himself up.
One-handed, two-handed, under the arm, behind the back...
The staff glides through motions as dexterously as a third arm until it's barely more than a rotating whir of color, Anders' muscles taut under skin. He could have a career as a professional baton twirler if not for the fact his "baton" of choice is heavy metal and over six feet long. Strikes come after, then longer, more complex forms that have him crossing the clearing and back again.]
IV. Wildcard
(OOC: Nothing here strike your fancy, or you'd like to do something else? Feel three to come up with your own starter or hit me up for plotting and we can work something out!)
Closed to Evelyn
[Anders willingly using the library to study the magical arts? Check out the windows, the pigs are officially flying.
Claiming a table and covering it in open books brings him back to his Circle days. Only the Circle hadn't allowed him to blatantly research countermeasures to use against it--Wonderland's an improvement in that regard. (Or a lot more confident than the Circle.) It'd all started with a dispelling formula he'd spotted in a book, one he isn't familiar with. It had got him wondering if there was a way to build on it, widen the area of effect...
He's leaning back in a chair, pen thoughtfully tucked between his lips, when he sees it. It. A cat's tail, brushing against a bookshelf.
Even better, he's pretty sure it's not Morrigan in cat form again. He'll never hear the end of that.]
Hello, kitty. Who do you belong to, hm? Come here, come here, let me get a good look at you...
circlejerked) and anyone!Where: Pool, diner, orchard, library, and anywhere else you'd like.
When: Open for all of June! (Except for scheduled event times, unless otherwise noted.)
Rating: PG for now. Will change if necessary.
Summary: Want some face time with Anders? He's not hard to find if you know where to look.
The Story:
I. Pool
[The mansion, for all its endless size, has an equally endless stream of people coming and going. Like the Circle Tower, most of the time it's bustling with the sounds of life. People moving. People talking. Less cramped than the Circle, to be sure, but no less crowded. Early hours of the morning are when it's quietest, when most are still sleeping snug in their beds, dreaming of homes they long to return to.
Anders likes it--the quiet. It's not the kind of pregnant hush before a storm, but a gentler quiet, softened by the pre-dawn. Mornings can mean another day of tedium... or they can mean a day of new opportunities.
That's what he really likes best, that they're too fresh to be bruised by disappointment or disaster like an apple browning in the open air.
Before dawn Anders makes his way to the pool. An early riser by practice if not by nature leaves him with the pick of the litter in terms of making use of the amenities before anyone else gets there, and he can strip down to a pair of shorts without eyes on him. It's not self-consciousness about his body, exactly. He's pale but not unfit, sporting a healthy layer of muscle from long drags of combat.
Perhaps the need for privacy is etched too deeply to change is all. The Circle had made self-consciousness a necessity, and now it's habit. Ingrained.
It's not something he minds too terribly when his early bird ways net him an entire pool to himself sometimes.]
II. Diner
[Slowly but surely, he's entered into a new chapter of Anders' Food Adventures: diner food. And "The Rabbit Hole"--that's cute. Any place poking fun at Wonderland with its name can't be too bad.
He's been inside before, but not long enough to adjust to the plastic seat covers or the chrome fixtures, and nowhere near long enough to have a clue about half of the menu options. Should he start small? Or go all in and find out what Japanese cuisine means?
Decisions, decisions. For a freedom lover, this is almost too much freedom. Cue Anders eyeing up any diner patrons with orders he doesn't immediately recognize.]
That any good?
III. Orchard
[If you're looking for Anders, outside is a likely suspect especially now that spring is fading into summer. Summer. Hard to believe he's been here two seasons--and that's two seasons of easy living. In half a year he's only had to fight for his life a couple of times. Ferelden makes this place look like a paid holiday.
The trade off is that staying in fighting form needs extra attention these days.
For that reason, he blocks a few hours of his day for exercising. A secluded clearing in the orchards with room to work with his staff is the perfect place. With the outer layer of his robes shrugged off to leave him bare-armed in a simple shirt and trousers, he starts with spins, warming himself up.
One-handed, two-handed, under the arm, behind the back...
The staff glides through motions as dexterously as a third arm until it's barely more than a rotating whir of color, Anders' muscles taut under skin. He could have a career as a professional baton twirler if not for the fact his "baton" of choice is heavy metal and over six feet long. Strikes come after, then longer, more complex forms that have him crossing the clearing and back again.]
IV. Wildcard
(OOC: Nothing here strike your fancy, or you'd like to do something else? Feel three to come up with your own starter or hit me up for plotting and we can work something out!)
Closed to Evelyn
[Anders willingly using the library to study the magical arts? Check out the windows, the pigs are officially flying.
Claiming a table and covering it in open books brings him back to his Circle days. Only the Circle hadn't allowed him to blatantly research countermeasures to use against it--Wonderland's an improvement in that regard. (Or a lot more confident than the Circle.) It'd all started with a dispelling formula he'd spotted in a book, one he isn't familiar with. It had got him wondering if there was a way to build on it, widen the area of effect...
He's leaning back in a chair, pen thoughtfully tucked between his lips, when he sees it. It. A cat's tail, brushing against a bookshelf.
Even better, he's pretty sure it's not Morrigan in cat form again. He'll never hear the end of that.]
Hello, kitty. Who do you belong to, hm? Come here, come here, let me get a good look at you...
iv.
When she feels him coming she glances up with a small smile and a nod.]
Nice to see you again, under less stressful circumstances.
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Hell when it comes to keeping a set schedule, but not dull. Never that.
He's glad to have a chance to meet up like this now; one can never be too sure how long acquaintances will last, a thing he'd learned with Fenris and Carver, and the most he has to worry about today is what's good to order at a coffee shop. No monsters ready to breathe infectious toxins into his face, thank the Maker.
They're not exactly overrun with establishments like this in Ferelden, and every time he's here Anders takes a second to appreciate the odd decor before scanning the room for Freya.]
Afternoon!
[He greets her with a smile on his approach.]
Really? I thought we really made a connection when we first met. [When you're a magic user you're allowed to make corny lines like that.] How are you doing?
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I'm doing well, thank you. Things have quieted down lately, which is probably for the best.
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[Pulling out a chair, he claims the seat opposite her, folding long legs and smoothing out robes to sit.]
But I'm not complaining about getting to catch my breath.
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Neither am I. It's more than we ever get back home. In New Orleans, most of the time we can't seem to catch a break.
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[And here he'd been thinking Ferelden was a hotbed of near-constant disasters and exhausting treks through wilderness that never seem to end.]
That sounds like my home. It's always go-go-go and sometimes it feels as though the better part of your days are spent running from things that want to kill you.
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It's not just the place. My family has made many enemies over the years, and somehow they always find a way to come to roost.
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[That gets his eyebrows rising in interest as he settles in, folding his forearms loosely on the table. He's always up for a good crazy family story, and with an opening like that, hers has got to be good.
Mortal enemies, blood feuds, irresponsible uncles who gamble away the family fortune... It doesn't get better than that.]
Do tell. What did your family do to earn that kind of attention?
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They amassed a great deal of power. One brother in particular liked to make great shows of that power - not always to the betterment of those around him.
[Her family is made of really crappy people.]
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Ah, that kind of family.
[Stated evenly as if she's talking about something completely normal that happens everyday.]
You come from a magical background? Magic tends to run in families in my experience.
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It runs on my mother's side. We have a long lineage of very powerful witches.
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[He'd seen her ability first hand when the homicidal fungus monsters had taken over the asylum; her barrier spell had been nothing to sneeze at.]
Does that make you the good witch or the wicked witch in the family?
[Teasing, of course.]
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I think that entirely depends on your point of view. But I'm certainly no Glinda.
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[Usually he's better at catching cultural references. Granted, it's a bit more difficult when you've been dragged to the other side of the universe.]
Must be an in-joke.
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She is fictional, as far as I'm aware. But she's the stereotypical "good witch."
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[The amused curve to Anders' lips speaks to the fact he doesn't necessarily find that to be a bad thing. Stereotypes are dull, one-note.
An inner bad girl, now that's interesting.]
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Good has too many rules.
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[That's his personal philosophy, anyway. In truth, Anders has gone to great lengths to use his magic responsibly even in moments of weakness when it would've been easier not to, but he thinks the importance has less to do with following protocol than intent. And discipline, of course.]
So where do you fall on the scale if you don't mind my asking?
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I enjoy learning, and I try not to use my magic frivolously. But if I or my family is threatened, I can't say I won't do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
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That's a good answer. I like your honesty! Is that something you had prepared ahead of time?
[He'd been asking out of curiosity mostly, but she hadn't let it stump her, and he can't say he'd have come back with something as quick had she been the one posing the question.]
I wouldn't fault anyone for defending their family. It doesn't always work out that way in Thedas. They say we need to be kept apart from family so those relationships don't cloud our judgement, but so far it hasn't made us all into Glindas.
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Cloud your judgement against what, exactly?
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[He waves a hand dismissively, but the gesture retains a slight air of brusqueness. Anders can't quite hide that he feels Thedas' way of looking at mages is shit. A great steaming pile of it, to be exact.]
The theory is worldly attachments will only distract us and cause us to harm innocents. That means no families, no children, no anything.
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Covens are meant to ground us. To provide us with support and strengthen us against our enemies. From what I can tell, they weren't trying to focus you - they were trying to weaken you.
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[It's a long-held belief in Thedas that Anders has stopped trying to fight, and in turn, he's learned how to control the depths of his resentment. His tone is sour, but not enough to cast a cloud over their conversation.
Sharing experiences with magic across worlds is interesting, but he hadn't said it to darken anyone's mood. Least of all hers.]
Some days I'm still surprised at how freely magic is governed here. Most people haven't been taught to fear it. It's quite a change from what I'm used to.
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