Apping him to a memory loss game

[dreadwolves]

...

You think this to be some sort of joke? Sending me off to some place where I will lose my memories yet again?

[I want you dead, his eyes say.]

When you fall flat on your face, I will have the last laugh.

[Now excuse him while he stands here and broods.]

Comments

[twosingleminded]

Now that would be interesting. Maybe you'd wake up and not have any problems with mages. I wonder what that would be like.

[Anders really, now is not the time...]

[dreadwolves]

[You really know how to piss a guy off, don't you Anders?]

Should there be of your kind around I'm sure I'll manage to rekindle my hatred for them quickly enough.

[Because mages are bound to screw something up!!]

matching icons lol

[twosingleminded]

[He makes everything better worse with looking insufferably smug at that comment.]

I don't think you will. After all, without your memories, what reason would you have to hate mages? You wouldn't remember why you do now, or that you ever did. It'd be a new beginning.

[Which is actually a bit disturbing, really, having memories just ripped away like that, but he's fairly certain Fenris wouldn't empathise if their positions were reversed so he'll keep that part to himself for now.]

it felt right lmao

[dreadwolves]

[He hopes the one starting memory he gets is of his hatred just to spite you, Anders.]

You're right. I wouldn't remember. But they will give me new reason to distrust them, to hate them. I doubt mages will be able to remain in this place without causing some kind of unrest.

[You Tried, Anders.]

[twosingleminded]

[Hey it could be worse, Fenris, you could both be there and be bffs before you get your memories back]

Right, because every single mage is immediately untrustworthy. Even Bethany, right? Couldn't trust her in the slightest.

And you'd know that's true of all mages because you've spoken to all of them too, I take it?

[dreadwolves]

[That. That would legitimately be worse, yep.

Lips curling a bit in distaste because he can't believe he's going to have this argument again now is not a good time, Anders.]

Mages are a danger to themselves and everyone around them whether their intentions are good or not.

Bethany is not weak. [Unlike some mages.]

[seawarding]

Speaking from experience with losing memories- that sucks! [Now he's wondering if this guys soon to be crappy life has anything to do with gods like his did.]

[dreadwolves]

[Young kids losing their memories, though.]

I suppose that's one way to put it. [He had more colorful words. Mostly in Tevinter.] I'm sorry you have experience in such a thing as well.

[seawarding]

Ah it's no biggie- just gods being gods and all that 'look be my hero for me!' [His hands articulate puppet movements as he mocks before shrugging.]

Nothing you can do to you know- keep out of this place?

[dreadwolves]

[He sympathizes, even if their situations don't sound exactly the same. They're disturbingly similar enough.]

[Dryly:] I have been given little choice but to go along with it.

[Totally familiar territory. He would laugh at the irony if he didn't want to magically fist things to death.]

[seawarding]

So like a quest- yeah definitely gonna restate the fact that this sucks.

[Suddenly some of his experiences aren't so bad- in hindsight because they were pretty stupid when he was going through them.]

Do you- I don't know- get to pick or something? Like say 'I want this totally cool memory not this crap one'?

[dreadwolves]

[A bit of an amused snort at the question.]

Do you really believe they would make it that easy? Do they not prefer it when we are suffering?

[seawarding]

[Wow- dude you're pretty much explaining his life when it comes to dealing with demanding gods.]

Yeah they don't make it easy, do they? But I mean- last time I got mine wiped Hera left me the memory of my girlfriend Annabeth- so that's not super bad or anything. Maybe you'll be as lucky?

[Of course he had no idea who she was just that she was important and her name was Annabeth.]

[dreadwolves]

[Memory lossed, suffering, solidarity.]

I think the point is for me to remember something, "totally shit", as she would put it.

[seawarding]

And I'm going to assume you have a lot of 'totally shit' memories to choose from?

[Cuz he sure does. Namely Tartarus.]

[dreadwolves]

Don't we all?

[In other words, "yes".]

[azzurrofiore]

Losing memories would be bad.

I mean, what if you forgot how to breathe?

[dreadwolves]

That's...I don't think it's possible to forget how to breathe.

[azzurrofiore]

Are you sure? I mean, if you know how to do something, but you lose your memory of it, couldn't you forget how to do that thing?

[dreadwolves]

Those are not the kind of memories that are lost.

[Well, skills are lost to, but he's fairly certain breathing isn't a skill.]

[azzurrofiore]

Well that's good! At least you wouldn't have to worry about suffocating!

[What even]

[dreadwolves]

["What even" is a good summation of what's going through Fenris's mind right now.]

[Spoken dryly.] I shall count my blessings, then.

[repeatings]

Unless you forget why you should be laughing in the first place. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

[dreadwolves]

[Did you really have to bring up that possibility, though?]

Always a help, Varric.

[repeatings]

[yep.]

You know me, elf. I live to serve.

Any other terrible things lying in wait for you there? It's rarely ever just the one.

[dreadwolves]

[Don't remind him.

Frustrated wave of his hand.]

"Trauma", apparently.

[Mun's words, not his.]

[repeatings]

Unspecified trauma?

[a low whistle.]

My condolences. And you've explored all the options? Persuasion, threats, bribes?

[if this was as easy as paying off the gangs to leave merrill or anders alone, he'd take the hit for you, fenris. but he'd never tell you that.]

[dreadwolves]

[Such a bro, Varric.]

Those are hardly effective methods when dealing with these...people. They want nothing from us but our suffering, and threats hardly mean anything when you cannot even get near them.

[It's frustrating.]

[lavoce]

[Elf! -Wait.]

That's... actually fairly terrible. No one deserves to lose their memories. Is it all of them or just specific ones?

[dreadwolves]

All except for one, as I understand it.

[And it will probably be an awful one, the pessimist in him screams.]

[lavoce]

By the Divines, what a rotten thing to do. I wouldn't wish that on the Thalmor, let alone you. ...Is it a nice memory, at least?

[Her gut instinct says 'no', but it could be wrong. It's been wrong before.]

[dreadwolves]

It's still being decided on. She is considering the memory of how I lost them to begin with.

[So yeah, no.]

[likebigboats]

[is that really what his eyes say? There's something lost in the translation, because it looks a great deal like 'please, prod me more.']

Let's be honest, what really matters is what that face lands on.

[dreadwolves]

[Stop deliberately misreading his eyes, Isabela!]

Hopefully on something sharp.

[likebigboats]

[as if idly musing the possibilities:]

Something long and hard, too I suppose. For maximum penetration.

[behold, a master of Not Helping.]

[dreadwolves]

[Sighing. Just...sighing.]

I get the distinct feeling you and I are thinking of two completely different things.

[And by "distinct feeling" he means he knows they are.]

[likebigboats]

Like drift bolts. Big, nasty things, but how else is a large ship supposed to keep together?

[she knows exactly what she was implying.]

[dreadwolves]

I'm sure that's exactly what you were talking about.

[Yeah so does he.

But okay, perhaps he sounds just a touch amused, shhhhh.]

[daisytwine]

I'm so sorry.

[She means it, for all that it probably won't help matters much here.]

Going through that twice sounds as though it'll be terrible. Or sad. Sad and terrible.

[dreadwolves]

[Not at all.]

I don't need your pity.

[HMPH!!]

[daisytwine]

[This is what she gets for trying to be sympathetic. Maybe one of these days she'll learn. Probably not.]

No, you're right. You don't need to have anyone feel sorry that you're going to be stuck in some strange place with your mind wiped clean all over again. We should be happy for you instead.

[Hmph indeed.]

[dreadwolves]

[Really now, Merrill.]

Or, perhaps you can keep it to yourself.

[At least he's no more moody than usual..?]

[littliestbird]

What is it with muns and making us miserable?

Though my own mun is wondering what memories if any stay...

[dreadwolves]

They feed off our misery, clearly.

[No better than demons, he thinks.]

It's still being decided, but I suppose she thinks it's funny to consider allowing me to remember the one thing that made me forget in the first place.

Wah. I miss being here.

[mindblast]

[Well, just sleep with him again and the memories might come back. Wait, did he say that out loud? No? Good.

Still, it bugs Hawke that he can't do anything for him.]

On the plus side, you won't remember your mun there.

Being here is good.

[dreadwolves]

[Good, indeed. Thanks for showing some restraint, Hawke. :|]

I won't remember you either.

[I'm sorry were you trying to tell a joke? Because he's too busy brooding to make disapproving faces at it.]

[mindblast]

Well...[He begins as he reaches to put his hand on the other's shoulder. Looking away and frowning for just a short moment before looking at Fenris again.] It was only a matter of time until you can take so much of my wit and charm. [He hopes the gentle squeeze he's giving conveys what he's really saying - that he doesn't like it anymore than the elf does.]

[dreadwolves]

[He gets it, at least. His features seem to soften at the gesture as Fenris looks down at the hand squeezing his shoulder. When he looks back up at Hawke the softness is gone, but there is a slight smirk there instead.]

You know, I think I might actually miss it. How about that?

[He can tease all he wants but "miss" is probably a massive understatement.]