anya and tabs are dropped into dragon age 2. literally.
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Anya laughs. "Okay. If we're even in the right Age. We're totally going to Kirkwall. Despite the spoopy Templars. If I deny you Anders I would be the Worst Wife Ever. The horror."

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"Oh, it would be divorce for sure." Tabs pokes at her subclasses. "Vanguard and Warmonger. I'm going to run screaming at enemies and they. Will. Fear. Me."

The cards flip over again. "Wonder what happens now."

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The cards shuffle once more, and then split up into smaller and smaller categories. Familiar symbols appear on them, and rearranges into something looking like a timeline.

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"Do we get to pick? Neat."

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...apparently not, as the symbols glow, solidify, and disappear.

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"So...I guess the Keep isn't a thing?"

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"Well that sucks. Imagine adding in, like, Azry or Anwen or someone. Then we'd get to meet them."

She pauses. "Meeting Anwen would be hilarious and also terrifying."
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"Anwen would hate you. Which would be a weird experience. Do you think Azry would like me?"

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"Anwen would hate me so much. My precious xenophobic angry elf child. And probably? I don't see why Azry wouldn't like you. You're not human, which counts for like, a bunch to Azry. Well. At first, anyway. She's so much less racist than Anwen."

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"She does also have that 'idolising' the Dalish thing going on. I've got that in my favour." 

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The cards return one last time, this time, forming an archway.

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"That sure does look like we're supposed to go through it."

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Tabs grabs Anya's hand. "Yeah, let's draw on the strength of our angry elf children and trust this complete fucking weirdness."

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"Yup. Yup yupyup. Let's do this. There's probably something uplifting and witty that could be said here, but fuck that and let's do this bullshit."

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"That's what you're here for, bad news and witty one-liners?" Tabs shakes out her limbs, steels herself. 

"Okay, all right. It's fucking go time." She starts walking.

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Anya is pulled along for half a second before she catches up.

"Katie is gonna be so mad she missed this. Missing her chance be a dorf and romance Varric."

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“Yeah, I wonder why we’re here and she’s not? Or why Kat isn’t? What made us get chosen?”

Tabs tries to push down the flare of panic she feels, as she spirals into existentialism. 

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"Maybe they're somewhere else. Shooting Husks in Mass Effect." She looks up at the arch. "Here we go!"

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Tabs shudders. "Oh, they can have that."

She grips Anya's hand, and nods. "Let's do it."

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The archway glows, welcoming them.

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Tabs steps through- 

Into the Black Emporium.

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"Ah! Visitors! Thaddeus, stand up straight!" Says an aged voice.

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...well this is sure a thing.

"Hi!"

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"Hello, travellers! Welcome to the world not your own."

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"Xenon? Xenon the Antiquarian?" 

Tabs looks behind them. "We...came out of a mirror?"

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