Jinnto had finished his shift helping the Revolutionary Guards, traded off with Lafiel. As always when he talked with her he wished he could spend more time. Perhaps the feeling was mutual, but there was work to be done and noone was a better workaholic than an Abriel.
Going back towards his guest room (he had nothing better to do), he'd been spied by Hawke and persuaded to tag along. He had to admit to some curiosity. He knew bars as the places Samson and his engineering crew disappeared into on leave, but he'd never been inside one outside of the station before.
A person from the station. That nixes further adventures in being Sebastian. Anders tries not to let his disappointment show. It isn't this guy's fault.
"We've never met before, I don't think. I'm ..." He looks toward Hawke, sighs, looks back to Jinnto. "Anders."
Jinnto looked a little nervous as he took a seat. Had he done something to offend? Committed a faux pas?
"I'm still a citizen of the Abh Empire. And since natural born Abh are immune to the effects of alcohol, noone's thought to draw up any laws about it." He pointed out.
At a table not far away, in fact quite nearby but not the same table so the mun doesn't end up trying to avoid tagging her own other character:
Murbella is drinking something the color of rubies. She leans forward to watch more closely the frenzied movements of the dancers. There's something akin to the madness of Siaynoq in their dance.
She is accompanied by what appears to be a robed and cowled acolyte of short stature. She has procured for this acolyte a drink that on Old Earth was called a Shirley Temple
It is sugary and fizzy and way better than that Faygo crap, so the short acolyte is more than happily drinking it, although he is stealing glances towards the liquor. After all, a proper royal sea troll can totally hold his drink. Never mind he's never really had alcohol before.
Otherwise, he's mostly taking everything in, trying to keep his facial fins from fluttering too much under the cowl as he listens to the crowd. It's fairly noisy in here, but he's hoping to overhear something interesting.
Murbella sees nothing wrong with bringing a thirteen-year-old (is that his age?) to an outrageous nightspot the likes of which might be better suited to Stefon than family fun. Better not to contemplate what's normal for an Honored Matre trainee at that age.
Besides, he's with her. Command Voice can gloss over many potential difficulties. The people of this planet lack Murbella's reflexes, too; though she prefers not to introduce violence, she is confident she can defend herself and her acolyte.
It would not do to bring Sisters Bayvie and Boutheede to a place like this one. They need peace and rest. They are troubled. The Honored Matre roots of their Mother Superior are best not thrown in their serene faces.
"Watch the movements of that dancer," she points one out to Eridan. "She tires. She will tear a tendon soon."
Close enough to thirteen for revolutionary purposes. It is still, in some ways, more wholesome than what can be expected of a highblood troll of his age. At least there is no gratuitous violence occuring. He straightens when he is spoken to, leaning forward a bit to better look at the dancer being pointed out. A frown creases his features as he watches, until finally he has to ask, "I can see she's gettin' tired but how can you tell she's goin' to injure herself?"
because I promised this would happen birdhousesoulDecember 18 2011, 14:55:18 UTC
((note to non-Dragon-Age-conversant players who may find the following to be weird: There is this fanon thing, based on some banter between Sigrun and Anders in Awakening, where Anders threatens to do ... a dance ... called ... Anders' Spicy Shimmy. This remark could easily be interpreted as less than literal, but he also seems to have spent some time in various leisurely pursuits at the Denerim Pearl and elsewhere, so ... anyway, it's become a fanon thing that Anders can actually do this dance, that it is real, and that it is somehow not completely hilarious. Here is the best fic I have found that demonstrates this fanon factoid.))Once the initial surprise wears off, Anders decides this bar is one of the best bars he's ever visited, anywhere. It's a pity that there are other stationfolk here so he can't use his Sebastian alias, otherwise he could think of several amusing things for Sebastian to do here. Hawke became No Fun for no reason Anders could discern very shortly before they left the bar prior, so he knows that if he does
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you make her life so hard, Anderstry_winging_itDecember 18 2011, 18:40:44 UTC
It's automatic for Hawke to keep an eye on Anders. She doesn't even realize she does it, some of the time. If the two of them are in a room, chances are she's vaguely facing him even if he's on the other side of it and each of them is busy doing something entirely unrelated. So when he leaves to go look at other parts of the party, she's aware, even if she doesn't follow, being content to sit and enjoy the conversation at the table. (She'd deny the No Fun; all right, she was feeling glum for a while earlier, frustration at your never to be resolved or straightforward ever lovelife will do that, but company and decent alcohol are proving a good cure
( ... )
at least it's not a Cossack dancebirdhousesoulDecember 18 2011, 19:21:50 UTC
The dance does have a proper name of its own. It's Rivaini in origin, like so many other interesting things in life. Anders just prefers to give everything new and silly names, to make them more special, or less serious. (The silly names can become serious. He did not appreciate Merrill's nagging questions as to how Ser Pounce-a-lot got knighted.) He likes things to be particular to him. He also likes to make people laugh - or wince. Wincing is almost as good, sometimes even better
( ... )
thread of lemonade and Tevinter mage robes?birdhousesoulDecember 18 2011, 21:11:17 UTC
((This thread is for Sheeana, to distinguish it from whatever threading Hawke and Sheeana may do above, since Hawke and Anders are no longer in the same thread))
this is the thread for bros to talk about lobsters, Abh lovesickness, or whateverbirdhousesoulDecember 20 2011, 15:07:00 UTC
Feeling rather less festive, Anders has gone back to the locker where he left his own clothes and money and things, and he's back in sombre black again. He couldn't find the person who lent him the quasi-Tevinter robe, so he's kept that, rolled up under his arm in the event he catches sight of the owner again.
When he finds his way back to the table where he started, not everyone's still there, and there are some newcomers. Nursing a new lemonade and casting a moody eye toward the dance floor every now and again, Anders could use some distraction. In fact, he'll talk to anyone about anything. Other people's problems and life stories? Far easier to contemplate than his own.
Re: this is the thread for bros to talk about lobsters, Abh lovesickness, or whateverweeabhooDecember 20 2011, 21:45:26 UTC
Someone left the virgin (in several senses) alone and Jinnto has gotten into a couple brightly colored drinks, deceived by their sweetness. There could be a metaphor there if he knew any yanderes, but Lafiel is classic tsun and Roxie is kuu, so no dice.
He waves unsteadily to Anders, pulls him out a seat. He looks kindof beat or at least dejected. "Thanks for your help earlier. This stuff isn't so bad. Do you want one?"
did someone give him a lethal coconut drinkbirdhousesoulDecember 20 2011, 22:01:24 UTC
Anders isn't interested in a drink like that one. He has another reason for taking Jinnto's drink away and sampling a very shallow sip.
"Right, you shouldn't have any more of those after this one, and I shouldn't have any at all." He hands the drink back. "Not to suggest you've got bad taste. It's just a ... health condition I have," he explains, parenthetically, a little lamely. (Does angry-blue-glowy count as a health condition?)
He takes the offered seat gratefully, and slouches in it a bit. "Sometimes I miss drinking to excess. The world is so much friendlier through ale goggles. That girl I told you about, your Commander girl? I had the hardest blighted time explaining to her why drinking is nice."
Allergic to daquiris, Anders? Is your masculinity threatened?
Jinnto laughs a little at that. "Well like I said, natural born Abh are immune to the effects of alcohol... Although, I think even if they weren't, Lafiel wouldn't understand its appeal. I spend a lot of time trying to get her to have fun." There's something about Anders that Jinnto finds easy to talk to. It's probably the gruff easygoingness that reminds him so much of Samson. Those two would be instant bros. "And i'm not drinking to excess. These obviously have very little alcohol in them." Wrong. So wrong.
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Going back towards his guest room (he had nothing better to do), he'd been spied by Hawke and persuaded to tag along. He had to admit to some curiosity. He knew bars as the places Samson and his engineering crew disappeared into on leave, but he'd never been inside one outside of the station before.
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"We've never met before, I don't think. I'm ..." He looks toward Hawke, sighs, looks back to Jinnto. "Anders."
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"Sampling the local Liquor, you two? I could have you up on charges."
He laughs a little, indicating he was joking, since he's got his own bottle in hand.
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"I'm still a citizen of the Abh Empire. And since natural born Abh are immune to the effects of alcohol, noone's thought to draw up any laws about it." He pointed out.
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Murbella is drinking something the color of rubies. She leans forward to watch more closely the frenzied movements of the dancers. There's something akin to the madness of Siaynoq in their dance.
She is accompanied by what appears to be a robed and cowled acolyte of short stature. She has procured for this acolyte a drink that on Old Earth was called a Shirley Temple
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Otherwise, he's mostly taking everything in, trying to keep his facial fins from fluttering too much under the cowl as he listens to the crowd. It's fairly noisy in here, but he's hoping to overhear something interesting.
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Besides, he's with her. Command Voice can gloss over many potential difficulties. The people of this planet lack Murbella's reflexes, too; though she prefers not to introduce violence, she is confident she can defend herself and her acolyte.
It would not do to bring Sisters Bayvie and Boutheede to a place like this one. They need peace and rest. They are troubled. The Honored Matre roots of their Mother Superior are best not thrown in their serene faces.
"Watch the movements of that dancer," she points one out to Eridan. "She tires. She will tear a tendon soon."
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When he finds his way back to the table where he started, not everyone's still there, and there are some newcomers. Nursing a new lemonade and casting a moody eye toward the dance floor every now and again, Anders could use some distraction. In fact, he'll talk to anyone about anything. Other people's problems and life stories? Far easier to contemplate than his own.
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He waves unsteadily to Anders, pulls him out a seat. He looks kindof beat or at least dejected. "Thanks for your help earlier. This stuff isn't so bad. Do you want one?"
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"Right, you shouldn't have any more of those after this one, and I shouldn't have any at all." He hands the drink back. "Not to suggest you've got bad taste. It's just a ... health condition I have," he explains, parenthetically, a little lamely. (Does angry-blue-glowy count as a health condition?)
He takes the offered seat gratefully, and slouches in it a bit. "Sometimes I miss drinking to excess. The world is so much friendlier through ale goggles. That girl I told you about, your Commander girl? I had the hardest blighted time explaining to her why drinking is nice."
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Jinnto laughs a little at that. "Well like I said, natural born Abh are immune to the effects of alcohol... Although, I think even if they weren't, Lafiel wouldn't understand its appeal. I spend a lot of time trying to get her to have fun." There's something about Anders that Jinnto finds easy to talk to. It's probably the gruff easygoingness that reminds him so much of Samson. Those two would be instant bros. "And i'm not drinking to excess. These obviously have very little alcohol in them." Wrong. So wrong.
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