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[dashing]

WHO: Herian & poor unfortunate souls.
WHAT: catch all for Guardian
WHEN: all month, mostly post cure
WHERE: various
NOTES: Magical mishaps & injuries, nothing else as present.
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COSIMA

[dashing]

She is, truthfully, a little worse for wear. Getting thrown against some stone by a flying stone will do that to you, even if she's thankful there were no witnesses. She's holding her hand against her side; at least she has furthered her primal magic enough to make better practical use of ice, even if her other efforts to push her magic forward are making considerably less progress than she'd like. Promising to meet Cosima with lunch meant actually attending Cosima's lab with lunch, and she was just grateful that the slab of rock struck before she'd collected the food, rather than after. It's not a lot, standard winter fare, but it is all vegetarian friendly, at least.

Herian steels herself for a moment, holds herself upright, and knocks on the door. No need to worry Cosima overmuch, when so much has happened, of late. The injuries all seem to be confined to her torso, helpfully covered by robes. "Delivery service for Niehaus?"

A distinctly less Starkhaven accent in her voice, a deliberate mangling of Cosima's surname, as she waits at the door. Listen, she's playful in very very small ways, to a very very limited audience.

JULIUS

[dashing]

A meeting with a fellow project leader; admittedly, this might be a little more daunting a prospect if she had not had to spend her first week or so with greater responsibility within the Inquisition trying to assist organising the guard roster. It wasn't an insurmountable hurdle, but it was something of an adjustment.

By the same token, of course, she's now been in her role over a week, and is only properly starting to come to terms with it now. It is a balancing act, making sure she pays adequate attention to this to carry out her duty to the very highest standard, and to her personal project, to make sure it is not neglected simply because it is not Inquisition sanctioned or involving the fate of the world entire.

The hour fast approaches for Enchanter Julius' visit, and Herian still finds herself scowling as she looks over paperwork, hands resting on the desk. What a welcoming sight she must make.

GARETH

[dashing]

It is late in the day. Late enough that, by this point, she has come to expect that she is reaching an hour when all will be well. There will be a few hours reprieve. Her ribs are suffering the aftermath of meeting with stone, and her magic has been drained away, and surely, at least for a time, that will be the end of it. She makes her way from the alienage to the docks, and spots a lean figure as she wanders down.

"Good evening, Serah. Do you wait for the boat to return to the Gallows?"