...what?

[broody_elf]

I hardly think that this is going to be interesting. No, I do not want to go. Do I LOOK like I need cheering up? I'm perfectly content as I am. No, I do not think it would be fun to find that annoying mage. I'm glad to be rid of him.

This is me, content. I do not wish to "game".

Comments

[broody_elf]

Nothing of consequence, Hawke. Unless you have something exciting going on you require assistance with?

[questionablewit]

I wouldn't wish the place I'm stuck in on anyone I called a friend, Fenris. For one thing, there's no going back once you're here.

[broody_elf]

Someplace that has you caught? That's difficult for me to believe.

[questionablewit]

[grimace] Believe it. I honestly don't know where to begin. The short version is that I went to sleep on a hillside and woke up in the Void. The long version is...longer. And stranger.

[broody_elf]

Longer and stranger about sums up the duration of our knowing each other, does it not?

[questionablewit]

True. So if I tell you that everything that's happened to me since I left Kirkwall is improbable even by Varric's standards, it might give you some idea.

[broody_elf]

Have you told Varric this? I do believe he may be offended.

[questionablewit]

I would if he were here, and Andraste's ass I wish he were. But I think I'd win that argument in the end once he'd heard me out. The Void, computer-golems [she means robots], a girl who turns into a dragon, and because getting dragged into one rebellion wasn't enough for me I've managed to find a few more...[sigh] I miss the days when my main problem was tracking down whoever-in-the-Maker's-name-is-this-Wexler-guy to return his hat.

[broody_elf]

...oh Makers damned... now you have me curious.

[questionablewit]

Really? That was easy. I hadn't even started on the interesting weaponry they have here, or the talking lobster. Or the food and drink. You wouldn't believe the food and drink. [...because they're more terrible than he could possibly imagine, but she leaves out that detail]

[broody_elf]

...what aren't you telling me, Hawke.

[questionablewit]

Oh, all sorts of things. Would you like a list? [counts off on fingers] 1) We're in the Void. 2) There's a war on against some alien race who wants to enslave all of us, and of course they have more numbers, better weapons, better ships, better everything. 3) I'm actually half out of my mind with depression over how things in Kirkwall ended, not that I'll ever mention that or even be entirely aware of it over there, and don't even ask what's going on with Anders. 4) The food is worse than you can possibly imagine.

I'd continue, but I've run out of fingers. Do thumbs count?

[broody_elf]

So business as usual then?

[questionablewit]

Right to the point, as always. I've missed you, Fenris.

And pretty much.

ooc: Writing an app today

[broody_elf]

Don't get mushy, Hawke.

[but he's smiling]

ooc: all the glee. All of it. So much glee.

[questionablewit]

That's not mushy. Mushy would involve more adjectives.