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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!)
omg SO sorry, i lost this notif from my inbox somehow!
I mean... I've learned a few different things, but normally what I've done more recently is mixing up acid or poison. Things I can use against monsters or... whatever.
Uhh... What kind of plants would be in your greenhouse? Belladonna's always useful for me.
it's okay I've been out of it RPwise for a bit /o/
I know quite a few myself, though my focus has been on the more medicinal side for some time. [She pauses, then sighs.] Honestly, the difficult part will be learning the names of the same plants in this and other worlds. For example, I've never even heard of belladonna. And I doubt you've heard of elfroot.