So you want to be a Pokemon Master?

[championbound]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: November 25 - 27
Summary: GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME
Rating: BUT PLEASE PUT APPROPRIATE WARNINGS IF ANYTHING COMES UP
Log:

Everything's ordinary, and then, all of a sudden, it isn't. Oops~! Enjoy all the weird new Pokemon roaming about, and have a good time! Any and all are welcome to join in the glitch-ridden festivities!

Comments

[purramedic]

What exactly is your game, "Ser Saucy?" And you can tell me your real name, while you're at it. You're well aware of mine. Isn't Tevinter supposed to be all about good manners in polite company?

[mustachioedmagister]

[He opened his mouth, snappy comeback on the tip of his tongue. Anders, however, had a point. He was meant to be a man of manners, and he wasn't doing a very good job of that.]

Dorian of House Pavus, darling. [He bowed, giving a bit of a flourish as he did.] The pleasure is all mine.

[purramedic]

[Note to self: Investigate this "time magic" once back in Thedas and maybe find Dorian of House Pavus before doing The Thing. Guilt-free sexytimes ensue.]

Pleasure? Do you really sit there drinking wine and chortling about other peoples' suffering? [Only Anders would find a reason to complain about being called pleasant in spite of his faults.]

[mustachioedmagister]

[Dorian quirked a brow, the grin quickly ebbing from his face. Sure, people mad a number of assumptions about him given his lineage but this... this was out of nowhere.]

I do enjoy my fair bit of wine but... I can't say I've done much laughing in the face of someone's suffering lately. [His neutral expression faded straight into a frown.] Awfully presumptious, don't you think?

[purramedic]

[It made sense in his head, honest.]

What else am I meant to think when you bring up what I did and then proceed to compliment me?

[mustachioedmagister]

[Ah, there it is. He crossed his arms once again, fingers tapping against a muscled bicep. This was hardly the place to discuss politics. The sun was shining and a snide grass monster was making murder eyes at both him and his new companion. He should be wooing this man by now. Maker knew he'd managed to do more with less time.]

[But then, that was what had caused this whole mess, wasn't it?]

That, then. [A sigh escaped him.] Surely you know we Tevinters are beyond that Circle mess. It's not the right way of doing things. Take it from me, locking people up and expecting them to not yearn for what is explicitly forbidden will only cause problems.

[Why did he bring that up? Maker, why did he bring that up. He shook his head.]

So perhaps I sympathize. Killing a Revered Mother? Perhaps a touch overkill but... it would have happened sooner or later. And if it had happened later well... I wouldn't be looking at such a dashing man, now would I?

[purramedic]

Yes, criticize from your ivory tower where you don't have to worry or do anything about it. What a world of change you're bringing to your fellow mages.

[YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT IT UP, DORIAN.]

Good to know a man's face is more important to you than his morality. [Honestly Anders just accept the compliment and move on.]

[mustachioedmagister]

Yes, my ivory tower. Was that the small town that was eradicated by a Darkspawn Magister? Or was it the fortress we're currently holed up in, fighting said Darkspawn Magister?

[Dorian was a pampered prick and he'd be the first to admit it. But he had been risking life and limb since his arrival in Redcliffe.]

There isn't much that can be changed when I'm working on saving the world. Perhaps once I'm done, I'll work on that.

[He crossed his arms over his chest. He could have left it there, but now he was a little insulted. He may not have been trained in the ways of The Game, but he'd at least picked up on a little bit of subterfuge, and a lot of pettiness.]

Did I mention that the esteemed magister gained a significant amount of power by eradicating the Mage-Templar conclave? The meeting designed to ease the rifts that your little stunt.

Yes, it is so easy here in my ivory tower.

[purramedic]

[Anders makes to argue further, but Floppington tugs on the leg of his trousers and stares up at him with those big, pleading eyes, and he finds himself incapable of resisting. Maker, is his little Warden Commander turning into Pinsy?

With a defeated sigh, he stoops to pick up his striped little feline friend and hugs him carefully to his chest. The Meowstic seems pleased by this, though not in a smug way.]

I'm alright, Flopsy.

[His attention quickly returns to Dorian, and though the look he gives the Vint is most certainly a glare, his voice is much calmer.]

I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, but a Darkspawn Magister sounds like your problem.