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acatalepsy_logs2019-03-31 03:05 pm
nogoldenmirror) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2019-03-31 03:05 pm
[Open Post] No matter how feared...
Who: Morrigan and you
Where: Around the temple
When: April 1st
Rating PG? PG-13? She's from a rated M game and there may be talk of fire, death, blood rituals, and war. All will be marked.
What: Waking up after a canon update nap is all fun and games until one realizes they're responsible for a small human-ish being.
Prologue CW: Fire, war, blood rituals.
The dream feels far too realistic for what it entails. Or perhaps, that is exactly why it does. It is far more vivid than most of her visits to the Fade, and she has no control over what she sees. Or rather, has no way to modify it. Yet she keeps focusing on how it's simply too real.
Morrigan can feel the warmth of the fire on her skin as she stares into the flames within the fireplace, hear the door open and his initial hesitation to accept her offer in his tone and see it in his body language as she sits on his bed and tells him what must be done. She can feel his skin under her fingertips when he finally agrees and she returns to him after locking the door. It... is easier, considering their mutual feelings for one another. She can even taste the desperation on his lips and realizes it isn't just his.
Allow me to say only one thing before we go.
Fire. Always more fire. The roar of a battlefield, the flames licking at buildings of wood and cobblestone. Amell choosing who to go with him, and naturally, he chooses her, Alistair, and Leliana, leaving the Qunari warrior in charge of those defending the gates.
I was foolish. The battle goes on and on, primal, entropic, and creation energies flung across streets and up stairways as they cut their way through the tireless horde. This could have been so much easier, yet I... Climbing the tower. -cannot regret what was between us. Watching him make the final blow against the corrupted high dragon. Years passing in the blink of an eye.
I will always remember you, my love.
( Closed to Keith )
( Closed to Shiro )
Open Option A
[It has been over sixteen hours in this place since she entertained the notion of food. Honestly, she likely should have headed here first. A fact which she attempted to inform her stomach. Unfortunately, it is still protesting the idea that she'll need it to keep up later. Evidently being half-starved doesn't simply go away even with additional memories from home. One where she needed to keep fed to also sustain a newborn.
Still, she has something that smells of soup brewing on the stove. Morrigan had started throwing it together without thinking, despite the carnival outside. She wasn't exactly in the mood for handling bigger crowds at the moment. Especially since she's still attempting to reconcile it within her head that two years equated to twelve hours.
When she catches the sound of someone else entering, she pauses.] Help yourself, if you please. 'Tis far more than I can manage. [Even if they hadn't just come from, well, that bloody excuse for a station. There's enough in the pot for at least five healthy portions after she poured herself a bowl. She'd grown far too accustomed to preparing large portions for the Wardens.
Of course, making beef stew takes time, so someone may just simply stumble upon her during the cooking process... should they steal themselves away from the madness without.]
Open Option B
[While the festivities are in full swing, Morrigan seers clear for the most part. Despite the scent of cookies nearly overwhelming her. Mm, she misses those so much. However, she has a task to accomplish and little time to do so. Thus she's wandering the temple grounds and later near the edge of the forest, seeking either a previous garden left unattended, or a good place to start a new one.
She's spoken about it before with a few others, of teaching others how to mix herbal remedies -- medicines, as some call it. That requires a steady supply of ingredients, and while she got an idea from Horologium of how to make a greenhouse even more efficient (despite the rot and decay when they first found the place), there is the problem of finding a location and then those with the know-how. That went without even mentioning the materials required, but who knew? Perhaps the next jump would be a fruitful one.
Of course, to an outsider, this likely simply looks like a wilder folk studying the ground for no apparent reason other than perhaps finding mud interesting... Make of it what they will. She's determined about something, at least. Albeit apparently distracted.]
(ooc: If anyone else would like to run into her another way, poke me on discord @ Twee#6092 and I'd be more than willing to work on something with you!)
Where: Around the temple
When: April 1st
Rating PG? PG-13? She's from a rated M game and there may be talk of fire, death, blood rituals, and war. All will be marked.
What: Waking up after a canon update nap is all fun and games until one realizes they're responsible for a small human-ish being.
Prologue CW: Fire, war, blood rituals.
The dream feels far too realistic for what it entails. Or perhaps, that is exactly why it does. It is far more vivid than most of her visits to the Fade, and she has no control over what she sees. Or rather, has no way to modify it. Yet she keeps focusing on how it's simply too real.
Morrigan can feel the warmth of the fire on her skin as she stares into the flames within the fireplace, hear the door open and his initial hesitation to accept her offer in his tone and see it in his body language as she sits on his bed and tells him what must be done. She can feel his skin under her fingertips when he finally agrees and she returns to him after locking the door. It... is easier, considering their mutual feelings for one another. She can even taste the desperation on his lips and realizes it isn't just his.
Allow me to say only one thing before we go.
Fire. Always more fire. The roar of a battlefield, the flames licking at buildings of wood and cobblestone. Amell choosing who to go with him, and naturally, he chooses her, Alistair, and Leliana, leaving the Qunari warrior in charge of those defending the gates.
I was foolish. The battle goes on and on, primal, entropic, and creation energies flung across streets and up stairways as they cut their way through the tireless horde. This could have been so much easier, yet I... Climbing the tower. -cannot regret what was between us. Watching him make the final blow against the corrupted high dragon. Years passing in the blink of an eye.
I will always remember you, my love.
( Closed to Keith )
( Closed to Shiro )
Open Option A
[It has been over sixteen hours in this place since she entertained the notion of food. Honestly, she likely should have headed here first. A fact which she attempted to inform her stomach. Unfortunately, it is still protesting the idea that she'll need it to keep up later. Evidently being half-starved doesn't simply go away even with additional memories from home. One where she needed to keep fed to also sustain a newborn.
Still, she has something that smells of soup brewing on the stove. Morrigan had started throwing it together without thinking, despite the carnival outside. She wasn't exactly in the mood for handling bigger crowds at the moment. Especially since she's still attempting to reconcile it within her head that two years equated to twelve hours.
When she catches the sound of someone else entering, she pauses.] Help yourself, if you please. 'Tis far more than I can manage. [Even if they hadn't just come from, well, that bloody excuse for a station. There's enough in the pot for at least five healthy portions after she poured herself a bowl. She'd grown far too accustomed to preparing large portions for the Wardens.
Of course, making beef stew takes time, so someone may just simply stumble upon her during the cooking process... should they steal themselves away from the madness without.]
Open Option B
[While the festivities are in full swing, Morrigan seers clear for the most part. Despite the scent of cookies nearly overwhelming her. Mm, she misses those so much. However, she has a task to accomplish and little time to do so. Thus she's wandering the temple grounds and later near the edge of the forest, seeking either a previous garden left unattended, or a good place to start a new one.
She's spoken about it before with a few others, of teaching others how to mix herbal remedies -- medicines, as some call it. That requires a steady supply of ingredients, and while she got an idea from Horologium of how to make a greenhouse even more efficient (despite the rot and decay when they first found the place), there is the problem of finding a location and then those with the know-how. That went without even mentioning the materials required, but who knew? Perhaps the next jump would be a fruitful one.
Of course, to an outsider, this likely simply looks like a wilder folk studying the ground for no apparent reason other than perhaps finding mud interesting... Make of it what they will. She's determined about something, at least. Albeit apparently distracted.]
(ooc: If anyone else would like to run into her another way, poke me on discord @ Twee#6092 and I'd be more than willing to work on something with you!)
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[He steps a little closer now, examining the area.]
A greenhouse, huh? What gave you the idea for that?
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[And those were the ones she didn't get their names from before. Like Maes, here. At the very least, t'was more humorous than what could have been. Most of those she didn't get names from tended to die by her hand back home. Hm, now that she thinks about it... perhaps congratulations were in order? Ah well.]
I had the idea for a while. I am a herbalist, and one does typically require a steady stream of supplies for medications. Only, there was not much time to get started before the last... excursion. [Excursion was putting it mildly. She frowns, nose wrinkling slightly at the scent memory that comes all too easily. Thanks, jumbled mess, for providing that one so quickly.] Though I won't lie, their rotted little gardening project had given me a few ideas.
...And you may call me Morrigan.
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[There were indeed certainly worse nicknames out there. Besides, ultimately it doesn't really bother him so much as he's wondering where she learned how to give out names like that. Everyone had their own style he supposed.]
Nice to have a name after the meeting, Morrigan.
[But back to the matter at hand.]
That's not a bad idea. It really would have come in handy when that sickness was going around the temple and I imagine there will be instances in the future where these people who can heal might not have access to that ability.
[He can certainly think of a few times where he could have used a pain killer if nothing else.]
I've done a little gardening, but never anything that ambitious. So what do you need? I imagine wood for the frame of the structure, but I'm not sure where you're going to find the glass or whatever they use to keep it warm in there.
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To be quite fair, someone was a little preoccupied with hanging around, Hughes.
[He can wonder all he wants. She'll be using his actual name from now on because she isn't Shale. Morrigan frowns at the mention, nodding slightly.]
I read about that... and fortunately I had a few remedies for Akvos. [Alas, it... wasn't enough. It still leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, what transpired there. Even more now that she had returned home and- Oh no, not going there. That way lies dragons of the not-so-fun variety.] And I could teach others, if we had a steady supply of ingredients.
Timber, glass, nails, tools and those who know how to use them... [She frowns, crossing her arms.] If I had my magic I could do it without the latter, but alas.
[She's stuck with simply this version of shapeshifting.] Not to mention seedlings from the forest and the basic gardening supplies.
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I'm sure you'd have plenty of people eager to learn once we reach that stage, but even more importantly I bet there are a lot of people around the Temple who don't mind a little hard labor of assembling a greenhouse. I think our main hurdle is going to be supplies.
[The timber could perhaps be harvested from the woods...but then again there are a lot of creatures in the woods that might not like that very much. He isn't sure if Astoria will help much, though it might not hurt to ask.]
We should keep an eye out for those things as we go forward into other worlds. I can help with that much. I wouldn't mind helping assemble either. I'll admit it's been awhile since I helped with a barn raising...but this will probably be on a smaller scale anyway.
[Maes's country boy upbringing might be showing a bit. But usually he doesn't have much use for it living in the city the later half of his life.]
If we put enough people on 'supply gathering' we might be able to bring it all back if the next world has such things. We can only bring back what we can carry...but the circle has quite a few hands.
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Best not to have a repeat of the Brecilian Forest, yes? though she is loathe to ask Astoria for anything. She quirks an eyebrow. Ah, country upbringing. One she can understand slightly better than the city. Though as her mind settles she's starting to realize she's understanding city folk more.]
It will. Likely more on the scale of a hut than a barn. [Which she has a lot of experience with in comparison.] Let us hope they see the need for such.... trivial things like you and a small handful of others do.
[Despite the half-dazed look in her eyes, she's grinning. She likes him already.]
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[That's really the key he finds. Honestly though he thinks a community effort like this would do well for teamwork and morale around here. Not everything has to be about combat and recently that is what it has felt like. This would help those who felt they weren't contributing in that way.]
We should probably figure out dimensions so we know how much to bring back. I doubt we'll find measuring tape around here...so I suppose we could do this the less precise way.
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[she honestly has no idea. Her own experience tells her that people are far more likely to simply throw themselves off a cliff when the opportunity presents itself. Killing one another when a bigger threat's there at the door is hopefully just a Fereldan thing.
Human history says, "Nah, they just make it into an macaroni art piece." Morrigan shakes her head.] My boots are exactly one foot four inches from the top to the heel.
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Okay, well is this where you are thinking it should go then, if so you should walk the perimeter first and we can get an idea for how big it would be and go from there.
[Maes pulls at his jacket and reaches into a chest pocket, producing a notebook. Typically it’s used on the various worlds to make notes to add to their office later, but this seems like a good use for it as well.]