on the exploding Dragon Age cast at exsilium and a certain person's wish for more

[ladyspitfire]

You are a greedy, selfish thing.

It's bad enough that you've managed to rope someone into bringing King Cailan. But now you need to keep adding to the merry band just because you adore seeing us all squirm. Perhaps you'd like to request the Broodmother next? Or possibly Loghain Mac Tir himself? Surely, there are no limits to your cruelties.

And as much as I might be grateful for my companions being with me again [selfishly so], I would be loathe to ask for the rest of them.

Leave it be. You needn't cause any more trouble for us.

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[fluffybeard]

But they're so good at causing unnecessary trouble for us.

[ladyspitfire]

It seems to be their only skill.

[fluffybeard]

That and fretting that we 'sound' like ourselves.

[He chuckles shaking his head.]

I'm amused that he thinks that I can sound anything other than like me.

[ladyspitfire]

Yes, I've had the same trouble with my own.

[She smiles.]

Who else would you sound like? You sound like any other Ferelden to me.

[fluffybeard]

He was concerned I was flirting too much. AS if there could be too much flirting.

[He grins teasingly.]

I am a Ferelden. Currently residing in the city of Chains.

[ladyspitfire]

Oh, I know someone like that. And he says the exact same thing. There's no such thing as too much flirting.

[Oh, wait a second. She squints.]

You mean Kirkwall? Do you know Anders?

[fluffybeard]

I uh.... know Anders if you catch my meaning.

[ladyspitfire]

[Insert eyeroll here.]

Ugh. Maker's breath, I didn't need to know that.

Problems of an RPG silent protag?

[literallyheartless]

That sounds like it would be quite the nuisance. But, 'tis better to have allies fight with you against such foes, than be alone and face them by yourself.

[fluffybeard]

Well, I answered your question. And you got to know a useful tidbit.

[birdhousesoul]

... You do?

[Why didn't Anders get to be from that timeline?]

How exactly did this come about? Just in the interest of sorting out the history, you understand.

[Totally not interested in prurient details, nope, not Anders.]

[fluffybeard]

Our eyes meet across a crowded clinic, I help you with a difficult task. We spend some time rousing templars and saving mages and then you turn up in my bedroom when I get a shiny new estate.

[He grins.]

Something to look forward too.

[ladyspitfire]

Oh yes, very useful. Like a hole in the head.

99 problems and being silent is most of them.

[ladyspitfire]

It is, unfortunately. I know that if they were at my side, things might be more bearable...but it's been some time since I've seen them. Things change.

[BOY DO THEY EVER.]

Yup, singing to the choir there. /Saved the duchess from her husband. Get thrown in the dungeon.

[literallyheartless]

I suppose you cannot just summon them to your aid?

[fluffybeard]

Well see no, they're not useful. I hope you're aware of that.

Oh, ouch.

[ladyspitfire]

Were it only so simple. Even if I could, I imagine they would begin to resent me after a while.

[bloodyantivan]

Tell me again about how you might be grateful.

[ladyspitfire]

And knowing my friend's romantic life is? No, thank you.

[birdhousesoul]

[What did Anders do right, in that timeline? Did he wind the bandages differently around his sleeves, take up a more stylish fashion? Did he bathe a little more often? Did he pretend to be a dog person?

Suddenly he wants to know all the details. Everything he's done wrong that he could have done right. If Cousland has to hear all of it, well, it won't be the first time she's gotten an earful of personal trivia, and at least it doesn't involve dwarves conceived out of wedlock, Oghren.]

All right, yes, some of this sounds familiar. Right up until the bedroom part. I'm fairly sure I've been in your bedroom once or twice, but only to leave you some really good additions to the manifesto. For revisions, and edits, and ... you know. That.

[Not because he was looking for excuses to hang around the estate, nope.]

[ladyspitfire]

You heard me well enough. You're just fishing.

Being the Arisen is suffering. Everything is grey.

[literallyheartless]

Ah, they are not Pawns than?

[His tone sounds casual about it too.]

[ladyspitfire]

...Pawns?

[literallyheartless]

Beings from the rift that lack emotion and will unless told to do so.

[ladyspitfire]

What? No, no. They're people. They're my friends and allies.