[phone]

[3wayforjustice]

It's one thing after another in this wretched place, isn't it? Lies. Zombies. Insanity.

One would hope in these desperate, bizarre circumstances, we could rely on someone... but apparently that isn't even the truth, is it?

[After that bitter statement, the next is something of an aside, as he's putting the phone back down. Because leave it to Anders to be a cryptic jerk like that.]

Maker's breath, I wish I could drink.



[LATER -- as in, after the phonecall, he's just sort of sitting in the room he claimed as an office space of sorts, writing furiously on anything even remotely paper-like.]

[Disturb the cranky mage at your leisure.]

Comments

[hawkeward]

I can't help but think you're talking about me.

[3wayforjustice]

...

I see you're speaking to the mage now. How noble of you.

[hawkeward]

Anders, I'm not a templar. The town tampered with my memories, so I only thought I was. I wasn't in my right mind.

...Maker, that sounds like a really poor excuse. "The dog ate my manifesto!" "Mayfield made me go crazy again!"

[3wayforjustice]

You lied to me once. How do I know this isn't another trick?

... It is a poor excuse.

[hawkeward]

[Sigh. Hawke had expected this to go a little more smoothly. She would explain and apologize, he would forgive her, and they would live happily ever after. Or something. But, no, this is going to take a fair bit of work to fix.

And Maker dammit, she needs to fix it. Anders is all she has left in this miserable place.]

It's no trick. You know as well as I do what this place is capable of. I didn't mean a word of that templar nonsense - I swear it on my mother's grave.

And I... I'm sorry. For whatever that's worth.

Phone

[bread_goes_bip]

Tried that. Doesn't help.

[3wayforjustice]

Tried what.

[bread_goes_bip]

Drinking. After the zombies. Maybe you have to be human.

[3wayforjustice]

I am a human. A mage, but still human.

[bread_goes_bip]

Maybe you'll have better luck, then. None of the mages I've met ever had a problem...

[thenewnancydrew]

I rely on God. [ This is said in an unsure voice. ] When things get tough, I turn to Him.

[3wayforjustice]

Well. The Maker doesn't seem too interested in the goings-on of this place.

So that idea is out.

[thenewnancydrew]

Sometimes it takes a while. For Him to, you know, answer your prayers and stuff. [ Sob, witnessing is so hard for her. ] And sometimes He does it without you ever noticing.

[3wayforjustice]

I sincerely doubt that.

Not to mention, your Maker doesn't seem terribly fond of men like me.

[thenewnancydrew]

God loves everybody. It may not seem like it, but He really does.

[ phone ]

[spellbent]

You can't drink?

[ phone ]

[3wayforjustice]

No. And believe me, I've tried.

[ phone ]

[spellbent]

Now, that's a damn shame. Here I was going to offer to take you out for one.

[ phone ]

[3wayforjustice]

I'm afraid I'd be rather poor company, even if I could drink.

[ phone ]

[spellbent]

What's wrong?

[Phone]

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

One could always rely on themselves, I think friend.

[Phone]

[3wayforjustice]

There comes a point at which one gets tired of simply talking to himself.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

One doesn't need reliance for conversation.

[3wayforjustice]

At times, yes, you do.

[sturmbahnfuhrer]

Then allow me to disagree. The only thing I need rely upon people in conversation is for them to give me conversation. No other form of reliance is necessary.