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[Open] Time for some enjoyment

WHO: Iskandar and OPEN
WHAT: Iskandar is here to have a good time. Join him?
WHEN: Throughout Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold and other fun places
NOTES: Probably lots of cute times. Maybe some sad times depending on the threads. But mostly a lot of cute and loud affection. Because Iskandar.

A. It's a new dog!

He'd been wanting one since first seeing the mabari. Now he had one of his own. A fine pup who tended to spend much of his time tripping over his own feet but was ever eager to be with and please the large man. Really he'd been told that an older dog would be recommended but they'd laid eyes on each other and that had been that. After all, once that bond was formed there simply was no going back.

And so one could find him with a puppy in one of the more open areas. They were training and it seemed that the puppy was at least rather intelligent at picking up on things! So long as Iskandar used his native tongue for the commands, something he'd decided to do just to solidify their bond further.

"Heh. What a clever boy you are, my Achilles Alexander!" The pup gave a bark and then happily ate up the piece of meat that he was given. And yes, Iskandar sure had named this dog after himself.

B. Training is important

The best way to perfect how one used their adjusted powers was to, well, use them. So he was around the training grounds to work with the couple of them that he felt could safely be done here. Name the teleportation and invisibility ones. So it was easy enough to spot him standing in one location only to reappear in another. At times he frowned and rubbed his beard as he considered what he'd been doing before trying again.

One could feel free to interrupt him though. He wasn't needing the concentration to do this really.

C. Memories rise to the surface

There were times when even Iskandar needed a moment to reflect, to think on the sadder days. Though he never regretted any of them that hardly meant they didn't weight on his heart. Many had been lost under his command or had given up much to follow him. Then there were times when he remembered Hephaestion and how perhaps he would never see him again. Or that his son would be someone he'd never lay eyes on.

So he was in the gardens with a kitten and a mabari pup curled up together on his lap. Both were sound asleep as if they'd been playing hard until that moment. He smiled down at them fondly, stroked their soft ears as he admired their pure innocence.

"It has been long since I had your purity, little ones."

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"Amazing! That would make you such a powerful ally to have on a battlefield. And you were already impressive enough when we last fought together months ago."

He had to wonder what a fight would be like with her using the full range of these abilities would be like. For ally or enemy. He grinned brightly then as he thought of something. "Would you require someone to duel with? I could always volunteer myself for this."

"Hm? I'm not sure what tiny pets would have to do with my identity actually."

Yes he had them. They were small and his and he was Alexander the Great. Really he failed to see where the confusing part was. Perhaps he'd never had any in his lifetime but that hardly meant he wouldn't have them now.

"The feline is Hephaestion Alexander and the pup is Achilles Alexander."

He grinned at him.

"And I am the Alexander the Great, Iskandar, King of Conquerors."

He nodded his approval of the dodge and moved around to avoid an attack before lifting his hand to beckon him to attack him again. The best way for Waver to get a feel for this was to keep using what he'd taught him.

"Again, boy. Aim to cut me."

"Hmmm. I'm not sure what a doglord is actually. They do not have those in my world as far as I am aware. Though I can tell you that any creature could fart themselves awake."

He managed to miss the last part of what the other had to say though, too distracted by his name. The first part could be a real one but the last part sounded rather made up. "Is there a reason you would wish your surname to be congealed in a gutter? It seems more jest than anything else."

Resting his hand on his hip while his other easily held his dog who was just sniffing the air curiously. "I am one of the Rifters so if there are reasonings behind name, history behind doglord, and so on, then I am not familiar with them."

Waver spun around neatly, and made a quick swipe for Iskandar's arm, coming in at a side angle. The arc was parallel to Iskandar's biceps, although Waver had no doubt that the movement would be easily deflected.

What was far more important was his footing. He was moving faster than before, and his feet were less clumsy and inclined to trip over themselves.

Very softly, and with a lot of feeling does Yngvi mutter the first few words. "What the fuck?" A few extra moments are required too because who doesn't know doglords, that's just basic Thedas, up there with the first things people tend to learn along with Orlesians are the ones that like to go around with masks instead of faces. Maybe he needs to revise his whole 'what rifters know' thing though he doesn't really know that many of them. "They're Fereldans, s'what other folk call them because they're really into dogs. Disturbingly into the dogs. Whole country is just dog everything far as the eye can see, songs about dogs, carvings of dogs, stories about dogs, people fighting alongside dogs. Stinks of dogshit. When a bunch of them packed up to my city after the last Blight? Brought the dogshit with them."

The most familiar refrain in Yngvi's life: the doglords ruined Kirkwall. Because they did. Look at where the Champion was from and trace it all back.

"Don't you know anything about dwarves?" Yngvi asks, setting the lantern down so he can pick up the nugs since they'll feel more secure being held. "No one tell you how we're made? My battlemaster in my company gave it to me the first time I visited his hold, said I needed a last name reflecting where I came from, my lineage. The gutter birthed me and my brother, rest of our siblings that we ate because survival of the fittest."

Hello and welcome to the multiple choice past of Yngvi where the truth is carefully interwoven with blatant lies and some carefully chosen and artfully told truths and half-truths. A delicate act. "Dane's popular. Dane and the werewolf is one of their big tales from back in their long ago, Loghain used to be but things happen, folk aren't the hero. They got a new one with the Fifth Blight. Jonas or Cousland, heard a lot of those when folk had a new young dog loping around getting in the way."

The Doctor shrugged almost embarrassingly. "From the stories I've heard, you weren't always the most... gentle... person. It's just a juxtaposition from what I know of you, that's all."

And to be fair, he'd never met Alexander, even the one from his universe. Which, given the presence of Hermione, and well, a lot of other people, he might not be.

"You... named your kitty after your bodyguard? And your pup after a Trojan warrior with a fatal flaw?"

Okay. Interesting.

Aw, Achilles is too adorable for words. Garahel wiggles a bit, too, at least until the other treat is given and practically inhaled. He flops down by Achilles Alexander happily, stretching out.

"Precisely. It's not difficult or complicated to apply, and given that we are on the border of Ferelden, the material itself is easy to acquire. Fereldan's canine warriors are quite popular, after all."

Korrin grins back instantly. "I don't require it just to go through some drills, but I sure as hell won't say no to it either! Hell, with a Barrier up, we won't have to worry about holding back and can just have fun going all-out."

"Such is an unfortunate consequence of longevity, so I've heard," he said, tacking on the last bit to maintain some plausible deniability.

"...Lives as fleeting as the seasons - though they always return in some capacity or another."

He knelt, extending one hand to scratch the kitten under its chin.

"Their names?"

Kirk chuffed into Iskandar's hair, because of course his son would have his name. Not that that was uncommon within itself - Kirk was named for his grandparents after all. But given Iskandar's history of names, he could not help but find it amusing. He shifted his arms to loop around Iskandar's shoulders, allowing him to lean back if he wanted to.

"I bet it made him proud. Who wouldn't be proud to have you for a dad, right?"

Hermione didn't see anything inherently fun in being carried, mostly because the only times she'd ever been carried in her adult life had been the result of a serious injury. She'd had more than enough of those in her time, and the negative associations were so strong that she actually yelped a bit when Iskandar managed to unceremoniously pluck her up off the ground.

Instinct told her to wriggle in his grasp and scream at him to let her go, but she forced herself to stay still, aside from grabbing at his hair to keep herself from simply falling right off of him. Tense and more than a little embarrassed, she clung to him before moving her grasp to his shoulders to keep herself from tugging painfully at his hair.

"Y- you don't-...! I appreciate the gesture, really, but-....!" Somehow, simply demanding that he put her down didn't seem right, even if Hermione had done just that when a giant had picked her up off the ground when she was sixteen. At the very least, she knew that Iskandar probably was a bit less inherently dangerous than Grawp had been.

"Which one of us is this supposed to be fun for, exactly?"

"I'm Fereldan. Of course I think they're wonderful companions." Never mind that he never had one himself, and still ended up with cats instead. Look they were young and needed a home and, let's be real, Sam had a habit of taking home strays and giving them a place to live. ~~CoughKirkcough~~.

"Because normal people don't name everything after themselves," he argues back, coming over and dropping a variety of things to start a fire. "If it was a here or there kind of thing it probably wouldn't be strange."

"Mmm. I see. It is quite normal to me. I named cities I conquered after myself." Cities. Plural. That was a lot of Alexandrias out there and he had no trace of shame over the fact. In fact his smile said he was rather pleased with the fact.

Getting the fire going, he started to add what Sam had provided into it then fished through his things to get out some food for the puppy who perked up quickly at the sight of food. He laughed and set a little dish before the mabari who started to chow down as if he hadn't eaten his entire life. Children in just about any species were delightful.

"How are you feeling?" he asked Sam finally. They were alone out here and he'd been noticing that there was something subdued about him. As if there was much on his mind. Now seemed a good time to ask him about it.

"Well it is a great deal of fun for me. It is like I get to carry the daughter I never had to a picnic I will have with her."

He laughed at his own words as he kept a hand on her to make sure she'd still be on his back as he grinned back at her. Then he was walking along. She might as well have weighed nothing with how easily he was moving along, already back to continuing their conversation.

"I suppose it could be quite fun for you too. How often is it you can say you were carried to a picnic by Alexander the Great?"

There was more laughter as he held up the food he'd brought like that was proof of this. In a way it sort of was though if one thought about it.

"Hephaestion had said as much to me when I found out Roxana was with child. He would have been a fine addition in the boy's life."

Hephaestion never saw the birth of the child either though. He'd died even before he'd died himself. It was a moment that had shattered him and he felt certain it had made it difficult for him to live on when he'd fallen ill himself. That man had been such a valuable part of his life for so long that walking forward had not been easy for him after his passing.

"I had thought to take my child to the memorial I was building for him so that way he might see the child even in the afterlife."

Hephaestion, Iskandar's friend and lover. Even the histories mentioned him, though whether or not he had been a lover was little more than speculation with strong evidence. Iskandar had confirmed it, and Kirk was hardly surprised. From the sounds of it, he had meant quite a lot to the other man - his Spock or Bones, if he thought about it in terms of his own family.

Gently he shifted, turning so Iskandar could rest his head against his chest, his own fingers taking up a soothing rhythm through his hair and down his neck.

"Who are you kidding?" he asked him. "You know he was watching him from the moment he was born. Hephaestion doesn't sound like the sort of man that would miss such an important moment from what you've told me about him."

"They are. That is the beauty of them. All that we can accomplish in so small a time. Lives centuries after our own will be changed by one small action in the present."

Like how he'd taken these two. There was no telling what that would mean in times to come.

"The kitten is Hephaestion Alexander. The pup is Achilles Alexander. Hephaestion was the name of my good friend."

"I am looking forward to these lessons! I think he will enjoy them as well."

Of course the puppy was busy with his new big friend. Putting his paws on him, he seemed to be trying to climb on top of him to get at his head. Apparently to bite at his ear to encourage him to play with him. What better way to ask for playtime than to bite an ear right? Iskandar knew that the pup meant well and that Garahel was well trained and would bring him no harm. So he said nothing and instead just chuckled at the antics.

"When he is bigger I think he will provide a better companion to your good Garahel. As it is now I think we can be amused at his desire to try."

"Truly? Then I propose we do this! It will give me a chance to practice with my own abilities as well!" And who better than with someone who would have just as much as fun as himself with going all out? That seemed a brilliant idea in his opinion.

"I named my kitten after my oldest and dearest friend. I named my pup after a hero that I admire from my favorite tale. Also I would say that we all have flaws so dwelling on such a thing while missing the accomplishments is a flaw in itself."

He grinned at him, apparently quite up on this ability to toss back things that almost sounded like insults without them being so. The Doctor couldn't be the only one talented in that.

Of course he wasn't the least bit offended by the judgement of the names. After all this was him.

"And I named them both after myself as well."

Moving a hand up, he smacked at Waver's arm to make sure the blow didn't land and mostly kept watch over his feet. He knew the mage wasn't quite skilled enough to strike him unless he ended up getting lucky.

"Good. Remember that the most important part of your weapon is your ability to stay on your feet to use it." He then went to send a sudden punch towards Waver's face just to force him to have to dodge something from above to make sure his balance was still good.

"I really don't actually. I've only had the pleasure of being able to talk one on one with elves, humans, and qunari for the most part. I would enjoy learning about your people though."

He was making a note that there were plenty of people not fond of Fereldans though. Perhaps it was because of the dogs and perhaps not. Whatever the reason was he was sure he would learn it given enough time. He was certainly patient enough to keep poking at things until he could discover what the answer was if nothing else.

Aside from that displeasure he figured that Yngvi had been raised on the streets where times were hard. Perhaps there had been other siblings who had died and perhaps he simply meant childhood friends. Whatever the case was he'd managed to end up elsewhere and given that nature of his he couldn't imagine that he had any sort of employment that was of a savory nature. Which made him interesting to be here with the Inquisition actually.

"I see. So these people are heroes among the Fereldans." He nodded, stroking his beard. Right before breaking into a smile anyway. Apparently Yngvi's attitude towards him was not putting him off in the slightest. Not when he had the opportunity to learn more about a new culture here.

"Some great warriors can come from nothing so I will not underestimate you for simply being born in the gutter. Though I think it would give you an interesting take on your people if you would be willing to share that with me."

To the punch, Waver ducked himself and thrusted his own arm forward towards Iskandar's side, using the momentum of going down and to the right on his end to make sure he could take advantage of everything around him.

"Like this, you mean?"

"Now that is more in line with what I know of you."

He can take it as well as he can give it. Yes, the kingly egotism of naming everything after themselves as not surprising at all.

"I can agree. But that sort of flaw doesn't tend to lead to the tragedies that happen when you ignore flaws for the accomplishments."

Which is why he's more or less kept to himself recently. Everyone wants to 'fix the future' without thinking that they might end up making it worse.

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asdfsfdslk not if she accidentally kicks him while flailing!

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well at least he can handle being kicked!

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