not_every_mage: (Default)
Anders was cooking dinner for Kathy.

That wasn't exactly an unknown even, but it was still rare enough that he kept double-checking the recipe for tofu tacos as he sliced and seasoned. There was already dish of black beans and a basket of chips and salsa on the table, and plenty of cold beer in the fridge for them both.

He poked at the tofu in the pan one more time, satisfied to see a dark sear forming on the underside, and called up to his girlfriend.

"Dinner looks like it's almost ready!"

[OOC: For the girl, please!]
not_every_mage: ([♥] intimate)
Anders wasn't always much of a dancer, but something about the stickiness of summer had him wanting to lose himself among strangers and move to the kind of music he could feel through his whole body. He dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark fitted jeans after work, hair loose around his face, and collected Dante for a minor adventure.

"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."

[OOC: For the boy, please!]
not_every_mage: ([neg] indignant)
Anders knew dinosaurs and dragons were not the same thing.

For one thing, they were from completely different worlds. And for another, dinosaurs were actually extinct, not just biding their time high in the mountains. And Anders had never seen whole real dragon bones ... but there was a whole dinosaur skeleton rising up toward the ceiling here in the science museum, each tooth in its massive jaw bigger than his hand.

He gaped at it as he groped for Kathy's hand. There were plenty of non-dinosaur things to see in the museum, but it was going to take him a while to tear himself away from this one.

[OOC: For she who is there!]
not_every_mage: ([neg] oh come on)
After two weeks of luxury, coming home felt strange. On the one hand, having to pick his own socks off the floor and pour his own cereal into the bowl felt even more burdensome than usual.

On the other ... it was nice not to have to worry about getting hauled into whimsical alien jail if the person he had been mistaken for showed up. That made up for a lot of annoying daily chores.

He'd done some laundry that morning, with only a few giant sighs along the way, and lugged the basket into the living room to fold while he watched some soothing TV. The first channel he turned on was showing a special about imaginary animals, which was enough to have him sighing at the screen even more loudly.

"Why is everything mythical here?" he asked thin air. "It's probably for the good of everyone they don't have to worry about dragons, but they should at least have a few phoenix or deepstalkers somewhere."

[OOC: Open for calls, the housemate, etc.]
not_every_mage: (Default)
Anders was a wreck by the time he made it to the park. Kathy was gone, again, and all that was left was a strange black mark burned into the ground.

He blinked at the mark through tears he wasn't letting himself shed. (They'd get Kathy back. They had to. Nothing to cry about at all.) He was sure he'd seen something like it in collections of runes, but as to what it meant...

"It looks a bit like a bird," he observed. "See, there's its beak."

ExpandDoing a little detective work... )
not_every_mage: ([neu] subdued)
Anders was doing his best to be stealthy as he crept down the sidewalk toward the house. He was almost disappointed that nothing had changed in the last few days -- somehow he wanted the island to look different, now that he didn't live here.

Of course, he thought, he might notice more changes if he stayed away for more than a few days at a time.

He paused at the edge of the yard and eyed the house. "I don't see any lights on," he whispered to Dante. "Do you think she's home?"
not_every_mage: (Default)
It wasn’t often that Anders was the first out of bed on a weekend, but he’d somehow managed it today. He slipped out of bed without disturbing Dante or Kathy and went for a rambling walk across the icy island, keeping an eye peeled for anything that might work in potions.

He didn’t find any plants worth gathering — he supposed that was too much to expect for February, anyhow — but he did find still-warm croissants at Jeff, GoB’s, and he reckoned that was almost as good. He put the pastries into a basket and started the coffee, enjoying the moment of peace.

[OOC: Open to the housemates. Up early for SP.]
not_every_mage: (Default)
Anders' cooking skills mostly stalled out at grilled cheese and cans of soup, but the holiday season and its influx of guests had him wanting to try something new. (He was going to blame it on Kathy's influence.) He stopped by Turtle & Canary for supplies and then set up a baking station in the kitchen.

First on the list of things to try: cornflake Christmas wreaths. They seemed easy right up to the part where he started trying to shape the melted marshmallows and cereal into wreaths and found out exactly how fast a mage could get marshmallow all over every surface in the kitchen.

[OOC: Open to those there.]
not_every_mage: (little demon)
For Anders the little demon, Halloween was a day full of his usual mischief. Sprinkling a little itching powder in some underwear drawers, sneaking into a few houses to turn the thermostat three degrees too hot, and -- just to cap off the day -- blowing on some mainland traffic lights to turn them red at inconvenient times.

He was still chuckling over the last one as he let himself into the house and sat down on the couch, tail extended along the cushions. He needed to take a TV break before it was time for trick-or-treating and some real fun.

[OOC: Open post.]
not_every_mage: (Default)
It had been a bright, clear morning when Anders and Kathy got into the portal in Fandom, and it remained bright and clear when they stumbled out of the Portalocity terminal attached to the Explorean resort.

But Mexico was hotter -- much hotter -- and the water was a clear aqua, instead of the muddy gray of Fandom's bay. Anders sighed in pleasure as he reached for Kathy's hand.

"I can already tell this is going to be a very relaxing two weeks."
not_every_mage: ([neu] eyebrows up)
The trip from New Orleans had been long and dull, and Anders had wondered more than once whether driving all the way across the country had been a stupid idea. Somehow looking at the map hadn't made it clear how much of it there was, or how many miles were just interstates and strip malls. (Ferelden didn't have either, but even for Anders that didn't make them particularly novel to look at after the first few dozen.)

The only interesting thing that happened along the way was when Dante let him drive early one morning ... and promptly revoked the privilege when Anders showed more than the usual degree of uncertainty as to which was his lane and almost got sideswiped by a station wagon.

But everything was worth it when they made it to the southwest. Anders couldn't stop staring out the window at the mountains -- they were easily the biggest thing he'd ever seen, and the most beautiful. Though the latter descriptor was swiftly overwritten when they made it to the Grand Canyon. All he wanted to do was stand at the edge staring at the multicolored rocks for days and days.

He reached to grab Dante's hand, grateful someone else was seeing it too.

[OOC: NFB, NFI. Establishy.]
not_every_mage: ([neg] indignant)
Anders squinted up at the castle he and Dante were now one very, very long line from being allowed to walk through. "What's the point of a castle nobody lives in?" he asked, not for the first time.

It had been a day and a half stuck in the car together, a day and a half of fast food and arguments over music and endless games of 20 questions. Anders was still excited to be at Disney, but he was almost as excited not to be in the car anymore.

(But he hadn't gotten carsick on the way south. That, at least was something to be proud of.)

[OOC: For the boy! NFB due to distance.]
not_every_mage: (sidelong)
Anders had booked and paid for the room, ignoring the clerk's dirty look at the blood and muck on their clothes. They wouldn't be the only people caught in the day's devastation looking for someplace to sleep tonight

He'd silently followed Dante through the hotel halls to their room, and placed a quick order for pizza before he took off his boots and crashed out on the bed. The thousand bruises and scrapes of the battle stung his skin.

He should shower. He didn't want to move.

He turned to Dante, still registering faint surprise at the newly white hair. (He supposed they were lucky if that was the worst permanent change Dante saw.) Words failed him when it came to addressing the true horror of the day, but he should at least say something

"They said the pizza should be here in about half an hour," he said. "I'm actually impressed it's not longer, considering."


[OOC: For one, NFB.]
not_every_mage: ([neu] eyebrows up)
It was a lazy morning in 322, and Anders spent it leaning against his headboard and scrolling through the game he was playing for Deadpool's class. (Well, it had started for Deadpool's class. Then he got addicted.)

"Looks like there's a monster we don't have yet near Groovy Tunes," he informed his roommate. "Should we go try to catch it?'

ExpandIt never STAYS a lazy day, does it? )

[For broadcast, but NFI. Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] rebelseekspizza, [livejournal.com profile] soniaroadsqueen, and [livejournal.com profile] not_every_mage.]
not_every_mage: ([spec] dedzors)
Anders awoke with a start, some half-remembered dream of being chased fresh in his mind. After a second, he relaxed. He was safe in his bed, Dante sprawled mere inches away.

There was absolutely nothing to worry about.

He shifted closer to Dante and closed his eyes again. A few more hours' sleep sounded nice.

ExpandThis is your wake-up call... )
not_every_mage: ([neg] indignant)
Anders had left his room with plans of buying breakfast in town, but was faced with a dilemma before he even made it off campus grounds.

Namely: Why buy breakfast when you could break a chunk off a building and feast like a king for free?

He worried briefly about whether he might bring the castle tumbling down, but the castle had so many bits of architectural fancy on it that it wasn't hard to find a ball of gingerbread atop a railing that seemed to serve no function at all. He whistled as he came back to the room, pound of gingerbread wrapped in his handkerchief and ready to be feasted upon.

[OOC: Door/post open!]
not_every_mage: ([neg] indignant)
Anders was, of course, doing something highly important in his room after class. Something with charts and graphs and all kinds of spectacular magic.

... or he was lying on his bed, idly singing at his cat and half-watching a cooking show. (Dante had sold him on Food Truck wars, and now the taco truck was in the finale. It was of course vital Anders found out who won.)

Probably the latter thing, really. He wasn't much for highly important magic these days.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
not_every_mage: ([neg] resentful)
If Anders was being honest, he'd have to admit that the tall box from Kathy that Ringo had given him some months before had fallen completely out of his mind.

It had started with good intentions: He'd dragged the parcel back to his room and stuck it in the closet so he could save it for his actual birthday and feel like Kathy was there, just for a moment. And then there had been the madness of trying to summon a demon, and the dull terror of the Circle, and by the time he was home again his birthday was some weeks past and the tall package entirely forgotten in a back corner of his closet. The fact thinking about Kathy hurt and he avoided it when he could had only added to his amnesia.

It might have stayed there forever, if Lachlan hadn't managed to hit one of his toy mice deep into the closet. Anders went digging through a mess of discarded paper to find it, and ended up bumping into the box. The tall, slender package wobbled worryingly for a moment before he was able to catch it.

And then there was nothing to do but open it. Lachlan's mouse was forgotten as he pried the paper off and found --

A damned fine staff. The kind he'd never expect to afford on his own. He could feel its power singing to him as he held it in his lap. Some part of him couldn't wait to get to a space where he could test it safely.

The rest of him mainly wanted to cry.

"Dammit, Kathy," he muttered. "Just ... damn it."

[OOC: Cracked door, open post.]
not_every_mage: ([neu] with carver)



Anders
(Apostate-at-Large)

On his first night in Denerim, Anders rented a room in the cheapest tavern he could find that didn't actively frighten him.

By the next morning, he had learned that it was more brothel than inn. That was just as well: People who were focused on whores probably weren't chasing down runaway mages.

He could hope, anyhow.

He went into the market for most of the day to earn a few coppers running errands and carrying heavy things. By the time he made it back to the Pearl that night, he was tired, grimy, and more than grateful for a cup of ale.



Captain Isabela
Pirate Queen of the Eastern Seas

The Siren's Call had just brought another cargo of questionable legality into the harbour, so it was time for her hard-working captain to spend some quality time (and quality coin) in her favourite place in this brown and dreary country.

"Who wants to help me spend some coin?" she asked the room at large, swaggering her way up to the bar.



Anders

"Andraste's flaming knickerweasels," Anders swore, so excited he sloshed ale over his hand. (He was a few coins into the evening himself by then.) "Isabela? What are you doing here?"

The possibility of alternate realities wasn't exactly at the top of his mind right then.



Isabela

Isabela didn't recognise him, so clearly her fame was spreading at an amazing rate. "What people usually come to the Pearl for," she said, leaning back against the bar and grinning. "You're a pretty one, are you buying or selling?"



Anders

Anders frowned at her for a moment, confused, and then went pink. It was shockingly easy to make him blush sometimes.

"Er. Neither. I just -- I thought I knew you, is all."



Isabela

Oh, Anders, no, that was just blood in the waters to a Rivaini-shaped shark.

"I know a lot of people," she said, grinning. "You could get to know me."



Anders

Anders thought about that offer a second longer than he should have. Isabela had always been on his mental list of people he'd sleep with given half a chance, and this was more than half a chance. This was at least three-quarters of a chance, grinning right at him, and he was ...

Still too broken-hearted to take her up on it. Damn it. Besides, she wasn't the Isabela he knew from school; it'd just be weird.

"I'm not sure I'd be much fun to get to know," he said, shaking his head. "My life's been shit lately. Plus, you know, apostate. Not the safest person to get to know these days."

It occurred to him belatedly that announcing that in a crowded brothel probably wasn't the smartest move. Sod it. He wasn't built for the fugitive thing, anyhow.



Isabela

Neither Isabela would think it was weird. Of course both Isabelas would be trying to get in the other's pants so their collective judgement was suspect.

"Not exactly subtle, are you," Isabela said, laughing and shaking her head. "Run away from your circle to see the world?"



Anders

Anders would very much enjoy witnessing the two Isabelas trying to get in each other's pants, and possibly helping them along.

"I've had too much ale to be subtle," Anders admitted, with a laugh of his own. "And ... something like that. I'd like to make it home but I'm not sure I can."



Isabela

Oh, Anders, you were lucky you were tiny and adorable. "And where is home exactly?" Isabela asked, coin weighing down her pockets leaving her in a fairly sympathetic mood.

Fine, she'd likely feel sympathetic anyway, but nobody needed to know that.



Anders

"It's an island called Fandom, no place near here," Anders said. (He hadn't exactly thought through the bit of this plan that required getting back from Thedas to Fandom; he just vaguely assumed a portal would show up sooner or later.)

His eyes got more curious as he remembered one rather important fact about Isabela -- or, more precisely, how the Isabela at school had gotten there. "Actually, wait. Do you have a ship?"



Isabela

"Odd name for an island, sounds Avaar," Isabela said, mainly to herself. "I'd be a pretty piss-poor captain if I didn't."

Someone was blissfully unaware of those seven years in Kirkwall far off on the horizon.



Anders

"It's an odd place," Anders said, in what was possibly the understatement of the day. "What would you want to give me a ride there? I don't have a map but I don't feel like it'll be hard to find."

They would just sail until they spotted a shimmering blue portal. It was a foolproof plan.



Isabela

The kind of plan that was going to lead to those seven years in fucking Kirkwall.

"Why do I get the feeling you can't actually pay me?"



Anders

"I can pay!" Anders said hastily, then followed it with a sheepish. "Just ... maybe not so much in coin. But there has to be some use for a pretty mage, doesn't there? I could, I don't know, shoot lightning at somebody you don't like."



Isabela

Isabela could think of plenty of uses for a pretty mage, but she had enough of something vaguely resembling principles keeping her from suggesting that.

"I suppose I could use some nice scenery on our next trip." She hired her crew for skill, not looks.



Anders

Anders eyes widened in gratitude. "Thank you. And if we can't find our way to Fandom, I'll get off wherever you're going."

He had no idea where that would be, but anyplace he landed had to be better than the Anderfels. (He hadn't been to Kirkwall yet.)



Isabela

"We're headed to Llomerryn next." Because Isabela needed somewhere with colour after Ferelden runs, it was just that brown. "Not hard to get off there."



Anders

"I've heard that about Llomerryn," Anders said keenly. "And I've always wanted to see Antiva."

He knew little about the place, but it seemed unlikely to smell quite as strongly of wet dog as Ferelden did.

"When are you leaving?"



Isabela

"Well, you'll get a good look at both if you stick with me," Isabela declared grandly. "On the morning tide, I'll make sure the girls know to wake you."

Because she still had all that coin burning hole her pockets.




[OOC: Preplayed with the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] goodforsix and coded by [livejournal.com profile] ice_cold_frost. NFB, NFI. Almost home!]

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