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likebigboats) wrote2016-03-13 10:22 am
likebigboats) wrote2016-03-13 10:22 am
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Memory - Anders banters Act 1
As Hawke gets friends together and runs about doing heroic chores and derring-do, Isabela chats with the others. One of them is a mage, who she will become increasingly exasperated by throughout the game. Right now, she's on fairly pleasant terms with him, though she becomes exasperated when he's insistent about pushing mage rights. Anders also has a spirit in his head or something, so Isabela figures there's...two people driving in there? Maybe? She's pretty sure it's the spirit that keeps Anders from being as much fun.
Isabela: Hello? Is Anders there? Can I speak to Anders?
Anders: You can stop yelling. It's always me.
Isabela: Oh, good. I didn't want to talk to that other guy. You know, the stick-in-the-mud.
Anders: He can still hear you. Justice and I are one.
Anders: Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?
Isabela: Not really. I just wanted to make sure it was you.
--
Anders: I keep thinking I know you from somewhere...
Isabela: You're Fereldan, right? Ever spend time at the Pearl?
Anders: That's it! Anders: You used to really like that girl with the griffon tattoos, right? What was her name?
Isabela: The Lay Warden?
Anders: That's right! I think you were there the night I --
Isabela: Oh! Were you the runaway mage who could do that electricity thing? That was nice...
Hawke: Please stop talking. Now.
Varric: I don't think I need to know this about either of you.
--
Anders: Isabela, you never talk about the mages' plight.
Isabela: What's there to say?
Anders: There's plenty to say.
Isabela: And you say enough for the lot of us, don't you think?
Anders: So you're telling me you have no opinion on the matter?
Isabela: None whatsoever!
Anders: That can't be true.
Isabela: No, I'm afraid I'm really this shallow.
--
Anders: Sometimes, I think you have the right idea.
Isabela: Handcuffs, whipped cream, always be on top?
Anders: I never used to give two bits what anyone thought of me. Justice once asked me why I didn't do more for other mages. I told him it was too much work. But I couldn't go back after that. Couldn't stop thinking about it. Sometimes, I miss being that selfish.
Isabela: Huh? Were you talking? I was still at "whipped cream."
Isabela: Hello? Is Anders there? Can I speak to Anders?
Anders: You can stop yelling. It's always me.
Isabela: Oh, good. I didn't want to talk to that other guy. You know, the stick-in-the-mud.
Anders: He can still hear you. Justice and I are one.
Anders: Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?
Isabela: Not really. I just wanted to make sure it was you.
--
Anders: I keep thinking I know you from somewhere...
Isabela: You're Fereldan, right? Ever spend time at the Pearl?
Anders: That's it! Anders: You used to really like that girl with the griffon tattoos, right? What was her name?
Isabela: The Lay Warden?
Anders: That's right! I think you were there the night I --
Isabela: Oh! Were you the runaway mage who could do that electricity thing? That was nice...
Hawke: Please stop talking. Now.
Varric: I don't think I need to know this about either of you.
--
Anders: Isabela, you never talk about the mages' plight.
Isabela: What's there to say?
Anders: There's plenty to say.
Isabela: And you say enough for the lot of us, don't you think?
Anders: So you're telling me you have no opinion on the matter?
Isabela: None whatsoever!
Anders: That can't be true.
Isabela: No, I'm afraid I'm really this shallow.
--
Anders: Sometimes, I think you have the right idea.
Isabela: Handcuffs, whipped cream, always be on top?
Anders: I never used to give two bits what anyone thought of me. Justice once asked me why I didn't do more for other mages. I told him it was too much work. But I couldn't go back after that. Couldn't stop thinking about it. Sometimes, I miss being that selfish.
Isabela: Huh? Were you talking? I was still at "whipped cream."