02 July 2012 @ 01:04 am
[phone] | event  
Has anyone seen... has anyone seen Hawke? Short, dark hair, likely with something smeared across her face? Travels with a mabari?

[And damn if Anders doesn't sound downright frantic over this business. Like he's two seconds away from losing his control and introducing Mayfield to Big Blue And Violent.]

Or... Warren? He's a mage -- destructive magic. Dark hair as well... I...

Maker, I haven't seen them in days.
18 June 2012 @ 11:19 am
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.]
15 May 2012 @ 05:49 pm
[phone] // [action]  
So instead of talking about escape, we're all going head-over-heels about some event coming up?

What is the matter with you all?

[After the call, Anders can be found bitching in his front yard, tree-branch staff in hand, trying to summon up his offensive magic.]

[Granted, he never had much to begin with, but he's trying, using a hapless bush for target practice.]

05 April 2012 @ 04:44 pm
So then. If you're all quite finished indulging yourselves in this... prank foolishness...

Did you manage, at least, to keep from beating each other to death for the purpose of jokes? Honestly. You'd think the word of the town's leaders was the word of Andraste herself!

Regardless of your various acts of stupidity, my offer to piece you back together still stands.

[A beat.]

That goes for you as well, Hawke.
13 March 2012 @ 11:39 pm
[accidental recording | phone]  
[Oh whoops. Someone bumped the phone off the hook! And just in time for a very interesting conversation to be heard, too.]

[... Because it honestly sounds as if there are two people arguing. Or one person is ranting and raving while the other sits there and takes it. One voice is lower, slightly more distorted than the other. It may be recognizable to some.]

[Someone got their crazy spirit friend back -- and said friend isn't entirely pleased with the situation they've landed themselves in.]

-- they amuse themselves with pointless questions and meaningless power struggles! With matters of affection. Trivial pursuits while those in power continue to hold back what is rightfully ours!

They restrain and shackle us! We are no better than tranquil! Animals, grown content with our cages!

[Something slams against a hard surface -- a hand into a countertop, probably.]

Something will be done about this. Such entrapment, such complacency will not last.

There is work to be done.

[The voice trails off, and there's silence for several long seconds. Finally, someone picks up the phone, and sets it back in its cradle.]

[... Only to call out again a few minutes later, as if nothing at all had ever happened.]

I... have a question, to any who might respond. In regards to our status here, in the town.
06 February 2012 @ 10:34 pm
Now that you're all quite finished smashing things...

[And guess who thought that was a fantastically stupid idea -- despite his own history of smashing things.]

... Is there anyone out there who still needs medical attention?

[Fenris be damned, he is going to be the healer. It's the best he can do.]
25 January 2012 @ 06:47 pm
[When Anders picks up the phone, his voice is tight, almost strained. Whether it's from tension, or something else, who can say?]

I'm a healer. I'll do whatever I can.

[He's trying very hard not to sound desperate. But he is. Because oh Maker, Hawke is a drone. Someone give him something to do.]

[The call made, it's time to sit by the door, waiting.]