Let No Soul Hunger For Justice: Suddenly... Demons!

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Adelaide, Bethany, Hermione, Ingrid, Jamie, Kaisa, Kirk, Nathaniel, Solas
WHAT: Binding a spirit has to go better than anything else has.
WHEN: TJustinian 5th
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Plotting post is here, warning for violence, there will be no tag order.

The atmosphere as they head out this time is a little more tense, but they're headed for the same place because the chance that it's some sort of cursed location would be far too convenient excuse and therefore it's been entirely dismissed.

At least the day isn't too chilly. Relatively speaking. For the mountains in the south.

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[justice_is_blond]

It's hard to think, so hard, and he blinks at Hermione's question at first before her words sink in and make sense. She wants to help.

"Bleeding. Put pressure on a spot that's not burned but bleeding. Ignore anything he says because he's hurt quite a lot." As he speaks, he continues regaining his focus. The deepest wounds he'll see to first, but then the burns come next. Shock is a definite threat whenever they're in play and he's not going to have Kirk's blood on his hands. Metaphorically. Physically, it's already a lost cause.

"As far as you, Kirk, I don't care if you've been worse. You're going to lay here and let us help or I'll glyph you and you'll be stuck letting us help. It's your choice." Some of the bleeding is slowing now, especially what's around and under the burns. There are several people who are burned, he realizes. He'll get to them. He'll get to all of them, or Adelaide will, but no one dies today.

[universal_charm]

His nose scrunched and he opened his mouth to protest, not liking being talked about like he wasn't even there. Except he was, and he was having trouble sorting the words or making words form on his tongue. He forced his eyes open through the haze, making himself focus up at Anders.

"Is glyph a way of saying you're going to send me more cats?" he grunted, trying for a bit of humor in the situation, though it came out forced and in a shallow breath. He was beginning to feel better, at least, so whatever they were doing was working. "Don't let me give me more cats, Hermoine."

[bookish_lioness]

Hermione nods immediately at Anders' instructions, scooting closer to Kirk and seeking out a wound she can likely touch without aggravating it. It seems like something of a lost cause, and so she presses her hands against a spot on his torso, too flustered over his well-being to be as skittish around blood as she ordinarily might be.

She doesn't know why Kirk starts going on about cats, or at least she doesn't make the link right away. But he's still talking, and it sounds as though he isn't being serious, so she'll take it all as a good sign. "You just lie there and hold on. Pets are good for your health anyway, so we'll get you back to Skyhold and you can recuperate with cats. It's therapeutic."

[justice_is_blond]

"Yes. That's exactly what it means." Even through his pounding headache and overabundance of guilt, Anders manages a little smile. "So many cats you won't be able to move."

The remnants of Kirk's shirt are carefully pulled away from the burns as Anders continues to heal them, closing them up and hoping that Kirk's body would be able to continue to heal on its own as well. "It's well-known that purring helps with recovery from a great many things. Including festering dog addictions. And right there, Hermione, excellent. Thank you."

[universal_charm]

He knew Anders was just playing with him, but the briefest moment in his blood deprived brain he thought he was being serious and a spark of true terror shot through him. It subsided quickly though, his mind to loose and wobbly to hold onto it for long as he concentrated on staying awake.

"Cats' tongues are like sandpaper," he grunted in reply, because that seemed a logical argument. "And they don't play fetch. The knock stuff over. Rude. Cats are rude." Keep talking, Kirk, keep yourself awake, even if what you're saying is nonsense.

[bookish_lioness]

Careful to keep her hands only where Anders explicitly directs her, Hermione tries not to be too amused at the thought of Kirk being pinned down by kittens. It's a silly thing, but really, maybe they could all use a bit of silliness after what had just transpired. Though it still feels far too soon and the wounds feel much too raw for them to be silly just yet.

"Cats can be very loving if you give them a chance, Kirk," she murmured softly, hoping that Anders' magic was doing more than simply healing superficial wounds. "And besides, dogs can be troublemakers, too. Have you ever played with an overly happy mabari? They can tear a home to shreds in their excitement and think they're doing it out of love."

[justice_is_blond]

"And mabari drool gets everywhere." He doesn't really have the right to make jokes, considering how he's at fault for all of these injuries, but he can explain them away as helping the injured people cope.

Encouraging Kirk's body to restore the blood he's lost comes next, once things are closed back up. "And my cat plays fetch. You simply don't know how to train a cat right, clearly. It's a respect thing. You have to treat them right, something I can help you learn later. It's a skill that would come in useful when you're living with two cats. Now do me a favor and take a slow, deep breath in and out and let's see how that goes."

[universal_charm]

"It's not fair to gain up on a wounded man," he groaned, resisting the urge to throw a rude gesture at Anders for the hell of it - or maybe it was more like he simply didn't have the energy for it.

"Cats don't do respect, they tolerate," he countered Anders before doing as he asked. It ached in a distant sort of way, like a sore muscle after a workout, but wasn't outright painful. He wouldn't have trouble breathing, and he didn't feel the need to cough, nor did his breaths sound wet to his own ears.

"Good job. I think I'll leave," he huffed, reaching up to weakly pat at Anders. "But I think I might need a nap first." Damn, but fighting spirits or whatever the hell they were took it out of you.

[bookish_lioness]

So long as they keep talking and Kirk keeps responding, he should be all right at the end of this. That's the only thing that keeps Hermione focused on their strained conversation rather than on the way Kirk's body seems to be knitting itself beneath the influence of Anders' magic.

For what it's worth, though, Kirk seems to be doing better, or at least out of immediate danger. Looking up at Anders to make sure that she's right in surmising as much, she tells him, "I can keep badgering him about cats while he dozes off, if you think he can handle that much excitement." Which is to say, so long as Anders is sure that Kirk isn't about to die, he can go and take care of anyone else who might need help while Hermione lets Kirk get a few minutes' sleep while they all gather themselves up.

[justice_is_blond]

He looks up from his work to meet Hermione's gaze before frowning slightly. Anders moves one hand up so it's resting on top of Kirk's head as he tries to make sure sleep would be all right. After a moment the frown fades and he nods.

"Go ahead and do that. Get what water you can into him while he's awake, too." He takes his waterskin off and hands it over. "If his breathing changes at all, yell for me. Don't hesitate if you think it might have changed but aren't sure; I'd rather have a false alarm than put him at risk. And Kirk, continue laying here. The glyph's proper name is Paralysis Glyph. I think you can surmise what it does, but it won't be used as long as you rest."

[universal_charm]

He grunted hid assent that he did, looking towards Hermoine and giving her a little twist of a smile. "Don't worry, I've recovered from much worse than this. Without the healing powers of purring," he said, this one aimed more at Anders for a last little jab, because that was exactly wha this situation needed, right? That's what his brain said, but then again, he had lost quite a bit of blood, so what did his brain know?

[bookish_lioness]

Seeing the frown on Anders' face makes her worry, but that nod makes her breathe a small sigh of relief as she absently accepts the waterskin from him. "Don't overexert yourself," she whispers to him, deciding that she'll have to check in on Anders after the more immediate threats have died down.

Looking down at Kirk, she tries to gently slip a hand under him, meaning to carefully prop him up so he can have a drink. "Can you sit up? It's best to try and manage it now, before I end up being forced to cast a Full Body-Bind on you. I'm sure you can figure out what that does, too."

[justice_is_blond]

With a final glance between the two of them and a nod, Anders decides to leave them to it. Hermione has this in hand, and there are patients in more dire need than Kirk now.

He gets up somewhat stiffly and heads toward the next person.

[universal_charm]

"Did you figure out your magic?" Kirk asked Hermoine, because that's the first thing he can think of - that she was having trouble.

Even light headed as he is, he nods to her and begins to sit up slowly, waving her off.

"I'll be okay. Give me a few minutes and I can handle myself. Go help," he said, already feeling a bit more lucid though he was in need of some orange juice and a cookie. "I'll be okay," he smiled at her faintly, still pale, but did indeed look like he was recovering gamely enough.

[bookish_lioness]

"Don't worry about my magic right now," she murmured gently, shifting behind Kirk to brace him if he falters. Handing him the water, she kept her attention focused on him until she was able to surmise that he did indeed seem to be doing well enough. She still didn't observe the others around her, though. She felt bad enough for getting out of this virtually unscathed, comparatively speaking, so at least taking care of Kirk gives her something to focus on.

Hand on his back, she began breathing a little bit easier as she told him, "Anders and Adelaide can help the others more than I can at the moment. Let me help where I can."