faderift | [Open] Phylactery Phun

WHO: Anders and open
WHAT: A lot of magic hitting
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Gallows/Darktown
Content warnings: Does a nathanders thread count...

Healing, open

He's tired. He's tried sleeping in, but that doesn't work very well when the full effect of the captured phylacteries is on display. There's grim determination pushing him forward now as he and Mercy do what they can to keep up. He's moved office away from the main infirmary, though, just in case, and is now in a spare room, set up sparsely.

Mana Clash, open, happening a couple of times

Since the first report of attacks on mages, he's steered clear of people as much as he can, but that's not the easiest in a fortress.

One mana clash hits him in the kitchens, trying to get food while not endangering the mess hall, dropping him to his knees in pain and a mess of shattered plate with peas bouncing everywhere, radiating its mana draining effects all around. Another gets him in his makeshift healing room, as he's trying to mix elfroot potions, making for a slippery disaster. The third catches him as he's getting out of the baths and he cracks his head on the side, mixing blood in the water.

Paralysis, open

It's bizarre. One minute he's cutting herbs, and the next he's stopped, unable to move or do anything except feel panic well up.

For Nate

"Howe, is that feeling?" He's tired, but a large part of his stress has been dealt with and it's nice to tend to his husband. Even if he'll never be able to get rid of the arthritis in Nate's chest for good.

For Vandelin

He's tense when Van comes into his research room, but the elf isn't the source of it. In fact, a little bit of the tension eases and he waves the elf over.

"If this mess doesn't convince people on the fence that what's done to us is unaccepta--"

He doesn't get a chance to finish as the spell hits and spills outward, pain, sudden exhaustion, and paralysis all at once.

For Teren

He knows her fears. For that reason he's steered clear of Teren as best as possible, above and beyond how much he's trying to avoid most.

He needs tea though, needs it badly, so he risks a run to the kitchen... and nearly walks into her.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quick."

[Feel free to wildcard me with any of paralysis, mana drain, or mana clash! Poke me if you'd like something else.]

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"Remind me to teach all of the wardens basic field medicine... sometime." If he ever has downtime. The half-joke is about all he can manage at the moment.

"I don't think anything serious is done, but I can't even tell you yet." Maker. He's their spirit healer and about all he can do is decide this floor is superior to Darktown's and the kitchens, but not as nice as the warden office floor.

And be a burden on one of the people who he looks up to. He can do that too.

Everyone is a burden, at some point or another. Loghain would remind him of that, if he were capable of reading minds.

"We'll add it to the agenda," he mutters wryly.

His own towel is nearby, and hadn't seen any use since Loghain hadn't had the chance to even get in the water. Getting up again, he crosses over to the bench to fetch it, then comes back to Anders and offers it out to him. "For your," and he clears his throat. You know. Your modesty.

"Oh. Yes. Thank you. " The Circle had driven most modesty instincts out of him, but Loghain absolutely never had to bathe with Templars watching. "Sorry. Circle baths were never a place for privacy."

He sits up with a grunt before taking the towel and draping it over himself one - handedly, other hand still holding his to his head.

"Permission to hunt down and murder these assholes as soon as we've a lead?" He tries to make it sound like a joke, but there's no joke to it. They've chosen to torture mages, likely with no idea as to any of the mages' identities. They need to die.

"Granted," Loghain replies with the barest of smirks, then adds almost curtly later, "I'll field any complaints Alistair may have." He doubts he'll encounter much resistance from Nathaniel, all things considered.

"Let me help you up," he volunteers. "Should I get you to the infirmary?"

Loghain's permission is a welcome relief in this situation. Warden leadership, or at least 2/3rds of it, will accept him getting vengeance. The hard part is finding culprits. Or surviving long enough to do so.

"My rooms, please. It doesn't feel like serious damage was done, and the infirmary is overtaxed as it is. I can't add to that. My magic should return in an hour or two and I can fix this then."

He holds out an arm for Loghain to take, ready to help help himself.

Loghain does take his arm and is careful to put it around his shoulders. "If you're certain," he says in a tone of voice that very much suggests that he himself is not, but he complies. Whether they receive any odd looks as they make their way through the Gallows back towards Anders' rooms is immaterial, and likely a scowl or two from Loghain's weathered face will be enough to get the rubbernecking parties to mind their own damn business.

Once they arrive, he looks Anders' way. "Is Nate in, or will you have a key?" Be a pity for them to have come all this way only to be locked out.

He does his best to not be a dead weight against Loghain, but Anders doesn't have a whole lot of strength or energy right now and most of it is being used to put one foot in front of the other and not flip off people staring. Which means the question takes a moment to process before Anders is nodding and reaching into a a belt pouch, producing the key.

"Different hours sometimes, so different keys." In other words, he has a habit of getting up too early, though at least he's not so bad on the getting home horribly late thing. Or not as bad as he was.

The door swings open and there's an inquisitive mew from the kitten on the table he's not supposed to be sitting on.

"Thank you," Anders says quietly. "I'm not sure I would have made it up here on my own."

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