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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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He listened to him and listened well. And in the end he decided that the man was of the type that bothered him a great deal. Like the girl Artoria. Taking on all the pain for themselves and never allowing others to walk with them. Not truly anyway. They were powerful allies but not the sort of people with methods he had any respect for. Some would keep that to themselves.

But this was Iskandar.

"Billions of years you have lived but you have but the mind of a boy. A pity." He gave pause then looked at the man. "I do not mind that you find me to be wrong or that you do not agree. Many have felt this way and many have argued with me in the past. Even my own men. However, I find your methods of handling matters to be that of a child wishing good and only stumbling about. Others may admire this but I do not. I know another like you as well. I never imagined I would find another with power that I would view as but a child."

The Doctor shrugged. This reaction was exactly why he didn't talk to anyone about anything. They never really understood - only assumed they did. It was also why he tried to not care what people thought about him. Because it never mattered. Their opinions of him didn't change that he would always save as many people as he could.

"What's the point in growing up if you can't be childish sometimes?" He shook his head, that was said under his breath, as was the next bit. "Long scarf, moved past that." Louder he said, "I've been called far worse for far lesser reasons."

He considered himself to be far worse, so in the end, it didn't matter that Iskander told him this much. Though, he would argue that he's not a child. Teenager. Rebellious and stubborn. Sophomoric. Idiot. He knows he's all those things. But this is the only environment where it hasn't worked for him so expecting him to change much this early would be just as foolish.

"So, that's it then? Just going to give up on even working together?"

Because, that's what it sounded like.

"The only one suggesting that sort of thing is you in this moment. I've said no such thing."

Iskandar lifted a brow his way. He'd said what his exact thoughts were and that was the end of it. Not once had he ever suggested them not working together.

"It seems you rush to conclusions again."

The Doctor offered a small smirk as he glanced over at Iskandar

"If it were a conclusion, it would have been phrased a statement, I asked a question."

But the reply sounds more amused than anything. He takes a breath and nods, because that was beside the point. Just a moment of amusement before growing serious again.

"I didn't suggest it either. I was asking for your thoughts, since I've done most of the talking."

And he's not used to talk about himself. At all. Ever. 'Talks all the time, but doesn't say anything' - more than one friend had said that about him.

"Your memory must be very poor actually. I have done a great deal of talking. Equal or perhaps more than yourself at this point of the conversation."

Which was not exactly painting the Doctor out of his 'this is an idiot' light that Iskandar had put upon him. Really he was just less than impressed with him as a whole.

"Your question implied you were giving up since it seemed you thought I was. If you had wished for my thoughts on the matter then simply say so. There is no need to dance with words in a conversation where I have encouraged openness and given such with my own thoughts."

As for the answer... "My opinions on how you handle matters does not suggest I would not work with you. To do so would be foolish. Allies are necessary, even those we do not agree with. The only conclusion I can give to you is that I would not invite you to join my kingdom for I feel that you think too small no matter how open your gaze is."

It's that the Doctor has spoken more in this brief conversation than he has in the entire time since his return. So it feels like he is dominating the conversation, and he has said far more than he is comfortable with...

"You interpreted my question as such. As you said, people will decide what they see."

It doesn't mean that they are making sound decisions. And the Doctor chuckles softly at the last bit.

"I'm president of Earth in my universe...."

Not that he likes it. But he doesn't need to join any more kingdom than jhaving the entire planet, thanks. Besides, he hates being under anyone else's control. And boy did people want to control him as president.

"In the meantime, though. We're both here and agree we're allies."

So nothing else matters.

"Oh, of course. Here, go ahead." Inessa takes out Garahel's ball from her satchel and hands it over to Iskandar. Garahel, already on alert, straightens and wags his tail in anticipation.

Waver nearly pouted at that. He was trying to be stratgtic, and this was how he was told to pace himself?

He grunted, then returned to his initial stance.

"Fine."

"You and the augur would literally never shut up if you met, you aren't going to Honey Badger Hold." At least not while Yngvi's around. Because how will Gjurd police Yngvi getting up to no good? "Also never be near Aura if she shows up, she's all about spirits and swinging swords too, don't want you near her or I'll set twenty nugs on you and we'll see what they make of a thing like you. They come from the Deep Roads that're full of Darkspawn, look at them. They know things no one was meant to know."

Behold those beady black eyes, fathomless pits of unknowable horrors. Fear the nugs. Fear them.

"Pretty sure you're a thing the Chantry would set on fire. Have the Templars do a Templar thing around in the big Templar skirts. The mages wouldn't be allowed to clap eyes on you unless it was to see how you worked then they'd end up with sunbursts on their heads. You sound like a shady demon thing though, spirits don't do the whole up inside a person the way you're doing it. Spirits are-- a thing. Demons now. Well demons like to have teeth." Look. Yngvi's not wrong from a certain point of view about that bit.

"It's a rush, isn't it?" While Korrin may not savor the attention nearly as much as Iskandar, she's long-ago shed any sense of self-consciousness. She's a mage and a qunari; there's no way she's not going to stand out, so why not own it? Life is too short to fret about what other people think, anyway.

As he dodges, Korrin takes a moment to renew the Barrier spell, more for his sake than her own. It's a quick, almost reflexive, action that still leaves her time to swing with her spirit blade, testing for reflexes and weaker points. If he has any.

If there was a compliment he would have been particularly proud of, it would have been to know his lap was quite comfortable. It was about the only way he could comfortably hold Iskandar in his lap as it was, given their size differences.

"Well, I suppose I and probably Haphaestion will simply take what we can get," he shook his head, bemused with the large man. "Many prayers for Roxana if your son got half your penchant for said antics."

When Iskandar agrees to his future self's decision, Sam gives another sigh and looks up at the man, lips thinning further at the smile on his face. Not that he didn't like Iskandar's smile, but the look was far too familiar to the look he had given right before charging down the tunnel into the Darkspawn.

"You weren't the only one to do it. Norrington made a last stand to by us more time... then Jim." Sam stops again, brows furrowing as he looked away, trying not to break down about all of it. "The rest of us made it out, but then... I just don't know what happened with Cyril or Sina, we went separate ways. I guess it doesn't matter right now, but I just keep seeing it, reliving the moments over and over."

[OoC: Just guessing how things went down during the escape, for progression purposes.]</small<

Edited 2017-04-03 04:05 (UTC)

"You are an unusual man," he remarked, though he was sure Iskander had probably heard it before. A lot.

But getting back to their original topic -

"How long have you lived?"

"Well I'm not actually inside a person. This is my own body and not one I have possessed. I suppose some aspects could be considered demonish though." He gave a shrug, obviously not that bothered by the fact. Demons were a pretty normal thing where he was from. Usually summoned by the Caster class though. They were as close to being mages themselves without actually being so. Not that this was helping Iskandar's case but he wasn't one to actually hide anything about himself. This was what he was and people could do with it what they would.

"I'm rather sure they'd have some terrible times setting me on fire though. And I'm actually friends with one of the Templar here. I think he finds me rather odd but most do so that's not all that surprising I suppose."

He laughed then gave him a great big grin. "I'm also not so sure why I should fear these nugs. They are small and I have heard many a mention of them being weak and edible."

"Mm. Yes I can see that of them too. We must have felt there was a chance for you to do some good in this time." And to protect that little girl. He was one to want to protect the innocence of children but he had a feeling that if he'd given his life then she must have been very precious to him. Iskandar smiled as he thought about that before slowly shaking his head. Sam needed his attention more than the warmth in his heart over having been a potential guardian of Pel's child.

Or wondering why Pel hadn't been with Cyril and Sina.

"I relive sometimes of my own over and over again. Seeing people I love perishing, watching good people become lost. They're never easy ones to live with."

He chuckled softly, perhaps more so when the small cat finally lifted his head as if to figure out why his name kept being used over and over again. The little thing gave a big yawn and a little mewl before rearranging his puppy companion and curling around him for some more sleep.

"I think someone is trying to figure out why you keep speaking of him since he does not understand he is named after another."

"Mmmm. It's difficult to say honestly. I was in my early thirties when I first died but I could have been summoned a number of times since then and would not recall it. So I suppose hundreds of years is rather accurate at least."

Iskandar certainly didn't recall anything that might contradict that point anyway.

The puppy that was now free shook himself out from the licking he'd gotten then sat there with his head tilted. Obviously he was new to this game and wanted to figure out why the big him was so excited about it. Was it fun?

Iskandar chuckled and took the ball. Making sure Garahel could see it, he gave it a good toss so that way the mabari could fetch it for them.

Currently he was well guarded with no weakness in sight. Not that he had none, of course. Everyone did. Rather he knew how to protect himself to keep them from being revealed so easily and she would have to work a little harder to find one of them.

Parrying the blade again, he let it slide past then went to deliver his own blow in return. For one so big, he certainly moved quickly! "It always has been a rush, my friend. I confess I have enjoyed it ever since I was a little boy!"

"You did not provide information to allow one to interpret otherwise. Another fault of you not communicating properly."

He lifted a brow at that, looking highly unimpressed.

"You may hold this title but I do not acknowledge you as any sort of leader over any land or world. I do agree to fight with you as it is necessary but I also find you to be a largely unintelligent individual no matter the vast knowledge you might possess. Do as you will however, I will hold this opinion as long as you treat people as you do."

He was not going to budge on that either no matter what was said at this point. The man had proven to him that he was an uncaring individual no matter what care he took in making sure the worlds he went to were saved. Martyrs were never to be admired in his eyes. They might do some good but in the long run their solitary struggles only caused more pain.

And that was all the Doctor was in his eyes. A martyr.

"You wished for more. Show me you have earned it."

He knew he was really pushing Waver now but he didn't regret it for even a second. He felt the mage could handle it and wanted to see what he could do with this. See how far he would go. Even if it turned out to be nowhere at all it would mean a lot to him to see Waver try at all.

"You say that as if you have been the epitome of proper communication."

But then the Doctor looks at Iskander as the man continues to speak.

"You fall utterly short of your stories. Can't say I'm surprised."

Sad, but not surprised. He's used to such at this point in his life. He stands and shoves his hands in his pockets. He knows more than he ever wanted to. He honestly knows better than to expect meeting such icons to go well.

"Good-bye, then."

Iskander had made it clear the conversation was over. And the Doctor has never been one to stay where he wasn't wanted.

As Garahel promptly launches himself at the ball with all due enthusiasm, showing what a dog in his prime can do. Inessa chuckles as she watches him show off, crossing her arms. Glancing down to the younger dog, she smiles. "Doesn't that look like fun? Should we get a ball for you, too?"

"A man after my own heart!" That swiftness is an unexpected delight; Korrin's used to people of his size being mighty glaciers, even her own kin. To have someone who can keep up with her is always a benefit, as it forces them both to be at their best. The barrier absorbs the blow, but forces her back enough that her spirit blade winks out for a moment as she has to readjust her stance before summoning it into being again. Light flares as she swings it in an arc, likely hoping to blind him a little as she brings it down.

The problem was that Iskandar was built like a house and Waver wasn't that good yet. Waver knew that, and was struggling to figure out any advantage he had. It'd be fine if Iskandar was big and slow, but he wasn't. The man was massive.

But he did have a cape. And maybe that could help.

So Waver made to run along Iskandar's side, making it clear that he wanted to simply run past and land a hit. Not that Waver would, he would hopefully grab onto the cape and use it to pivot himself around Iskandar's back, but first steps first.

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