They could have given it a gloomier name, don't you think?
[ Whoever you are, whatever you're doing, now you're stuck rooming with (1) skinny blond headache. Who is not very happy about any of this - although the one thing he can't complain about does happen to be the free room and board, he's still willing to nitpick everything else about it. ]
Or a catchier one. Your entire world has been destroyed, and they can't even come up with something catchy? [ Barely disguised distress vs. scathing sarcasm, battling it out for the title of most annoying part of his semi-rhetorical rambling. ] It's just a little too on the nose, is all I'm saying.
(b) Elevators
[ He knows what a lift is; he took the ones from Lowtown to Darktown (and vice versa) for years. But those were substantially more... Rudimentary. Than the ones on the Panic. More ropes and old, rusted pulleys with makeshift counterweights, less sleek and shiny and - apparently sentient??
Anders is more hesitant than ever to board one, after witnessing a number of the savvier aliens and refugees about talking to the machines. And actually, apparently, getting the desired response. ]
They're not possessed, are they?
[ Because, hypocrite or not, he isn't setting foot one on the demonic elevator. It's the principle of the thing. ]
(c) Hug-A-Friend
[ Anywhere there are kittens, there is Anders. ...Some a bit strange, but if he was going to let that deter him, now, he'd still be stuck struggling to process any of this. The little things are easier, for now. The uncertain future, floating aimlessly through space, the occasional cat with a few too many legs or fuzzy little antenna... At least it's cute. And small. And this job is utterly harmless, that certainly counts for something.
Although none of that makes him very good at the work, either. ]
Oh. Did you want one, too?
[ He almost sounds disappointed, when someone approaches his share of the small, cute animals available for hugging. The way he's letting them clamber all over him, though - climbing his sleeves and fighting their way up to do battle with the feathered ruff around his shoulders - makes him look more like a patron than a worker. ]
anders | dragon age 2
They could have given it a gloomier name, don't you think?
[ Whoever you are, whatever you're doing, now you're stuck rooming with (1) skinny blond headache. Who is not very happy about any of this - although the one thing he can't complain about does happen to be the free room and board, he's still willing to nitpick everything else about it. ]
Or a catchier one. Your entire world has been destroyed, and they can't even come up with something catchy? [ Barely disguised distress vs. scathing sarcasm, battling it out for the title of most annoying part of his semi-rhetorical rambling. ] It's just a little too on the nose, is all I'm saying.
(b) Elevators
[ He knows what a lift is; he took the ones from Lowtown to Darktown (and vice versa) for years. But those were substantially more... Rudimentary. Than the ones on the Panic. More ropes and old, rusted pulleys with makeshift counterweights, less sleek and shiny and - apparently sentient??
Anders is more hesitant than ever to board one, after witnessing a number of the savvier aliens and refugees about talking to the machines. And actually, apparently, getting the desired response. ]
They're not possessed, are they?
[ Because, hypocrite or not, he isn't setting foot one on the demonic elevator. It's the principle of the thing. ]
(c) Hug-A-Friend
[ Anywhere there are kittens, there is Anders. ...Some a bit strange, but if he was going to let that deter him, now, he'd still be stuck struggling to process any of this. The little things are easier, for now. The uncertain future, floating aimlessly through space, the occasional cat with a few too many legs or fuzzy little antenna... At least it's cute. And small. And this job is utterly harmless, that certainly counts for something.
Although none of that makes him very good at the work, either. ]
Oh. Did you want one, too?
[ He almost sounds disappointed, when someone approaches his share of the small, cute animals available for hugging. The way he's letting them clamber all over him, though - climbing his sleeves and fighting their way up to do battle with the feathered ruff around his shoulders - makes him look more like a patron than a worker. ]