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Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE: ~~Camp Shady Fuckers~~ The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads

Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.

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[ Even Kaisa can appreciate silence, from time to time. She wanders over when she sees Anders, and manages to read the mood enough to not start nattering his ear off. Miracles occur, occasionally. Instead, she drifts to the rock, watching the river for a few moments. After a few moments, she starts toeing the rocks along the edge of the river, then picks one up that looked particularly flat and smooth.

With a flick of her wrist, she throws the rock at the river. It skips once, then sinks. Kaisa clucks her tongue, wrinkling her nose. ]

Water's too fast.

A lot of things are.

[He looks over at her and takes a slow breath, trying to gather his thoughts in a way that aren't so murky.]

Camp hasn't exploded yet, I take it?

Oh, it has. That's why I'm out here.

[ She grabs another rock, inspecting it. ]

I can leave, if you want. I know I'm not exactly the person to be around when you want to get deep thinking done. Loud an an idiot, not exactly conducive, yanno?

[ She attempts to skip the rock, and this time it doesn't even skip once before it sinks. ]

Blegh. Wasn't smooth enough.

No, you're fine.

[She's young, sometimes, but it doesn't bother him. He takes another breath, in and out.]

Does anything frighten you?

[ She doesn't answer him right away. She thinks on that for a bit, tossing another rock from hand to hand. It's not something she thinks of a lot. What she's scared of. ] Of course things frighten me. Everyone has fears. Even that Corypheus shithead has things he's afraid of, I'd bet. [ Another pause. ]

Losing my family. Losing my free will--being controlled by someone else. Being...unnecessary. Irrelevant. Waking up one day and realizing that there was no meaning to anything I did, and if I'd never been born, the world would be the same--or better. A half-elf bastard wasn't exactly easy on my mom.

[ She throws the stone, and doesn't even bother trying to skip it--Just chucks it in the river with all her strength, sending up a little wave of water. ]

Or, if you want to be a little more realistic and selfish, I'm terrified that one day I'm gonna fight darkspawn, they're going to overwhelm me, and I'm going to get dragged down and force-fed tainted flesh until I turn into one of those...monstrosities. Pumping out darkspawn until something can kill me.

[ She crosses her arms, expression unsettled, even talking about it. ]

[It's not nice, exactly, to hear her fears. But to be reminded of the fact that everyone is afraid, especially Wardens, helps. He is a threat in their midst, but he's one of dozens facing them. They could all be trampled by rabid bears long before Justice does anything to anyone.]

I keep a small boot knife.

[His voice is quiet as he looks down into the water, just audible over the sound of the current.]

We... When one of our number joined, Sigrun, she was being dragged by them. We saved her, but since then I've kept one. If they ever have you, if you ever need it, it's yours. It's in my left boot at all times.

[It's not really big enough for self-defense, but it's enough to open veins, to make sure that she didn't suffer that fate. Men have it a great deal easier there. Then again, Anders still has a feeling that the architect was once a Grey Warden, that all of the talking Darkspawn they came across were. It's not a thought he relishes.]

I can't protect many from much. I can't even be certain to protect anyone from me. But at least I can offer you that.

[ She nods, slowly. Either killing herself, or being at the receiving end of a mercy kill--It's not the kind of death she imagined for herself, but it's better than the alternative. And Anders was offering it as a comfort, a way to help keep that fear at bay. ]

Thank you. I'll remember it, if it ever comes down to it. And I'll pray that it doesn't.

[ She glances over at him, tilting her head to the side. ]

Thinking about fears in particular? Or did you just think that I didn't have any?

Thinking about one specific one.

[He's pausing a lot in this conversation; it's not easy. His thoughts are a piled-up, painful mess, and Justice is doing the opposite of helping. The spirit doesn't want Anders thinking this way.]

One of the biggest dangers to the Wardens is...

[Right here, he wants to say, and can't get the word out. They're not a danger. They are an asset. Mage and spirit both, magic and physical threat.]

It...

[He shakes his head, trying to clear it, losing the thought and feeling a spike of fear because now he knows that's intentional.]

I'm sorry. I'm tired.

[Tired and afraid, because he's fairly certain he'd been trying to talk about Justice and the spirit is trying to make a point.]

[ She turns to look at the river, expression solemn. What Anders is struggling with...is beyond Kaisa's scope, beyond anything she'd ever dealt with before. She's not sure what to tell him. That he's not a danger? That Justice is just fine and dandy? After a few moments, she reaches over, resting a hand on his shoulder. ]

The Wardens have been around for, like, a thousand years or something. It takes more than one spirit with a taste for the dramatic to knock us down. And...we knew what was up when we accepted you back. We've got precautions in place. It's not like Justice is going to see me trip Alistair and burst out like 'Oh fuck no' and level the camp.

[ She gives that shoulder a squeeze. ]

It'll be okay. You'll be okay. You're overthinking it.

[Justice does not approve of hearing that there are 'precautions' in place, and Anders can feel cold anger from the spirit. He's still convinced, clearly, that he's not a danger. Anders likes knowing people are prepared, though.]

I hope I am.

[His voice is quiet.]

I'm not... I hope I am. Thank you.

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