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[osteological]

We've been thinking it over, and we really don't think it's fair for you to be pitting us against each other --

-- especially when one of us is at such a clear disadvantage --

Right, yes, and we all know which one, queen of the loose pirate booty --

Excuse me, that's only vaguely accurate at best, we all know that I'm just flat-out more fun --

Would you stop interrupting me? As I was saying, it's bad enough that you make me share your headspace with her, choosing her over me in a game would just be -- rude!

[How could she say no to those puppy dog eyes?

Note: Maroon is Isabela, Blue is Alistair. Having a hard time choosing between the two.]

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[birdhousesoul]

Loose pirate booty? Oh, come now, that's hardly fair or accurate. 'Bela's is wonderfully tight.

[osteological]

I have not had the same -- why are we talking about this in depth.

[It was just an insult, Anders!]

[birdhousesoul]

[But it's the kind of insult Anders loves, because he can turn it into something embarrassing for everyone!]

Don't ask me. You're the one who brought it up. I wonder, did you really think it through? Are you saying that you've got a tighter arse than hers?

[osteological]

[Oh, the sort of colours he is turning. This one has got to be a mage.]

Yes. Yes, that is exactly what I am saying and we are not talking about me here, end of story.

[birdhousesoul]

We could be talking about you. It's such a versatile figure of speech.

[osteological]

No, we are absolutely not talking about me here, as that is -- really none of your business!

[birdhousesoul]

Again, you brought it up.

[all the smirking, hasn't talked to Isabela yet clearly]

[osteological]

I think he's just jealous, love. I hear the queen is quite the woman, so I doubt his claims are -- accurate.

[All the smirking.]

[birdhousesoul]

... The queen?

Isabela. You're joking, yes? Because I know you wouldn't sit by and just let me harass the king of Ferelden.

[The expression on Anders' face says that he's already rethought this: Isabela would totally sit by and let Anders harass the king of Ferelden.]

[osteological]

[The raised eyebrow answers the question.]

I seem to recall you meeting him. Or have you forgotten?

[birdhousesoul]

He does look familiar — like he could be the younger brother of that sad drunken sot who used to say he was the prince of Ferelden. Remember, the one whose minder came to fetch him? You've got to humor a madman sometimes, it's easier for everyone. But that fellow had rather a potato face, didn't he, and this one's much fitter.

The king, you say.

[osteological]

And here I was convinced that I'd always be the one to get us both hanged. Pity.

Have you hit your head recently?

[birdhousesoul]

No, see that woman over there? That's her, that's the queen! But she's a widow and she rules alone. Right?

[A hint of desperation seeps into Anders' voice. Has Justice wiped swathes of his memory clean, or something?]

I mean, I guess I've not kept terribly current with the state of Fereldan politics. She's found herself a sweet young thing, has she? One with more meat than brain between the ears?

[selfloyalty]

Hard to tell which is the lesser of two evils. I extend my sympathies towards your mundane for having to be stuck with either of you.

[osteological]

Really?

[Why did it have to be her.]

[selfloyalty]

[because she is your waifu somewhere and she hates you.]

Truly.

[osteological]

I can't imagine it would be much better with you around. Isn't headspace stuffy to begin with?

[selfloyalty]

I'm surprised your mun is able to find a voice for you in whatever mess you leave behind her headspace.

Or perhaps she just follows the smell?

[oh. snap.]

[osteological]

Excuse me if washing my dirty laundry isn't a priority over defeating Darkspawn. I'll just let them storm the castle while I clean my unmentionables.

[duty]

[lol you two]

My mun says the II cast at asgardeventide would be thrilled to have an Isabella.

[osteological]

Aha, see? I'm the one in demand, here.

[clairvoyance]

Wait. Wait a second here, man. You're arguing about which one of you gets to go to a game? Do you know what mundanes do to you in those places?! I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy! I have an idea. Why don't you two fight, and whichever one gets knocked unconscious gets tossed into the game of your mun's choice?

[She's bored, that could be fun to watch!]

[osteological]

Because if that was the way things went, Alistair would've gotten himself thrown in several games by now.

[Getting beat by a woman is part of his history!]

[epicchesthair]

Let me get this straight. Your mun's trying to decide which one of you should be the main character? Because frankly I think Buckethead there is going to be outmatched in any contest against Rivaini.

[woahwoahawkward]

Rude.