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I suppose people have called me a "headcase" among other things for every time they have thanked me for saving their lives.

What can I say? I do it for the love of the job. Crazy blood mages, corrupt templars, naughty demons- what else have you got for me? A beach vacation would be nice. Maybe a demon or two so things won't get boring.

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You can't make scrambled eggs without blowing up a few shells. [He grins.] Glad to know that I have just the right amount of crazy.

I don't think that's usually how it works, Hawke. [But he's smiling more now at that, glad to see that this version of Hawke has the same charm he's familiar with.]

So, how do you feel about this whole 'dragged away from Kirkwall at the whim of someone or something else' deal?

[Hawke shrugs.] I'm a terrible cook, can't you tell?

If you ask me, it's not that different from my daily life in Kirkwall. [He pauses.] Except the writer of mine looks nothing like a darkspawn. I bet you had quite the kick upon learning about this thing though. [Are there manifestos pasted in every post here? Hmm...]

I'm not exactly much better myself. It isn't as though they teach cooking in the Circle.

[Anders shakes his head at that question.] I didn't exactly spend much time here myself. I was a little more busy getting kidnapped to islands full of monsters and things.

I bet the templars put a "no cooking class" rule on purpose so that it'd give apostates the chance to die of starvation while hiding out in the woods.

[He blinks. Now that's a story to tell.] Oh sure, have a beach vacation without me.

It's not exactly much of a vacation, I'm afraid. Sometimes I wonder if I'd rather be back in Kirkwall.

[But that has it's own set of difficulties...]

How bad is it? [Oh no, urge to help...rising. He hates it when he gets those.]

It's... complicated, Hawke. It was an island, now it's a ship and... those in charge seem to enjoy making our lives difficult. I've been here a while.

[Anders shakes his head.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel like you have to help me or anything. You should be more worried about your own fate.

Don't be sorry. It's not like the writer has much of an idea what to do with me anyway. [It just happened. All thoughts just lead to him wearing swim clothes.]

So tell me about the place you're in. An island and then a ship? [Sounds more like a vacation for Isabela.]

Hopefully there won't be anything beyond that. Sometimes the little... outside stories are fun- [Memes and things, yep] -but otherwise it feels like sometimes they just like making us all miserable.

[~~because it's fun, sorry Anders~~]

[He sighs at the question, already worrying about Hawke wanting to run in and try to save the day.]

It was an island first, but now it's a ship we're all trapped on. There's... monsters and things, people trying to kill us or torture us and Maker knows what else. It's not exactly much of a vacation.

[It's pretty easy to make you miserable, Anders.

...did he say that out loud? No? Good.]

It's Kirkwall on a boat then.[He's concerned, really he is.]

I wish I could do something about it [he usually can, right? The thought of not being able to has him frowning] but it's up to the writer here.

I think Kirkwall was easier in some ways.

[Anders sighs.] No, you've... been here before, then left and things were complicated. To say the least. I don't think you would be able to do much if you arrived again, Garrett.

Although it's always like you to offer anyway.

"I" [well, one of hims...hers...whatever] was? [Great.] At least it's good to know for once that I'd fail ahead of time. [A bittersweet piece of news, really. He'd rather hear a better one.]

Still, I don't like the thought of you going back there alone. [Wait.] You're not alone, are you?

Not exactly...

[Anders sighs, rubbing his hand through his hair absently.]

There's Varric there too. And Carver, Fenris, and Merrill too, although I'm not certain they really want to associate with me much. And there's sort of...

[Annnnd now things get complicated.]

There's a woman here. Marian... Hawke.

Your favorite people in the world. [At least there's Varric, yeah?

He raises a brow at the mention of Marian and grins.] Ah, that "female me" I keep hearing about. I was just talking to my siblings about her. You know, my...dead sibling. [He never thought he'd be both depressed and amused by something so.]

Varric's always been rather special to me, it's true. [Anders says with a laugh. He's surprised that Garrett's heard of Marian already, though. It both makes things easier and makes him wince sympathetically.]

Oh, I can't imagine that was easy. I'm sorry, Hawke. But... yes, she's apparently you, if you were... a woman. [He smiles faintly.] Never thought I'd be saying that, to be honest.

It's not so bad, knowing that I would still look good even if I was a woman. [It's better than no one recognizing him at all.] She doesn't have a beard though, does she?

Luckily for you, the beard is still entirely yours. I'm not certain it could ever be properly matched anyway.

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Thanks! c:

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I am sorry, laptop problems and holidays orz

It's cool! It's the same from my end. :3

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Ack. Forgot to close the bracket there.

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