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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 begins, voice gentle, even as a smile starts on his own face in answer. He is moving to start retrieving a kettle.]
I'm putting on tea, care for any?
[And maybe a chat?]
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[Leave it to a mage to be somewhat odd while being truthful. She gets out two bowls while he moves.]
Certainly. [To both. It'll keep her from doing something stupid.]
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[Too well. He puts on kettle and pulls down a pair of cups before starting to see what there is to offer for tea. Sparing a glance back at Morrigan, he smiles faintly.]
Feel like talking about it? From personal experience, it might help sort it all out.
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[Oh, she had one. Just back home and not here. A wry smile crosses her lips before she sighs and... a weariness dulls yellow eyes that were not even a few weeks ago filled with a malicious madness for a split second. Toying with the band on her left hand.]
T'is only the usual. Marching with an army, performing a forbidden ritual to save someone, helping to slay a corrupted demon and becoming the single mother of a small son whose grandmother would steal him away if she knew where we were. And whose father does not understand the words "don't follow me."
[She shrugs before placing the two bowls on a nearby table.] As I said, the usual.
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[But well, either way, here she is, changed but here. Barabas falls quiet as she speaks though, listening. His eyes widen noticeably at the becoming a mother part. That is... a pretty big milestone.]
Right, yes. The usual.
[But well. He adds, quieter.] What's your son's name?
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[Spoilers: She'd shift into a cat and mewl at whatever passed by until the spell wore off and wandered home. After making dinner for herself in the woods. She's spiteful like that.
The shock, however, does not go unnoticed and she shrugs.] T'was part of keeping someone alive. [Like that explains things. She sits down, and it's probably for the best that it's just the table she grips because hm, those sure are claw marks on it's surface.] ...Kieran.
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[Sounds too much like things he's heard from Kate and he doesn't like it. The man that raised Kate was a psychopath. Sounds like Morrigan's mother was also a parent of the year.
The kettle whistles and Barabas assembles two cups of tea, setting one in front of her.]
That's a good name. [It is.] How old is he? [Young, clearly, if she's been gone only a couple years.]
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Her hands wrap around the teacup automatically, waiting for it to cool for a moment. At least the claws have retracted for the time being.]
Almost fifteen months, now. [She answers, a little quieter than she wished to. She shakes her head and sighs.] At least one of his parents is present, and Daylen should be able to open a path if necessary.
[What isn't said is: in case something happens to me here to prevent my return. Not a thought anyone wants to have.]
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But the way Morrigan talks about her son is so different from that, it brings a smile over his face, faint, since the topic is a heavy one.]
Hopefully it won't be necessary. Daylen is your [Boyfriend? Husband? Baby daddy?] lover?
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Hope as you will. I'll stick to the more realistic, if you please. [She blinks at the slight hesitation, then laughs.] Lover, yes.
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[But here, as separate as they are from their homes, sometimes he feels like hope is the majority of what he has in his hands for the worlds they've been taken from. Until they find their way back anyway.]
...I didn't want to assume any particular term. [He explains, having the decency to look faintly sheepish.]
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A wise decision, given the topic. [She shrugs, a faint and knowing smile crossing her lips.] I've had to correct one or two in my days traveling.
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[Do tell, Morrigan. Barabas is curious after all. Always, but particularly about his friends, and he's gotten bits and pieces of her world and life so far, so it can't be helped that his curiosity extends in that direction.]
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[Yes, she's going to leave it right there for him to imagine. A bunch of men and women behind bars. In their underwear.]
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[Hmm. Interesting. He flashes a grin.] Few people are brave enough to strip search a shapeshifter. Besides, were just as dangerous unarmed and naked as any other way.
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And the same could be said of mages in our world. After all, we don't need weapons to be lethal. [She just gets the bonus of fangs and claws when she so desires. She grins back.] Truth be told, I'm still shocked that he didn't leave the entire population of prison guards burned crisps, but I suppose that would make it a great deal more difficult to prove him innocent of any wrongdoing if they were to suddenly be waiting as a side for the darkspawn barbeque that final battle turned out to be. Ah well.
[She sips her tea as though that is the most normal thing she's said since she awoke.]