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entrancelogs2016-04-27 10:20 pm
fatherlesskind) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-27 10:20 pm
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[Semi-Closed] Isn't it a little early for a mid-life crisis?
Who: Alistair & Mystique + others maybe
Where: Around Wonderland
When: April 22nd and several days after
Rating: PG-13, talk of death
Summary: Alistair has gotten first-hand experience with Wonderland deaths and he really needs to just not think about anything for a while thanks.
The Story:
[Waking up had been a surprise, no matter what he'd heard before. It wasn't the first time Alistair had fallen and expected not to wake up again but this time was different. This time he didn't come to with an old woman looking down at him and telling him that all his comrades bar one had died. That was the good part. That other bit? The actually dying bit after feeling himself eaten away by that fungus? That was really not good.
He'd known since shortly after he became a Warden that he didn't have a long life ahead of him. And after Ostagar, with a Blight and an archdemon and a civil war to contend with, he'd known that he could die at any time. That his chances of surviving it all were small. But it had never been so immediate. So real. And he'd never expected it to be fleeting. It's unnerving in so many ways, twisting inside him and making him wish he found prayer as reassuring as so many of the other boys at the monastery had. But the Maker never answered any of his prayers before and when he tries his thoughts just chase themselves in circles and the words won't come.
It's too quiet on his own with only a cat to talk to - a cat that does his best but their conversations do get a little samey after a while. So he goes in search of company, with a mewling kitten squirming in his arms and climbing his shoulders all the while. He starts by checking in on his friends here in Wonderland, knocking on their doors and waiting hopefully for a response, difficult to ignore with the cries of his feline companion to alert people to his presence.
Eventually he finds himself wandering the mansion and grounds (mostly) alone in search of company. He can be heard coming a mile away, loud mewling broken up by words.]
I know! [And-] I think you have a point but have you thought about the mess it will make?
[Alistair is quick to interrupt his current conversation as soon as he spots someone - anyone - else to talk to.]
Look Purrlock, company!
[And if his smile seems a little forced and his words even more boisterous than usual, well, the last event was hard on everyone right?]
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Where: Around Wonderland
When: April 22nd and several days after
Rating: PG-13, talk of death
Summary: Alistair has gotten first-hand experience with Wonderland deaths and he really needs to just not think about anything for a while thanks.
The Story:
[Waking up had been a surprise, no matter what he'd heard before. It wasn't the first time Alistair had fallen and expected not to wake up again but this time was different. This time he didn't come to with an old woman looking down at him and telling him that all his comrades bar one had died. That was the good part. That other bit? The actually dying bit after feeling himself eaten away by that fungus? That was really not good.
He'd known since shortly after he became a Warden that he didn't have a long life ahead of him. And after Ostagar, with a Blight and an archdemon and a civil war to contend with, he'd known that he could die at any time. That his chances of surviving it all were small. But it had never been so immediate. So real. And he'd never expected it to be fleeting. It's unnerving in so many ways, twisting inside him and making him wish he found prayer as reassuring as so many of the other boys at the monastery had. But the Maker never answered any of his prayers before and when he tries his thoughts just chase themselves in circles and the words won't come.
It's too quiet on his own with only a cat to talk to - a cat that does his best but their conversations do get a little samey after a while. So he goes in search of company, with a mewling kitten squirming in his arms and climbing his shoulders all the while. He starts by checking in on his friends here in Wonderland, knocking on their doors and waiting hopefully for a response, difficult to ignore with the cries of his feline companion to alert people to his presence.
Eventually he finds himself wandering the mansion and grounds (mostly) alone in search of company. He can be heard coming a mile away, loud mewling broken up by words.]
I know! [And-] I think you have a point but have you thought about the mess it will make?
[Alistair is quick to interrupt his current conversation as soon as he spots someone - anyone - else to talk to.]
Look Purrlock, company!
[And if his smile seems a little forced and his words even more boisterous than usual, well, the last event was hard on everyone right?]
[OOC: This is mostly for pre-arranged threads but if you want something just PM me or hit me up at
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She understands that Alistair probably doesn't want to delve deeper into this pit of despair, though, so she too tries to think about what might be a better choice of conversation.
...well, there's at least one thing she can try to do. She leans in to kiss him, half-smiling.]
At least one person is.
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Tell me something else about you. [A little abrupt but they're already sharing personal stories - not entirely pleasant ones so time to fix that.] An embarrassing story or something good you remember. And then I'll do the same.
[He did want to get to know her better. What better time to do so?]
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I'm a really bad cook. I've tried to learn since I was a teenager, because I thought it was stupid for Charles to have servants who made us food -- but every time I pick up a recipe, it somehow ends in disaster.
[She pauses.]
Once I tried to cook an egg in the microwave, but I didn't take the shell off and I wrapped it in tin-foil -- that's metal -- and not only did I light the microwave on fire, but the egg exploded. Totally gross.
At home I mostly lived on free hotel breakfasts and on-mission dinners. It isn't so bad.
So -- yeah, trust me when I say cooking you dinner should probably be off the list of potential dates.
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It is funny to think of her trying to cook after growing up with servants - like picturing the Arl or someone working in the kitchens. Even as a trainee in the Chantry, cooking was mostly left to the kitchen staff so he can't say he'd do much better.]
I'd be willing to risk it. It might be fun, so long as no one catches us making a mess of the kitchen. [And she can show him those magic cooking boxes he's heard about that can set things on fire. It would be an adventure, complete with dangerous challenges to overcome.]
I don't want to make you feel bad but I'm an excellent cook.... If you don't mind traditional Ferelden food. Some people seem to think it's too bland and you shouldn't just cook everything until it's a nice grey mush but what do they know?
[Except for how to make food that actually tastes good but that's just un-Ferelden. And appealing. And far beyond what he was taught which amounts to nothing.]
...We're lucky the magic mansion is willing to make food for us.
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[She's joking, mostly.]
Lucky that this place provides things for us at all, except when it doesn't.
[She's often wondered about why exactly that was, other than to keep them more or less contented most of the time.]
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[And the food isn't always as bad as he makes out. Just sometimes. When he's cooking or it's at one of the shabbier inns around. Besides, even the worst Ferelden cuisine is still miles better than dwarven fare.]
You can't judge Ferelden on the templars, that's just not fair.
[What she knows of the templars and, more importantly, why she knows about them reminds him that there's something he should share there.]
I, ah, should probably tell you that. I was originally trained as a templar myself.... I never took my final vows but I do have all the skills.
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[She's properly surprised at the turn the conversation has taken so far, all this considered, but she supposes if he was raised in part by the 'Chantry' it would make sense they'd try to indoctrinate him into their creepy cult-culture.
She raises an eyebrow.]
So you can shoot weird blue lights at people and neutralize magic, but you don't have to be tethered to the extremely problematic order? I mean, that seems kind of -- ideal.
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[He sticks his tongue out at her. How dare she insult his home. Only people who have slogged through the mud and the cold and eaten the food can insult it. Unlike the Templar Order which most anyone can insult.]
Weird lights huh? That's one way of putting it. [Fairly accurate too.] It's maybe not ideal... [As proud as he is to be a Warden it does come with its own problems. Still better than the alternative though.] But basically yes. I was lucky to get away from the Chantry. They don't normally let their templars go.
[She doesn't seem bothered to hear how close he came to being another skirt-wearing drone thankfully but they are well past the point where he might start calling her a demon and try throwing around weird blue lights.]
I guess that covers my something.
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[She smirks, though, unsurprised to hear that the Chantry is possessive of their templars. Most of the reason she isn't bothered by how close he came to being one of them is how he's talked about them so far -- he obviously doesn't condone most of their behaviors.]
I guess I should be glad you didn't end up with the templars. They seem like they don't have much fun.