[Open] Irregular Mages Ahoy

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders and Thor and You!
WHAT: Various adventures and misadventures
WHEN: Early to mid Bloomingtide
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Gonna put up some basic openings here first for either, then specific headers. Hit me up on plurk (Nadat) or Discord (Nadat#4647) if you'd like something for your dude!

Anders 1. The Clinic

There's a pause in the regular flow of traffic, enough that Anders is free to clean some of the slates leftover from an earlier class and straighten chairs and tables, moving steadily through the Clinic and greeting people by name or nod.

Anders 2. The Gallows Herb Garden

He's not alone as he tends to the plants and gathers a few sprigs of what the Infirmary's short on. Sprawled out in the sun, belly-up, is a tuxedo cat that's half-watching everything. A bit more active is a large orange fluff of a cat that's sneaking gathered herbs out of Anders' basket and piling them off to the side whenever Anders isn't looking.

Anders 3. Infirmary

He's here as usual, healing, providing potions and medical advice. Anyone dropping by gets seen to quickly, regardless of how he might feel about them. Any Rifters, though, get an additional question.

"Does your world have equality? Or some semblance of it?"

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Thor 1. Tavern

Half the taverns in Kirkwall are closed to him, Tevinter, past conflicts, all that, but that just means that he's all the more happy this one is welcoming. Thor is loud and large and in a very good mood as he drinks his ale and chats with anyone who looks like they might tolerate a conversation.

In fact, if someone, some human or dwarf, is sitting alone, Thor will come over to their table, plop down, and order them a drink on him.

Thor 2. Lowtown

"It can't cost that much," Thor says to the shopkeeper, eyes a little narrow. He has a feeling the guy is trying to rob him... but Thor hasn't spent a lot of time handling day-to-day funds and expenses before. It's all been estate stuff that he signs off on. Haggling for a rather nice-looking cloak is a new challenge, and he finds himself glancing around to see if anyone will help weigh in on the topic.

Thor 3. Gallows

Evening is falling as Thor takes a guard post by the Gallows docks, leaning against a handy bit of wall and actively watching the people coming and going.

"Nearly curfew," he calls out to what looks like a Rifter considering getting on the boat. There's no heat to his voice. In fact, it sounds a little curious. He's wondering how the Rifters are taking the recent news and if it's chafing just yet.

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[Feel free to make your own prompt for Anders or Thor too if you'd like.]

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Nari

[justice_is_blond]

He finds her in the garden after many days of putting it off. It's hard to talk about his past, it's hard to risk losing another friend, but she'd asked and delaying does no good to either of them.

"Is now a good time?" he asks as he approaches, figuring she's heard him coming. "I thought we might have the talk that... that we discussed previously."

[nadasharillen]

Nari, who is doing the safely non-plant based job of cutting new stakes for Fern and the other gardeners to tie creeping vines to, looks up as Anders approaches. She offers him the bright but questioning smile of someone who's pleased to be visited but not entirely sure what they're talking about, obviously searching through the previous discussions they'd had in her mind.

After a few moments she sits up straighter, a spark of understanding in her eyes.

"Oh! You mean on the trip back from the Sunless Lands?" she asks, setting aside the work.

[justice_is_blond]

He's trying to search for other vague ways to allude to it that wouldn't clue in others in the garden when it hits her, and his expression turns a little relieved. Not entirely, there's still the topic at hand, but at least he doesn't have to open himself to commentary from others right at this moment.

"Yes, exactly." Anders glances around before tilting his head. "There's tea in my research room, if that would work for you? I've a couple of stools and it's currently clean and safe." As in there's nothing Blight-contaminated being taken apart at the moment.

Vandelin

[justice_is_blond]

There's been an upswell of emotions, and they're... not all positive. There's also been a distinct absence of a certain elf around the place, as far as Anders has seen, which spurs him over to Vandelin's rooms to knock on the door.

"Van? Are you in there?"

[misdirection_hex]

Vandelin is nothing if not good at secluding himself and stubbornly waiting out anyone he doesn't want to talk to, and if that means he needs to waste away in self-imposed imprisonment rather than interact with another rifter ever again, then he's going to do exactly that.

(Until he needs to go procure cat food, anyway. Starving himself is one thing, but he'd never impose such a fate on poor loyal Embrium.)

It is best, of course, that he be talked out of this, but there are approximately three people in Kirkwall who could possibly manage it. Fortunately, Anders is one of them. There is a lengthy pause, and finally an answer.

"For the foreseeable future." He sounds deceptively cheerful enough.

Kostos

[justice_is_blond]

The sun is just barely coming up when he knocks lightly on Kostos' door. His bags are packed, and he has an extra two large bundles for their horses.

"Kostos? Ready to set out?" Maybe he should have established a time to hit the road first. Probably he should have. But hindsight is basically worthless when he's already knocking and talking at the door.

[exequy]

He isn't asleep. So that's something.

But he isn't fully awake, either, having returned to his room no more than four hours ago, and being awake now only because Talas wakes with the dawn and has perched on his chest and is attempting to groom his stubble. He's doing his best to fall back asleep when there's the knock, and the words. It is only the fact that Talas startles easily that stops Kostos from raising his voice to tell Anders to go away. (Gareth is also asleep in one of the other beds, but that wouldn't stop him.)

So it takes a minute for him to open the door, halfway, and squint out of it, also halfway asleep and halfway dressed. There's a bite mark on his shoulder. The good kind. You know.

He says, "What?"

Petrana

[justice_is_blond]

He brings tea. A change in position doesn't mean that tea should end. The opposite, really, it means that tea is needed more than ever, when she's up for it. Anders drops by where Petrana stays now, managing a sort of knock on her door with the toe of his boot since his hands are full.

"Tea service?" he calls, sounding amused with himself.

[ipseite]

The room she opens to welcome him into is a comfortable space, now—still not entirely unpacked, and the enormous desk that had so dominated her office is slightly out of place put directly beside her bathtub and its screen (but Melys had been determined—), but he will see in it the personal touches he'd helped her choose, and she's making the best of her changed circumstance.

(Where did all of these belongings come from? How much she accumulates, in a year.)

“Anders,” she greets him, warmly, rising on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek and to offer her hands that she might unburden him of some of all that. “Come—sit.”

Loki

[thorndergod]

He stares at his brother when he drags himself home, torn between worry and anger.

"What happened?" Who hurt Loki? Why? Does Thor have to go beat someone up, or did Loki pick the fight? ...Though it's not like Loki picking the fight would really weaken Thor's protective feelings for his little brother. If attempts by Loki to kill him didn't, nothing would.

"Come in, sit down, let me see if I can help."

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki, chagrinned and bitter, and still rubbing a hand over the side of his face, is torn between confronting and yelling his brother and simply scuttling away. He settles on the latter, it seems better given how uncertain his is about his own healing skills in relation to his face, and waves Thor off with one hand as he heads toward the stairs. His hand doesn't actually uncover the segment of his face that he'd been forced to re-close.

"No, no, I'm fine. It's fine."

The fact that Loki's clothing is stained, neck down to his waist with red is something of a statement to how not fine he was.

Anders 3 - Infirmary

[aenseidhe]

Iorveth's come for the sake of potions and herbs, knowing the infirmary tends to keep quality ones, and he's fairly insistent on giving well earned coin in exchange for them, after hearing so many site the Inquisition's hospitality as a reason Rifters ought to submit to their blood being taken for phylacteries. He'll take nothing from these people out of proposed kindness anymore.

The question he's asked while making the exchange pulls a loud, sharp laugh from him. Hilarious, Anders.

"Not even nearly."

[justice_is_blond]

He probably should have guessed, considering what he's heard from this elf in particular. Anders shakes his head, handing over the herbs.

"I know a few have found it. I'm hoping to ask questions of them and see if there are lessons to be learned, but sometimes it seems futile." He exhales. "I'm Anders, by the way. We've spoken briefly, but we've not exchanged names. I... was actually hoping to see you in person, after you spoke on the crystals."

Thor 3 - Gallows

[aenseidhe]

Not only is it a Rifter he's calling out to, but an elf. One that's pretty clearly a Rifter, because he's an elf that's 6'3", and no native elf gets that tall, or walks around as heavily armed as he is - two curved swords rested on either hip, a dagger strapped to his chest, a longer one on his belt, a quiver of arrows and bow that's a large, complicated, ornate looking thing. He's left the chainmail at Thranduil's for then time being, and more of the layers of clothing, but the weapons will always be on his person if he can help it.

Hearing the man call out, Iorveth hadn't actually been considering getting on the boat, was more just wondering with his thoughts, looking down into the water below to look for fish swimming around the pier, maybe for herbs he'd hear grew on the sea bed. But then some bitch reminds him of the curfew imposed on him, something that would've been enough for him to put an arrow between his eyes, were this his own home. Here, especially after all the talk of phylacteries, isn't mostly just obnoxious. Especially from this gold plated fucker. W e l p.

"Thank you, mother, hadn't realized it was so close to my bedtime." He calls out from the edge of the dock his stepping closer and closer towards. "What are you planning to do should I decide to skip it tonight?"

[thorndergod]

He eyes the elf, amused and showing it openly as he shrugs his large shoulders. This is another of the Galadriel sort, it seems... though her countrymen don't seem to go around quite this armed and bristling. Maybe not exactly her sort after all.

"Do you want me to have plans?" he calls back. The South is trying to impose new restrictions, and to Thor this has all sorts of potential. He's no political mastermind, but this is obviously going to be a point of contention, and if the Southern Chantry explodes over it that's a win for Tevinter. "I am supposed to stop you, but if you insist on climbing into the boat the guards on the other side can push you back in. Your regard or disregard for your own safety is your choice."

The Inquisition is needed to defeat Corypheus. He believes that absolutely. But after? It becoming a mess is promising.

Cyril

[justice_is_blond]

Normally he travels light when he's walking through Kirkwall. It's practical if he's suddenly being chased, and also there's rarely a need to carry a lot. This time, though, he's wearing a heavy backpack that's filled with books and paper and ink, and topped by a cat that was desperate to accompany him.

He reaches Cyril (and Sam's) house and knocks at the door, hoping he doesn't look too much out of place.

[samahl]

Cyril answers and smiles when he sees Anders. "Welcome," he says as he steps aside to let him in. "I put on some tea to help clear our heads while we worked."

Thor, 2

[summerfae]

Resa has no idea how much things are supposed to cost here. Even if she hadn't just recently fallen out of a hole in the sky, minor things like economics hadn't been her strong suit--not when taking things was a great deal easier. But what she does know is that this guy is 1) very cute and 2) in need of her help. So when he catches her eye, she barely stops to think about whether he's right or wrong.

What she does do is slide up to them, a charming smile on her face as she takes a few moments to appear to look closely over the cloak in question. Then she glances up at the shopkeeper, flashing a dazzling smile to him. "I think he's right, surely you could go down in price just a little bit? After all, if you keep the customer happy, he'll come back more often, and spend money here more often. It just makes sense, doesn't it?"

It's not the best argument that's ever been given for getting a discount, but the shopkeeper seems unable to argue with it, nevertheless. Slowly, he nods, and mutters his agreement, which makes Resa flash that dazzling grin at Thor in turn. "And there you go!" Amazing, what a little application of magical charm can do.

[thorndergod]

She is tiny. And adorable. Thor beams down at helpful woman as she successfully helps him get what he feels is a far better price. The shopkeeper's lack of satisfaction confirms it for him, and as soon as he's got the cloak in his possession Thor is holding out a hand.

"Thank you!" It had felt like magic was involved, but he had neither seen anything nor could he identify what had been used, which adds another point in her favor. "I am Thor of House Asgard. Will you join me for lunch? I would like to repay you for your assistance."

And find out more about the tiny possible mage. The hair probably means she's a Rifter, but he's found some of them to be good company. Writing them off as demons is far too easy... and far too Southern.

Hanzo

[thorndergod]

He's strolling through the Gallows, heading in to find if something's needed of him, when he catches sight of the other man and pauses. There's something familiar there, though it's a distant sort of familiar. Thor steps off to the side and watches the man for several moments before it hits him. Shimada. Hanzo Shimada. Disgraced after his brother... disappeared, and how the political currents had wrapped around all sorts of rumors and speculation there.

Interesting, that the former magister had made his way here. Thor finds himself curious and heads over.

"You are Hanzo, are you not? It has been a long time."

[eruit]

The Gallows are home enough for him now, especially with the way it leaves space open for training and practice. Hanzo may have given up the use of his magic - though it is still there, burning under his fingertips, crying out to be used - but his bow needs to be maintained, as does his ability with it. He spends hours throughout the day there, when he is not on an assigned mission and sent out to do whatever it is the Inquisition asks of him.

Hearing his name makes him stop, his bow going still in his grip. Slowly, he turns his head, eyes widening just a little as he spots the man.

Thor. Of Tevinter. Someone who knew him before. Panic seizes him but he nods his head, tilting himself up to try and look as calm and collected as possible.

"Greetings."

Thor 1

[tactical_alert]

There's nothing about Malcolm that bars him from any of the taverns, so the only real considerations he tends to have for a drink and a bite outside the gallows are quality and price. A shame that places would turn their backs on some lot, but they can't even keep the bloody Inquisition together over some of these issues. The rest of the populace will follow suit far more slowly.

So when someone big and loud and Tevinter shows up, he keeps to himself. A troublemaker Malcolm tends to not be, though he would prefer not to get too familiar with Vints if at all possible.

But then the man sets down, heavily, and orders him a drink. And that--

Well. His first thought is suspicion. And, distantly, humility waves a hand. "Now, good ser, I appreciate the offer, but that is hardly necessary. Ought you save your coin for another?"

[thorndergod]

"I could," Thor says easily, looking around. "But I have plenty of coin and a shortage of company tonight."

Plus the man doesn't look sloshed, which means maybe he'll be able to hold a decent conversation. Drunks are fun only when you're all drunk together and Thor is nowhere near drunk yet.

"I have bought it, it is being brought over, and you may do with it what you will. But I hope you will drink and converse with me; there is still much I have to learn about these lands." He leans back in his chosen chair, lifting his mug when the server brings the mystery man the ordered drink.

"I am Thor of House Asgard. With whom am I sharing this drink?"

Anders 2

[overharrowed]

"You've got a thief on your hands," Julius says, casually, from the garden's entry arch.

He'd kept to himself a bit, work aside, for the first few days after returning from Skyhold. It had been an exhilarating time, but also frustrating, and he'd needed some time to settle. At heart, though, Julius is a social creature and not overly fond of solitude. He wasn't looking for Anders in particular -- it was the weather that tempted him outside -- but he's not sorry to have found him.

[justice_is_blond]

He looks up from what he's doing with a bemused smile on his face. It's nice to see Julius, but he doesn't understand... until he does. Pawdric's trying to pull a larger stalk out of the basket and it's getting stuck.

"I do, don't I." With a sigh and a shake of his head, Anders gently pulls the herb away from his cat picks him up, rubbing his chin. "At least he's adorable. It does redeem him some. How are you? Have you come for gathering as well?" Anders is studying Julius a little as he speaks. He knows Van's had a hard time from people, and he can't imagine they're going too much easier on Julius.