and you understand black implies white

[foundmyselfagain]

WHO: Gareth and a bunch of people, and also YOU??
WHAT: Meeting new people and making friends (with varying degrees of success)
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: If you'd like your own prompt, just let me know!

[Anders]

When Gareth enters the infirmary, he's visibly nervous. His eyes dart around, take in anyone lying around in the cots, and he relaxes by a hair when he's gotten a good inventory of who's here. The Templars aren't always in uniform, Kostos had said, but if they're in here, they're too busy being sick or injured to worry about him.

"Hello?" For a moment, he thinks about making a joke, Hello, yes, I cut my hand off after all, can I get a baggie for it?, but apparently no one here appreciates his cutting wit. And he doesn't want to piss off the healers, when he needs something from them. "I haven't cut off my hands, for the record."

Close enough.

[Myr + Fern]

Gareth isn't dumb enough to try experimental magic on the actual garden proper, not when so many people have put so much work into it. So he finds a patch of earth that hasn't anything but some grass and weeds, and asks Fern and Myr to meet him there. A few stomps on the ground confirms that it's hard and compacted, like most ground this time of year.

"So, what I was thinking--Stonefist is a spell that gathers a bunch of rocks and sort of...shoots them up through the ground at your target." He demonstrates with his hands as he speaks, expression contemplative. "Usually, you just kind of...shove the rocks back down when you're done with them. But I was thinking, I can probably alter the spell so the rocks just land on the topsoil. That should remove any rocks from the ground, and break up the earth enough for planting."

He glances at the two of them, looking excitedly eager. How long had it been since he'd had a chance to do this? Experiment with magic just for the sheer wonder of it, just to see if it could be done.

[Thranduil]

Ah, the fancy offices, for the fancy people. He remembers these. They're a little less daunting this time around, though he's still wary as he approaches Thranduil's office. The new boss is either a rifter or a Dalish, apparently, and either way, Gareth is as curious as he is cautious. Arriving at the door, he gives the door frame a quick knock, staying outside until invited in.

"Hello--Ah. I'm Gareth, Ser." He bobs his head polite. "I've just joined the research division, and I thought it'd be good to meet you, if you'd like." Look at him, all polite and accommodating. This isn't so hard.

[Open]

Plenty has changed since the last time Gareth was here, and he takes his time trying to get reacquainted with the Gallows. He wanders the library, examining the titles and thumbing through books that look interesting. In the practice yard, he doesn't actually participate, but sits off to the side and studies everyone practicing. He's careful never to stare too long at one person, and has a bag of dried fruit that he digs into whenever anyone bothers to look over at him.

And sometimes, he just hangs out in the courtyard with a book, enjoying the sunlight while it's here.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

He nods as the offer for spirit healing is turned down even as the salve for newer wounds is taken. From a non-mage it wouldn't be entirely new or surprising, but from a mage? It brings questions to his mind that he can ponder over later.

"You didn't swing and you didn't call names. You're better than a good three-fourths of this place." And he can't exactly be choosy, he reflects as he glances away. Alistair had been rather clear when reminding him of that. It still stings sometimes. "If something does happen and you change your mind about being healed, I'm easy to reach."

There's a hesitation in the air, like Gareth might want to be gone or might have questions he doesn't want to ask, so Anders leaves the verbal opening to allow the other mage to go if he'd like. "Or if anything else comes up."

[foundmyselfagain]

"Yeah, well. What'd you expect from a place with this many Templars and Loyalists?" Not that Gareth can really talk, because here he is, also in a place with this many Templars and Loyalists. Though, at least he can pretend to be someone they don't want to kill off.

And then...he waits, but Anders doesn't indicate that he needs to do anything else. The salves are just...his. Nice. He relaxes a little at that, and gives another nod.

"I'll let you know. Thank you." And with that, he turns and heads off. He's got things to think over.