[Closed] I've got the magic in me

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Five billion mages.
WHAT: The mages Anders has invited mingle
WHEN: The tenth of Wintermarch
WHERE: A warehouse in the docks
NOTES: None atm.

The warehouse is set up pretty sparsely. Part of the warehouse is taken up by a table of food next to a table of drinks next to a table of plates and cups that don't match, near a lot of scattered chairs. A short space away is a deliberate oval of chairs because he, at least, is amused in making sure no circle shapes occur here. Finally, there's a table with a stack of scraps of parchment.

When everyone's gathered and is starting to mingle, Anders stands up and clears his throat.

"Thank you for coming." It takes work to look calm and confident. This feels so important to him and he doesn't want to make a mess of it. "Obviously the food and drink is self-explanatory," he says with a faint smile before gesturing at the oval, "As far as the rest, I figured we could have a small area set up for serious discussion, any heavy matters that people want to talk about, easily joined and left or ignored completely."

He jerks a thumb in the direction of the last table. "Finally, the parchment is for writing down anything you particularly want to teach or learn. Put your name on it, and people can page through them and be in contact. And I think that's enough from me."

Comments

[foundmyselfagain]

Gareth is, in fact, well aware of Colin being a mage. But being someone both habitually paranoid and used to keeping secrets, he's not going to just blabber about it. He might try to insist Colin is otherwise with a rather suspicious insistence, but he had the best of intentions.

He doesn't answer Anders right away. It's a complex question that raises complex emotions--it would be that way for anyone, but because this is Anders, that makes it even more complicated. It'd be easy to snip about how Anders had actively contributed to that bloodshed and suffering, all in the name of the greater good.

"No. And yes, I guess. Well--it's better than it was. But a punch in the face is better than getting stabbed. Doesn't make it more pleasant. Just less unpleasant." He shrugs, feeling fidgety and tense. "Funny. I killed more Templars than I can count to keep from getting stuck there again. And here I am."