[Semi-closed] A tisket, a tasket

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Teren, Kit, Julius, Thranduil, Fern, possibly others
WHAT: Various starters for the month
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHERE: All over Kirkwall
NOTES: Wanna plot something with Anders? Poke me on plurk!

[Cheerful dooting.]

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[ragweed]

As if sensing some of Anders' thoughts, Kit steps forward to stand beside him, watching him in profile. "It's done," he reminds him quietly, and turns a harsh glare on the one pleading for mercy just to reinforce that yes, this is done, and they should all be glad they walked away from this with their lives.

"Go on," he barks at him, lifting his axe threateningly, and that is enough to send the last able-bodied man scrambling desperately away from the scene. The injured men below them cower now that they have been bested; Kit regards them all with something like pity, grimacing. Poor idiots.

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"I know," he says quietly. Justice wouldn't have let the man pass, but he's no longer possessed. Instead, Mercy is pressing close, waiting for him to make another decision that he doesn't want to make.

With a heavy, aggravated sigh, Anders puts his staff back in the holster on his back and kneels at the closest man writing in agony, hands glowing green. They may have wanted to kill him, but leaving someone this injured down here will spell their death in return. He is no longer Vengeance. He is Anders, and while he is also quite angry, he is here to heal.

"Fucking assholes," he mutters as he works. All three injured men are looking at him in various stages of surprise which is the very first thing he can't fault them for. "Stab them if they try to stab me while I do this?"

[ragweed]

The wounded men exchange worried looks at Anders' directive to Kit, and turn their wide eyes on the dwarf who now looms ominously behind Anders with his thick arms folded over his chest. If they're expecting to find an ally in Kit, they're looking at the wrong dwarf.

Kit raises his eyebrows. "You heard 'im," he says. "Don't give me a reason."

Wisely, they do not.

Once the healer's work is done and the men have made themselves scarce, Kit allows himself a weary exhale and chafes a hand against his bald head. "Sodding Paragons," he grouses, "let's not do that again."

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He grunts in agreement, taking a breath before he gets back up to his feet.

"Thank you." His voice is quiet, eyes downcast. He'd needed someone to save him yet again. "I'm sorry. I appreciate the backup, but I'm sorry you got caught in it. Can I buy you a drink? Pay you back a little?"

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Kit dusts some dirt off his armour and manages a grim little laugh. "No need to apologize, salroka--I'm just glad I got here in time to help. I'll take that drink though," he adds, smiling. "I'm plum out of coin for buying my own."

[justice_is_blond]

He can hear the smile in Kit's voice and it has him looking over at the Dwarf and giving him a faint smile back. There are times he forgets that some people are friendly and nice and don't hold it against him.

"Hanged Man, or do you have another preference?" He dusts off his own robes and turns toward the exit of Darktown; there may be chores left undone today but he's done down here for now.

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"Hanged Man is good enough for me," Kit replies; he doesn't sound cheerful, exactly, but he's the kind of guy who learned early on how to bounce back from a fight. It was a requirement for survival, both in Dust Town and the Deep Roads.

When Anders turns to leave, Kit falls into step beside him, equally glad to put this place behind them.