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WHO:

sassyqueermage, OPEN
WHERE: Outside the Tower.
WHEN: Today, early evening.
WARNINGS: Sassiness.
SUMMARY: Anders wants a drink. Badly. However, he has no idea where to look.
FORMAT: Prose.

After several minutes of fussing with his radio/communicator/demon box, he had opened up the text file Grace had sent him. He saw several names of what he presumed were pubs, but just to play it safe, he went with the establishment that actually had 'pub' in its name. Joe's Pub sounded good and straightforward. He liked that.

Slipping the radio/communicator/demon box into his bag, his hand skimmed over Ser Pounce-a-lot's back and he smiled as he picked up the cat from the depths of his bag. He slung his bag over his shoulder with his free arm and stood up to begin his trek through this monstrous city.

"Come on, Pounce. Let's hope we don't get ambushed by an ogre or another broodmother," he shivered, beginning to walk.

Then he realized he actually had no idea where he was going.

There were too many signs pointing in more than one direction and he hasn't even begun being freaked out by the fast vehicles on the road (at first he thought it was something he was going to have to kill, but on closer inspection he noticed people in them steering like one would do on a ship).

He could always ask someone for directions as much as it bruised his ego to do so. And he used to be so good at directions.

"Excuse me--can you spare a second--hello, will you--" Anders felt like he was talking to himself with these people brushing past and ignoring the apostate with a big MAGE sign on his back. With the way he was dressed differently, he thought that would at least give him some notice.

Anders looked down at Ser Pounce, absentmindedly scratching behind his ear. "Looks like this is the end of the road, Ser Pounce-a-lot. No food. No drink. Rude people everywhere--" he shot the next person he saw with a venomous look. "--and a demonic box for company.".

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Lion-O was once again walking back home after a day of service to the civilians of The City. It was surprising how much trouble can be roused up in one afternoon, even without soul-sucking monsters or large creatures terrorizing them.

While he walked, he noticed a man... having problems communicating. He knew that look all too well. Offering a slight smile, Lion-O approached the downtrodden man- taking a step back once he saw an overly frustrated look on his face. Lion-O understood, raising a hand into the air. "I hope you don't mind me overhearing, friend." He cleared his throat a moment, hoping this man wouldn't lash out on him for the actions of others.

"...No food and drink, and you appear to be lost. I'm Lion-O. Please... let me take you somewhere where you can get some food." He smiled gently at the cat and back at the man. "Maybe something for your friend as well."

He was hallucinating.

Mr. Wiggums was able to take down three templars and this was too much for him.

Anders stared at the cat...man wondering if it would be rude to ask about that. The squirrel did not seem to mind too much when they discussed how squirrels lived versus humans, but she looked human. Not to say that this man did not look human except he was covered in hair and had a very impressive mane (he just mentally complimented a cat man's mane, oh Maker).

"I...am Anders-O. I mean, Anders. Just Anders, and yes, that would be lovely."

Lion-O laughed. "Anders. It's nice to meet you." He noticed the strange look the man was giving him, and figured an explanation was in order. But maybe that was best after he ate something.

He looked at the cat. "And who's this?"

"Nice to meet you. Very pleasant. Yes." My, how proper they were being--mage and cat man. Cat man and mage. If Oghren could see him now--

But the subject turned to his cat. Anders absentmindedly wondered if it was rude for him to carry a cat-cat in the presence of a cat man. Justice had given him enough lectures about how he was enslaving his feline friend and he was just a spirit.

"Ser Pounce-a-lot, slayer of Darkspawn and lord of naps." He grabbed Pounce's little paw and waved hello.

The Thunderian laughed again, smiling at the cat. "Ser Pounce-a-lot. That's quite the name." He looked up at Anders an motioned him to follow. "There's a place just down the street with great food. They also serve some milk, which I'm sure Ser Pounce-a-lot will enjoy." It was a diner that served mostly breakfast food. If it wasn't to Anders' liking, he was sure they could find somewhere else.

As they walked, Lion-O glanced over at him. "...I couldn't help but notice the staring. I'm a Thunderian. I believe the people here call me a cat-person. I suppose that's as good an explanation as any. Like you, I am not from here."

"It took me forever to come up with that." He wasn't quite lying. He used to daydream about having a templar-eating large cat fondly named Ser Pounce-a-lot. Ah...wonder if his graffiti is still in the library books.

"Oh, Maker. I could kiss you right now." Except that would be a little creepy. Anders loved cats, but... "Or Ser Pounce could kiss you instead. He's a saucy little minx like that."

They started their journey to the restaurant which hopefully wasn't a hole in the wall though he had his fair share of fond memories of the Crown and the Lion. Most of them involved getting drunk out of his bloody smalls, but that was an internal monologue for another day.

"Staring? Who? Me? This is what I always do," he smiled. "So, Thunderian. You know, I heard once qunari were descended from halla, but I could never find any more information on that...you don't know what a qunari is probably."

He could hope.

Lion-O was taken back a little at the kiss comment. He was barely comfortable letting Cheetara kiss him on the forehead when he was little, let alone a complete stranger. His eyes got big a moment before Anders clarified. Ser Pounce could. That wasn't much better but he understood the sign of appreciation. He rose his hand, dismissing it. "I'm sure Pounce is. There's no need for that kind of gratitude." He chuckled, smiling. "Friendship is all I ask."

To his qunari query... "No, I've never heard of a qunari before. What are they?" He looked with curious eyes, almost sounding excited.

Though Lion-O had the body of a man, he very much had the mentality of a young boy.

Oh Maker, did Lion-O think he was coming onto him? Maybe Thunderians had no sense of friendly flirting. No. No. No flirting. That was bad and wrong and really weird. Lion-O would have a better chance with Ser Pounce-a-lot.

Then again the notion of friendship perked his interest. He couldn't say he had many friends. Oghren and the Warden-Commander, maybe Sigrun, but they were a ratty pack. All killing, not a lot of time for chit chatting around them. And in the Circle...it wasn't very wise to get close to anyone at all lest you give the templars another reason to make you miserable.

He held his cat close to his chest at that. "Friendship? If you insist.'

'Qunari are...really tall and muscular." He'd be mimicking them if his hands weren't full. "They're usually...ashen colored I guess is the right word for it. Some of them have horns though the only one I've met didn't."

Lion-O sounded even more interested. "Horns too? Are they warriors?" The Thunderian was curious as to how Anders was reminded of them. They sounded like an interesting race of people.

"Mmm, yes, if you get on their bad side and I would rather not. I've heard the stories." Interesting was putting it lightly. It was all order and no breathing room. Plus their view on mages wasn't exactly...tempting.

Lion-O tilted his head. "And they are from your world. What about you, Anders? Are you a fighter? I know the Porter tends to make mistakes from time to time."

"If I don't have any other choice. Let's say I was forced to fight or spend my life as a wanted man. I chose the former. I actually got quite good at it." Anders may have specialized in healing, but he was getting quite good at fireballs and lightning spells.

"Er, I was a Grey Warden. They're like a small army specifically to stop one thing--Darkspawn. Also, they have wonderful health benefits," that last part was said bitterly."

"That's a very difficult way to live," Lion-O sympathized. His interest was peeked with the mention of Darkspawn. "So you have fought dark, magical creatures?"

"You're telling me, tst." He had not had what he would call a stable life since his early childhood. He was always getting into trouble, or looking for it. Fight or flight were the only two options he ever had.

"Finally somebody gets it. Magical? Sometimes. Dark and really ugly? Yes."

"I've had my fair share of fighting something rather similar to that." Dark and ugly described Mum-Ra to the tee. Dark, ugly, and evil. He pat the Cat's Claw gauntlet at his side that sheathed the Sword of Omens. "They can be some powerful forces to deal with."

And they finally reached the diner. Lion-O stopped, turning towards the door and opening it for his new friends. "We're here," He smiles. "I hope you have an appetite."

"And annoying. You kill one batch and suddenly there's a whole other group coming at you." Anders always wondered how in the Maker's name they did that.

He did not know why he was hoping for something he recognized. Perhaps it was just the familiarity of pubs and restaurants. They, as in the Grey Wardens, traveled and always stopped by pubs to catch a decent meal and hone in on the latest gossip (or lose badly at Wicked Grace).

"Do I ever not?" He put up a smile and walked in. It even smelled differently and he could not believe he was already missing the disgusting smell of back alley pubs and taverns.

They were seated quickly, Lion-O sitting across from his new friend. He tilted his head. "What do you want to eat? They have everything from apple sauce to 'burgers' here." Not that the Thunderian ever had what these people called a "burger" before.

Anders followed Lion-O like a child with his mother. He sat down opposite him, picking up the menu, and going cross-eyed at all the food listed before him. He had no idea what a burger was either, but the description included beef and vegetables which was more than what he usually had.

"Shall we venture into lands of eatery not yet explored?" He grinned over his menu.

Lion-O was a sucker for apple sauce (even if it wasn't nearly as good as Snarf's) but he had to laugh at Anders' suggestion. "I can't argue with that, or fight my curiosity any longer. These burgers then?"

"Then burgers it is." The waitress came by to take their orders with Anders confidently ordering a cheeseburger for himself and water. She must have been so distracted by her...guests to notice Anders's feline friend in his lap or perhaps she did not want to mention it. Anders tickled his cat's belly as he waited for Lion-O.

Lion-O ordered the same, with some milk he had planned on sharing with Pounce. "So I take you've only just arrived to the City. Has anyone answered any questions you might have had?"

"Um, some. I know I'm not in the Fade. There's no Darkspawn here, thank the Maker. That...box is a radio and not a demon," he raked his memory for more. "Aaaand a creepy computer lady brought me here."

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Somehow this seemed like the right person to throw at Anders.

crying rn

XD

Re: XD

oh jesus this is hideous

no it is beautiful

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