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[3wayforjustice]

[Aside from the apology to the woman -- whose name he'd only just found out -- Anders hadn't said much lately. He'd thought it best to keep his head down. Not only was it a little embarrassing to have been pushed so easily over the edge, but it had been dangerous. For her, not him.

He remembers the little mage girl, terrified of the man who'd tried to protect her from the templar... because of what he'd become before her eyes...

So he's gone out walking. He's been out all day, just keeping in motion. It keeps his mind from racing, and helps map out the general area. As it begins to turn to evening, he finally makes his way back to the keep. Only to find something unexpected.

Hot pools. Steaming hot, in fact.

There's a few minutes of debate and hesitation. But there doesn't seem to be anyone around. And the long day of walking has sort of made him feel a bit sore. That seems to settle it, and the mage shrugs out of his coat. And pants. It's only when he ducks into a pool that he suddenly notices something unusual.

...

He'd never had a tattoo there before.]

Andraste's burned backside--! Where...?


[At least there's no one around to see his confusion. ... For now.]

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[It's a shame his luck doesn't last, Hawke's too for that matter. He's been mapping out the entire keep and guess where is one of the few places he hasn't been yet.

When Hawke arrives at the pools to map them he finds Anders doing...he's not sure actually.]

Rash? And here you were the one telling me to be careful around Isabela.

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[3wayforjustice]

[There's another startled oath out of him. Anders pretty much jumps, then promptly sinks into the water in hopes it makes things less awkward. Somehow. This accomplished, he will summon his dignity to answer the question.]

It's not a rash, it's--

[Frustrated hand gestures go here.]

A tattoo. Apparently.

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

[Dignity? Hawke just caught him checking himself out. Not much dignity to be salvaged.]

That's what happens when you drink too much. I would have thought you would know better.

[Of course he knows what Anders is talking about, but he's going to be a pest about it anyway.]

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[3wayforjustice]

[Anders can dream. Or hope.]

You and I both know I can't get drunk. Much less tattoo myself under the influence.

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Good point. Your hands don't seem nimble enough to tattoo yourself.

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[3wayforjustice]

I didn't mean it like that--

... You're enjoying this, aren't you?

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Maybe just a little.

[He starts walking around the pools taking notes on his map.]

Besides I really doubt that you're responsible for mine anyway.

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[3wayforjustice]

I should have known.

[He stays put, folding his arms ineffectually. More so he doesn't glance down at the writing on his stomach again, than anything.]

For... yours? You have one as well?

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

You really should of.

[Hawke just busies himself with his map, not wanting to see anymore of the nude mage. He's already seen enough skin.]

On my chest. Not sure how it got there but I know if I had been the one to pick it then it would be a lot more impressive.

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[3wayforjustice]

[That's fine. He'll face the opposite way, then.]

Something involving swords and stabbing, I assume. And not... well.

What is it?

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

I was thinking something more along the lines of dragons.

[Hawke is really wishing he found this place sooner. That tub in his room is pathetic.]

Maybe it's profanity in a completely different language.

[Because if he was going to tattoo someone who was unconscious that's what he would do.]

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[3wayforjustice]

It's always dragons with you.

[Anders is wishing Hawke had found this place at a different time -- save them both a bit of awkward.]

On both of us? Because I've got writing as well... Justice doesn't recognize it, either.

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[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Well what would recommend? The decapitated head of a templar?

It's not just us. I've heard others talking about having them as well. I think it's safe to say they've tagged all of us.

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Anders, look! Some of the Keep's wildlife has come to say hello.

A small frog hops towards Anders, giving a ribbit that's surprisingly loud for its size.]

[3wayforjustice]

[The mage glances toward the frog, a little startled. But it's just a frog.]

[So he'll turn his back, and go on trying to figure out what that tattoo is.]

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[It keeps coming - here's no stopping this beastie - and jumps right onto Anders' arm.]

[3wayforjustice]

[Well that gets his attention.]

Ack-!

[And he swats at it, shaking his arm.]

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[The frog is shaken from Anders' arm and falls to the ground. It is, however, seemingly unharmed.

It blinks up at him and croaks again.]

[3wayforjustice]

Yes. That should teach you.

[Anders, you're talking to a frog.]

[He splashes some water at it, in a shoo-go-away sort of gesture.]

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[This is a frog! A little water does nothing!

It makes another hop for Anders' arm.]

[3wayforjustice]

[And he shakes his arm again, hoping the movement will discourage the little beast.]

Go on, shoo!

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[The shaking does not deter it. The frog crawls up Anders' arm, heading for his shoulder.]

[3wayforjustice]

Maker--

[He swats at it again. If necessary, he'll summon up one of the few offensive spells to get rid of it.]

[keep-hallways.livejournal.com]

[This is certainly a determined frog. This time, it's only loosened by Anders' swatting, and after a moment it keeps on going.

Hello shoulder! It keeps going, straight on a path for Anders' neck.]

[3wayforjustice]

You blighted--!

[He swats at it again, with both hands. There's an ice spell boiling at back of his mind.]