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thecapitol2015-05-01 09:51 am
freedomscall) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-01 09:51 am
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What| Anders trying to adjust to a new environment.
Where| Around the capitol.
When| Now?
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment
Everything was too big. He should have felt relief: this city was larger than anything he had seen before. There was so much grandeur, all glittering and beautiful and so easy to focus on. A man like him could have been swept away, swept under the rug, swept up in everything and easily forgotten. He could hide in the crowd. With so many people, no one would notice just another man.
Anders, however, felt nothing but suffocated. Every glance caused him to flinch and bury himself deeper within himself. The knot in his stomach pulled tighter, and tighter with every turn he made and every person he passed.
He had no idea how long he had been walking, or even where he was anymore. A heavy sigh escaped him as he rubbed his forehead.
"Andraste's tits...What is going on?" . For a moment he let his situation consume him, let the whole Capitol consume him.
It was the sound of footsteps coming up behind him that snapped the mage out of his stupor.
Where| Around the capitol.
When| Now?
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment
Everything was too big. He should have felt relief: this city was larger than anything he had seen before. There was so much grandeur, all glittering and beautiful and so easy to focus on. A man like him could have been swept away, swept under the rug, swept up in everything and easily forgotten. He could hide in the crowd. With so many people, no one would notice just another man.
Anders, however, felt nothing but suffocated. Every glance caused him to flinch and bury himself deeper within himself. The knot in his stomach pulled tighter, and tighter with every turn he made and every person he passed.
He had no idea how long he had been walking, or even where he was anymore. A heavy sigh escaped him as he rubbed his forehead.
"Andraste's tits...What is going on?" . For a moment he let his situation consume him, let the whole Capitol consume him.
It was the sound of footsteps coming up behind him that snapped the mage out of his stupor.
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"The cat. Andraste's tits, yes, I went and got the cat. Pissed me off, them taking that cat. I gave you the cat, clearly I thought you were capable of managing it. Maker. Fucking Orlesians. I should have known Clarel would pull some weird ass blood magic and end up killing everyone, because the Maker is clearly trying to send me a sign that I need to stop trusting these damn Orlesians with my damn Wardens." She gestured around angrily as she spoke, puffing up like an angry bird.
"But yes. Ser Pounce has been reinstated. He's in Vigil's Keep, with my old Mabari, who is enjoying a nice, long retirement." She leaned back, crossing her legs. "His kid was with me...I hope he's okay. I wish they'd taken him with me. Not into the arena, obviously. Just...let him stay here." She gave a long, drawn out sigh.
"Anyway. That's the situation. I can answer any other questions, or if you want, you can take some time to let it sink in. Anyway, until the arena, it's actually pretty great. There's all this food, all the food you could ever want--And you look like you could use it. What do they feed you in Kirkwall?" She reached over to poke him right in the ribs. He looked like she could snap him right over her knee, geez.
"There's pretty much unlimited alcohol, too. Trust me on that, because I've tried. This place is crazy, but it's also the center of every overindulgence that you could imagine. So...it's not so bad. Just don't...get overly argumentative, okay?"