Collect the full set of mages having a bad month (semi-open)

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WHO: Julius and assorted
WHAT: Julius is really sick of these phylactery shenanigans
WHEN: Catch-all for Guardian
WHERE: Various points around Kirkwall
NOTES: Starters below, but if you want to do something, feel free to DM or hit me up on Plurk/Discord. Discussion of burns and other fairly light injuries, to be updated if anything worse happens.

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For Anders

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Julius has been, for the most part, relatively lucky so far (to the extent anyone affected by the phylactery thief can be lucky). As with the earliest days of the problem, he most often gets hit with a bout of paralysis, or occasionally the brief inability to cast. Unnerving, certainly, but not damaging.

The fire was something else again. He'd been able to dispel it before it caught anything else in his lab, but the accompanying fear meant it had taken long enough he had a few serious burns (and his robes were in sorry shape). After gingerly changing clothes, he's made his way to the infirmary; his healing skills are moderate at best, and he knows that burns are nothing to take risks with.

He's masking how much pain he's in, trying not to draw attention on the walk over, but it's taking some effort.

For Myr

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Julius gave Myr a bit of space to rest after the cure had been announced. Everyone had pushed themselves, arguably too much, and they deserved a break.

That said, Myr has a mind for research, and given that it's been confirmed the problem is not confined to mages who'd been at Kinloch Hold, Julius is ready to admit he could use some help. Given that remotely severing the connection between a mage and their phylactery is, if not impossible, something that no one would write about, Julius' best hope is a method for finding the culprit. But he's also willing to admit that perhaps he's overlooking something. He's still tired, and not at his best.

(And, perhaps less pressingly, Julius wouldn't mind seeing someone he considers a friend these days, though that wouldn't seem enough of a reason on its own.)

For Adalia

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Julius spends a lot of time in the library, for all he has his own workspace now as a project leader. It simply seems more practical to take notes where the information is, especially if he finds he needs to cross-reference something.

He's sitting quietly at a table, copying some text, when suddenly he's thrown backward, knocking the chair over. He comes to what sounds like a rough stop against a nearby shelf. (Luckily the shelf is sturdy enough not to budge at a rather tall mage being thrown into it without warning, though he does displace a book or two.) "Maker take it," Julius swears, in a voice that is almost certainly too loud for a library.

For Fern

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Julius doesn't actually need anything in the garden except fresh air. The quarantine has been lifted and he knows he can come and go as he pleases, but he still feels caught in a way that he dislikes. He rationally knows it doesn't have much to do with outdoor versus indoor, but he doesn't care. The sun makes him feel marginally better.

It's been a few days since he was hit by a spell, and he can't help the feeling that he's overdue. He hates that he's even so resigned to it, but an effective method to block the effect didn't seem to be forthcoming.

All in all, his expression doesn't match "relaxed walk in the garden." He's more grimly walking in the sunshine as if to defiantly tell the universe I'm relaxing now, just look at how hard I can relax.

For Petrana

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He's not entirely sure whether Petrana wants to see him, after her illness. For one thing, she'd probably said more than she meant him to know about her past when she was in its first flush and he'd gone to check in on her. For another, she probably wouldn't be thrilled with the prospect of her room going up in flames if he happened to be the victim of a rouge fireball that day.

But eventually, his desire to assure himself she was recovering wins out over these potential objections. She was a woman who knew her own mind; if she wished to politely and summarily dismiss him, he had no doubts she was more than capable of doing just that.

He thinks about coming up with some sort of alternate pretext, but decides against it. Instead, he's simply approaching with the honest motive of seeing how she is, and leaving the length of his visit up to her.