Distance is Progress

Ophelia isn’t pleased.

Anders isn’t pleased that Ophelia isn’t pleased, because at the end of the day, hey, he’s cleaning up anyone who manages to crawl back to the clinic.

Aveline isn’t pleased that she’s off-duty doing this.

Isabela isn’t pleased that Aveline isn’t pleased.

Everyone isn’t pleased, basically.

Until that merchant came strolling past them.

Leaping onto their feet, they chased after him, until Isabela and Ophelia caught up, a hand on each side of his shoulder.

“Hold it right there.”

Of course, Aveline was a good wall, erm, tank to stop the merchant from going any further.

The merchant freezed up. He shrank in size at being surrounded.

“So,” Ophelia tapped her jaw. “I noticed something very important missing.”

Sweat broke out on the merchant’s forehead, dripping down his face. No doubt he felt Isabela’s blade to his back.

Ophelia looked at the merchant as she loosened her grip on him. “Listen. I believe a particular shipping of mine is missing or late. Just checking up where it went is all we are doing.”

The merchant eyed both women, with Aveline to the side with Anders, letting Isabela and Ophelia handle this.

“I-I-I-I…”

Isabela’s words cut him short. “The shipping of my book is late, sweet thing. That spicy Antivan one. The one with thepop-ups.”

“Wait, wait, wait. That is my book, Isabela!” Ophelia frowned.

Isabela pouted. “But you promise to lend it to me when it came in!”

“Yeah, when I finish reading it! And emphasis on lend.”

“More like when we are finished reading it, Lia,” chimed in Anders, rubbing his forehead.

Isabela looked at Anders with a twinkle in her eyes. “Oooo. Mind if I come join along when it is reading time?”

“You are certainly not welcome!” Anders’ disapproval was clear on his face. Along with that blush that was evidently creeping up on his face.

Ophelia butted in. “I certainly don’t mind inviting Isabela to come along.” A wicked grin was on her face.

“Guys,” Aveline spoke, breaking the argument. “I hate to say this to you, but the merchant is gone if you want to question him about your shipment, Hawke.”

Isabela, Ophelia and Anders looked down to see that the merchant had slinked away from their grasp.

“Rats.”

((Apologises to Ash for not answering this in ages. Procrastination got in the way :|))

Garrus felt that if his scars on his face were all patched up, his jaw would still find a way to drop out of the Normandy.

There lies Shepard, waving a bottle of booze in one hand, her omnitool in the other. The mischievous grin on her face and the smell of burnt fuses said it all.

By the spirits, did that woman… break the forward batteries?

His gaze traveled to the console, having some glimmer of hope. But it all ended with Grunt just sitting on it. Sitting on it wouldn’t have been comfortable for the krogan, but it is clear the krogan was drunk as well. What did those two drink to be so…

Shepard giggled on the ground, rolling about while Grunt starts to fall asleep where he sat.

“….Must be Ryncol,” sighed Garrus. He would have to make a mental note to remind Shepard to not drink at his working station.

((Sorry for not responding this in a long time, Lee! ;___;))

((I apologise to Arielle for not doing this prompt sooner. But I needed a break to start writing and stuff…))

He wasn’t expecting company.

Nor did he ask for it.

Nor did he expect the girl who sat down next to him, slightly tipsy to just casually talk to him.

Despite spending the last several months away from Kirkwall from his homeland, he needed to be grounded. From the assassinations, from the blood, from the hounding of his nonna to find a beautiful lady to settle down, from… everything. Even if it means spending time at a low life tavern like the Hanged Man, drinking whiskey he could have purchased with better quality with a wave of a hand.

Slowly, he looked up and the girl just smiled at him.

His mind told him not to smile back. But he did.

• Question: If Ophi ruled Thedas... - moonlighttan
• Answer:

  • Stop Templars from hunting her or her family
  • No more Circles; mage schools will be established
  • Abolish alienages
  • Everyone gets free wine! :D

  …

  There appears to wine spills, not to mention the start of crude sketches. There is a possibility that Ophelia got drunk while compiling this.

  • Taxy will be Thedas’ treasurer
  • Kick every Seeker’ arse
  • Kick the Chantry
  • Set fire to the balls of nasty blood mages (boobs and hair if the said evil blood mage doesn’t have balls)

  ….

  This ledge became illegible and redundant beyond this point.

• Question: Ophi and Taxspawn have tea. - ouyangdan
• Answer:

  CHAMPION OPHELIA HANDS OVER A CUP FILLED WITH TEA WITH MILK IN. I TAKE A SIP OF THE TEA AS I USE STUPID WARDEN CARVER AS A FOOTSTOOL.

  I HOPE ANDERS WILL COME BY SOON. CHAMPION OPHELIA MADE SOME NON-TAINTED CUPCAKES FOR EVERYONE TO EAT, EVEN FOR STUPID WARDEN CARVER FOOTSTOOL. I USE MY CUPCAKES THAT I WAS SUPPOSE TO EAT TO MAKE A BLOWN UP CHANTRY IN CUPCAKE FORM, WITH MY TAXE. ANDERS WILL BE SO PLEASED!

  ((I feel so mean. Sorry, Carver! XD))

• Question: Anders has butterflies in his stomach - bellisadinosaur
• Answer:

  “Ands, why the look?”

  “No look, Lia. It must be… the lighting of your estate?”

  “Liar.”

  Hamlet is amused, resting his head on his paws, snuffing. Anders looks nervous, not staring at mom. Sometimes it puzzles Hamlet when his mommy hangs around Anders. The mage hurts her, and Hamlet strongly dislikes anyone hurting his mommy. But he will be a good mabari and listen to mom. As much as it displeases him, Hamlet would rather bite Anders in the arse than let him set foot in mom’s home again.

  Anders gulps, almost like he swallowing something quite large and painful. “I need some time to recover…” Anders turns and takes his leave, leaving mom confused at his sudden departure.

  Hamlet can’t help with ruff with approval, forgetting under his paws was an empty vial. Oh Hamlet knows the contents:  literally make butterflies grow in Anders’ stomach. Hamlet loved exploring mommy’s cellar and finding vials such as this.

  And Hamlet was a harmless mabari. There was no way a mabari such as Hamlet could slip that into Anders’ goblet, wuf wuf.

  ((Yup, I took this literally XD))

• Question: Ophelia on the run. - captainwolfos
• Answer:

  Templars never fail.

  For months since his knighthood, Issur had searched through the Green Dales. The green plains and trees were luscious, in comparison to Kirkwall. But like Sundermount, it was filled with danger. He had hoped to find some shred of clue to where the fugitive and former Champion of Kirkwall could be. The Chantry wanted to bring her to justice. The Templars wanted her executed for her crimes. The Seekers wanted to undermine the Templars.

  Issur just wanted that damn promotion.

  A rustle from the nearby bushes has put Issur on alert. Blood mages were everywhere in the Free Marches wilderness, cutting into their flesh, using demon-fuelled gifts against anyone who stood in their way. He is prepared for anything trick that these vile mages threw at him. Many Templars had failed to capture her. He will succeed when no other Templar had.

  But there were no tricks, no magic used when he failed like the many Templars before him. As he sank deeper into darkness, the last he saw was the Champion of Kirkwall’s face, her dark blue eyes filled with sadness and despair when she disabled him, with her bare hands.

• Question: Ophelia/Oenone have a conversation about sex. - captainwolfos
• Answer:

  Oenone’s cheeks lit up brightly like a bright flame. “Is this even…”

  A mischievous grin appears on Lia’s face. “Oh yes. Definitely. Might I also suggest that this can be amplified with outstanding results with a thin layer of rock armour and a small touch of flames…”

  Oenone’s blushed features dies down a little, now mixed with a bit of curiosity. “Really, Ophi? But what if accidents occur with Jowan casting the flames? And what if I cast rock armour and it went…”

  “OENONE!”

  Obviously Oenone is not the only mage flaming up brightly. By Anders’ predictions, Jowan would start waving his hands exasperatedly shortly, possibly throwing in some terrible singing. Not that Anders want hear Jowan’s singing. Kinloch Hold didn’t hold regular choir practice for them. Not that it would have helped Jowan’s singing in the first place.

  That impish grin on Lia’s face says it all. Anders know that look too well. You two are not going to talk to each other, sitting on opposite sides of the room. So we’re just going to talk about sex as punishment for being party poopers and for not getting along…

  Lia clearly wouldn’t mind hearing Jowan singing soon, since she continues on to reassure Oenone, whose face is blushing again just as furiously as his own was the whole time, with more explicit instructions and information.

  This is going to be one long, awkward night.

• Question: The mabari is purple and it's not Ophi's fault - bellisadinosaur
• Answer:

  “Maker’s breath. Hawke! What happened to your…”

  Ophelia rubbed her forehead. “Yes, Varric. Hamlet’s -purple-.”

  Hamlet barked and wagged his tail. At least his pouchy eyes were not purple. It would have screamed ‘PRIDE DEMON’. Knowing her regular run ins with these pride demons and the Templar’s paranoia that borderlines or ‘appear’ possessed, she didn’t want unnecessary trouble.

  But Hamlet’s purple.

  Ophelia sighed. “Did you sneak into my cellar again, Hamlet?” Her dog had an awful habit of sneaking into her cellar and taking some of the vials from the shelves. She applaud the mabari’s effort to not make all the vials fall down. Despite some of the vials disappearing, they often reappear, corked and within the mabari’s slobbery mouth. This time, it is no doubt that the contents of one vial is in his stomach.

  Hamlet responded to Ophelia’s question, with a loud bark, which puzzled Ophelia greatly.

  “Oh cheer up, Hawke! He is still an impressive dog, despite being a rather bright mulberry colour,” Merrill chimed in cheerfully.

  Ophelia sighs. “I don’t know if being mulberry colour is a good sign. At least he’s not swelling up like a mulberry. That’s at least one good thing about this incident, I suppose.”