[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.]

Comments

[misdirection_hex]

Anders does know how to push Van's buttons. Nothing'll work quite like the implication that he's somehow being obedient. It gets the door open, at least, and a sleek marmalade cat immediately trots out to wind around Anders' ankles.

"Shame," says Van, leaning against the doorjamb. "It'd be nice to have a Warden around for extra backup when our own people are chasing us through the city with staves drawn. I won't fault you if you leave. You don't want to be seen giving aid and comfort to the Maferath of the rifters."

[justice_is_blond]

He kneels down to ask a very important question - who's a pretty kitty? - and rub the properly identified kitty's chin, before looking back up at Vandelin.

"Maferath, hm?" The question is asked in dry amusement. "Well, Maferath, if you'll join Hessarian here, I think we can find a decent place for a drink." Burning Andraste, blowing up one of her buildings, close enough. "Let's go out and get a drink. I've found that isolating one's self and dwelling on how hated the hypothetical one is only makes everything worse."

[misdirection_hex]

He coughs at that, an expression of surprise in spite of himself at the joke he didn't expect, and unable to pretend with his usual aplomb that it hasn't caught him off-guard--

--but it doesn't matter. He's being offered friendship and solidarity at a time when it's not coming from many other quarters, and he's not going to reject it just for the sake of pridefully insisting he doesn't need help. He may still feel like he and Anders need to even the score somewhat on the helping-each-other front, but that drink sounds awfully nice.

"I suppose we probably could take anyone who gave us trouble," he concedes, "between the two of us. But all this time, and I've never gotten to see your flaming sword?"

[justice_is_blond]

Anders grins and winks. "I got married before you could ask to see it, I'm afraid."

It's going to be all bad jokes tonight.

He jerks his head in the direction of 'out' before gently picking up the cat and holding it out to Vandelin. "I could bring Pawdric if we need another guard, but I think we'll be all right. The Rifter curfew is neither right nor fair, but it's in effect. We can leave the Gallows and there won't be any Rifters out there who are ready to form a mob."

That's not a battle he's likely to see any gain from, so he's not picking it... but the wrongness of the rule has been noted and tallied. The Gallows will never have a complete break from being a prison, it seems.

"Let's head out, and treasure that we get to leave this place of our own volition."