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{OPEN} The Troubles with Magic

WHO: Samouel Gareth and OPEN
WHAT: The strange blue sickness is gone, and so is a certain Rifter. If things weren't bad enough, Sam is experiencing some bad magic
WHEN: Mid-Guardian
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: OOC notes. Injuries, depression, people get caught in magic gone wrong. Etc.

There is a long sigh of relief as the quarantine ends and a cure for the blue sickness is administered. Everyone can go home. He and Jim can go back home, and put this crazy experience behind them, get some much needed rest. Things go back to normal, or at least what has been considered 'normal' to this point.

Relief and contentment only last so long though.

{Disorientation and Blizzards: Home in Lowtown}
He was missing.

Sam was frantic since the moment he woke. Furs and blankets were tossed across the room, the mattress haphazardly leaning at an angle against the bed frame from which it had been shoved off. He seemed as if he knew where he was, but at the same time completely lost.

Kirk was missing.

And Sam... recognized their room, but seemed completely lost. It was after a few more minutes of frantic searching - mostly turning in a circle - before his senses seemed to catch up to him, his eyes less frenzied, more focused. His breath caught as he finally saw the state his bedroom was now in. His body lost it's previous energy from moments before, back finding a wall and slowly sinking to the floor.

That's right, his room, not their room.

Jim had simply disappeared. Sam had only momentarily looked away from his lover, heard his name being said, but when he had turned back, Kirk was gone. Logically, maybe because of the shard or maybe the cure for the sickness, Jim had been sent back home. Course there was relief that he had went home, but at the same time it was a heavy and sharp pain to his heart.

That happened days ago, however, with Sam having mostly secluded himself in the bedroom since. As much it hurt, it didn't make sense why he had become so disorientated and had forgotten how Jim was suddenly not here. Maybe he just needed to get out of the bedroom? To just not be here at this time?

Eyes still red and puffy, with some dark circles, Sam slowly made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. At reaching the bottom step he shivers, a wave of cold suddenly hitting him. He blinks at that, eyes turning towards the fireplace to see that the hearth was alight. That didn't make sense- Then there is a knock at the door. Even though he isn't really feeling up for visitors he still goes to open it.

Before he can reach the door though, Sam makes a noise as suddenly the entirety of his home is swept up in a blizzard, knocking things off the walls and counters, and everything becoming covered in a sheet of snow and frost. It lasts for several long seconds, biting at exposed skin, and it ends just as quickly as it starts, leaving the mage rather startled and extremely cold.

{Stonefists at the Infirmary}
It perhaps a week after the blizzard incident that Sam finally decides to get back to work. He's not seeing as many patients as before, taking the much milder cases at the moment, deciding he needs something to focus on. And mostly to get out of the house.

"Be with you in a second," he says, back turned to the tent flap as he finishes organizing his supplies when he hears someone at the opening. He's just about done, starting to say something else when a large stone appears somewhere over the cot before rocketing right into the mage. It hits him squarely in the side and with enough force that it sends him flying into the side of the tent, which in turn tears the cloth from its poles, making everything crumble down to the ground in a heap.

Sam makes a noise, more of a wheeze, from somewhere under the cloth, making no signs of getting up.

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Other spells Sam is experiencing are Paralyze, Mind Blast (AOE), Fireball (AOE), Chain Lightning (AOE), Earthquake (AOE), and Entropic Cloud (AOE). Feel free to start with one yourself, or hit me up via PM, or plurk (

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Cyril doesn't speak either. He will eventually process all of the things going on that are upsetting, but right now all that matters is that Sam is distressed. All he wants is to protect his lover.

He goes closer and moves closer to touch Sam, wanting to press closer and comfort and warm him up. He would have grabbed a blanket, if they weren't all covered in snow.

To his freezing skin, Cyril's touch comes as somewhat of a shock due to the temperature difference, but it is very much welcomed. It gets the mage moving again, at least enough to bring his hands up to try and warm his arms, but not really managing very well.

He's already been having a rough week, but this just adds a whole new layer to things. His frustration shows; brows furrowing as if trying to hold back tears. Mind you he really doesn't need to try since he's too cold to manage a tear at the moment.

"I'm going to find something for you to wear. I'll be right back," Cyril promises. He only pulls away to find a robe or a cloak that he can put over Sam, and then he's right back. He doesn't just wrap the garment around Sam, but moves close to him and wrap it around them both. That way, he can share his body heat with Sam.

He looks up at the human while they are pressed close together. "Can you move? We should get away from this snow..."

It's only when Cyril covers him and leans up close that Sam actually realizes how violently he was shaking. Yes, getting out of the snow would be a good idea. Problem was mustering enough strength to actually do that, the cold seemingly having stripped him of it.

"M-maybe-e. Can'tt re-eally feeel my legs."

Once the shock starts to ebb away from his mind and body, Sam eventually starts to think a bit more clearly, using his magic to heat his hands so that he could start warming himself. Not feeling so much like an icicle, Sam allows Cyril to slowly move him out of the hazard area.

Cyril's room is a room in the house that was spared the worst of the storm - which is probably a good thing considering the delicate items he has in it. It helps that he keeps his door closed. He takes Sam across the hall to his room and settles him on the bed.

He wraps the blanket around him, making sure to cover his legs, and then strips off the tunic he was sleeping in to crawl in next to Sam. Skin on skin contact is always best to warm someone up.

"What happened?" he asks, once he knows for sure Sam is settled in a place where he will feel warmer.

Skin on skin contact was the best way to warm someone up, but sitting in damp pants wouldn't help. If Sam was in his right mind at the moment he would have known to have removed those, even at most it was for just sparing the bed from getting wet. Since he is not, he just sits there dumbly, huddling against Cyril the best he could to soak up the heat he was giving.

"Jim disappeared," he says softly. That isn't what he is asking probably, but it seems like the logic, in his mind, place to start.

Cyril starts then, stunned. When Iskandar had disappeared, a part of Cyril's mind had thought that it was possible for the same thing to happen to Jim, but he had wanted to put those thoughts away. Now, though, for a moment all he can do is stare.

"Sam..." he says after a moment. "I... I'm so sorry."

Sam likewise knew it could happen considering Iskandar had left in a similar way. Honestly, from knowing what he had from the future he had even hoped Jim would return to his home before five years had come and gone; he would prefer him returning and living rather then staying and slowly dying. Even so, it didn't take away the hurt that he was experiencing right now. Mostly because it felt like he hadn't had the time to prepare, it came after the coat-tails of that blue sickness.

Once more he looks like he's at the brink of tears now that he's finally had to acknowledge that fact openly. "I thought I was prepared, but... I didn't even get to say anything. We only just got home after all... that."

Cyril isn't sure what he can do or say to respond, so instead he stays close to Sam and strokes him lightly were he can reach - his face, his arms, his chest. He's quiet for a long while letting Sam feel whatever he wants to.

"We should get your pants off," he says, a little lamely and quietly. He knows that it's not the best thing to say but he means because they are wet and cold and he can feel them with his body pressed so closely to Sam.

"And then we can... I don't know. Make tea? Scream at the world? Stay like this and comfort each other? What do you want to do? I'm here for you." And unlike the Rifters they've lost, he isn't going to disappear back through the Fade.

Just being there was honestly the best thing Cyril could do, staying there at his side. And as poorly timed the comment about his pants was, it was probably for the best that it was addressed sooner then later. Sam nods in response just as lamely and quietly about it, but even though he agrees he wasn't making an effort to actually do it, not really having the energy.

"Think I'd... like to just stay here for a bit." Honestly that's all he thinks he can manage at the moment. It wasn't just Jim weighing down on him... "Where did that blizzard come from?"

Cyril nods at the request and moves to strip Sam completely. He pauses briefly, though, when Sam asks about the blizzard.

"I thought... you did it? Maybe an emotional spell when you realized that he was gone?" He doesn't seem upset by it, even though they are going to have to clean up some things. He chalks that up to being with a mage, even if Sam had never lost control like that before. He had also never had to deal with Jim suddenly disappearing. "The spell seemed to come from your room."

He continues to pull off the wet clothes after that, and adjusts the blanket so that they can be warm and cuddled up against each other.

Sam frowns deeply at that, both at how inept he feels at the moment, needing Cyril to remove his clothes - which wasn't too unusual but generally that was for different purposes - and hearing that Cyril thought it was his own magic. Logically it made sense and he doesn't blame that's what he thought, but right now he was very emotional. Both about the blizzard and about Jim - he was just too drained to really show it.

"I only know simple primal spells," he grumps. "I didn't learn to anything that big." Not that he couldn't learn, but his focus was in different schools of magic.

Cyril frowns at the idea. He reaches up and strokes the side of Sam's face, mostly just to comfort him. "Sometimes people are capable of things they never thought possible when their emotions are wrecking havoc on them."

He knows Cyril is trying, but that really wasn't helping comfort him. The frown stays, but he doesn't pull away either. "It doesn't work like that, Cyril. I might be able to cast a more powerful version of a spell I know, but I can't just cast something I've never trained to do. Least of all a perfectly conjured one at that." A short pause. "If anything that should have happened days ago when I felt it the most, not when I'm emotionally drained."

Cyril presses his lips together and nods. He has to admit that he isn't very knowledgeable with magic. They need a mage who can understand what is going on.

"What could cause it then?" he asks, trying to understand.

Sam is quiet for a time after Cyril asks that question, debating with himself quietly on just that. "I can only fathom that someone actually cast it on me... but I don't know who."

Cyril seems concerned at that. "Oh! I should probably check the house!" Because if someone cast that spell, they might have to be near, wouldn't they? He doesn't want to have an intruder in the house while they just cuddle under his covers.

"Are you going to be okay alone for a moment?"

Honestly, he doesn't think anyone is in the house, the doors have been locked and Jaylah hadn't made a fuss, and there was only the one entrance which he only saw Cyril go through. Then again he's been mostly locked in his room for the past couple days... And why would anyone target him?

Sam doesn't say anything though, nodding his head to indicate that he'll be alright alone. It was probably better just to check anyways.

Cyril double checks everything and also surveys how much snow and water they'll have to clean out, but he doesn't want to take too long away from Sam. He makes sure all of the doors and windows are closed and locked and finally comes back to his room.

"I think we're safe now," he says, though he still seems worried about the idea that someone attacked Sam. He goes to the bed to look him over. "How are you feeling?"

"Cold," he says honestly, hurdling up further into the blankets. "And uneasy." Not too surprising really. He had an unknown assailant and he was off kilter with Jim having disappeared. There's a pause as Sam seems to gather his thoughts. "How bad does the house look?" After having a blizzard go through it that is.

"We are going to have some water to clean out, of basically everywhere. And I think there might be some books and papers that are ruined..." Cyril replied as he climbed back into the bed to share his body warmth with Sam.

"But we don't have to worry about that right now. We need to get you warmed up."

Sam makes a face at that, clearly worried and worrying about it right now - more so because of his mental state with all the things that have gone on - but the face is just about all Sam does. He wasn't capable of getting up and doing something about it, and he didn't feel like doing much either.

With a heavy sigh he instead just nods his head and manages to move his arm enough so Cyril can sit against him better.

Cyril presses against Sam gently and carefully, wanting to share as much of his body heat that he can. He reaches up and strokes Sam's hair and tries to just be there for him for a while.

Having Cyril there did help in some way but it didn't make things better; Kirk was still gone and they still didn't know where the blizzard had come from.

"... Could you sleep here tonight?"

"Of course," Cyril replied quietly. "For as long as you need."

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