[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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[thorndergod]

It is as close to confirmation as he will get, he thinks, and it is enough. Why did the former magister come here, of all places?

"Greetings." After a short pause of consideration, Thor closes the rest of the distance between them. The bow looks to be of very high quality and there is nothing in Hanzo's outfit that visibly marks him as a mage. Has he abandoned his heritage completely?

"Are you hiding what you are?" For once, Thor is careful with how loud he's being. Only Hanzo can hear the question. There is no reason to cause hardship for this man... yet, at least. He does not yet know what Hanzo's presence here means.

[eruit]

This is not what Hanzo had wanted nor expected when he had decided to ally himself with the Inquisition. After a decade of isolation and distance from the world he had hoped that he might reemerge from the darkness as a nameless being, as someone with a face that no one would recognise, but his luck had never been very good. The very fact that Thor is standing in front of him now is proof enough of that.

They're too close to one another now, but Hanzo cannot back away. He cannot turn from a fight, even if it is not one that will exchange any blows.

"I am hiding nothing." His appearance is different to all those that knew him from before, he recognises that. Dressed down in light robes rather than the traditional garb of Tevinter, a bow strung across his back with a quiver of arrows to go with it; he does not look like the Magister he had once claimed to be, so many years before. Now he is nothing more than a shadow in the evening, a name to be hired, death on a bowstring. "I am myself."

[thorndergod]

Himself. Has the former magister entirely abandoned his heritage? What he was? Thor does not like assuming things, but he feels like he may be getting a portion of the picture here. The Shimada house had essentially been destroyed, and now Hanzo is in the South.

"You have chosen this," he says slowly, practically thinking out loud. "You were born superior to any in these lands, but you pretend you are less. I do not see how this is not hiding who you are." It is impossible to wrap his head around. They enslaved mages here only a few years back, and seemed likely to do so again. He can't conceive of giving up his estate, wealth, power, or magic, but it's even harder to understand potentially giving up one's independence.

[eruit]

"I am pretending nothing." The words come out sharp and filled with distain, Hanzo's eyes narrowing as he looks Thor over. It must be impossible for someone so simple minded to understand the depth of what Hanzo has put himself through over the last decade, the pain and hurt he had felt in abandoning his house to ruin and destruction. To know that his uncles and elders had taken the mantle and drawn the Shimada family into the hands of the Venatori is enough to make him feel sick, nausea in his stomach at the thought.

He stands a little taller, eyes narrowed and determined as he stares down at Thor. He's not going to allow himself to be berated by someone who has no understanding of his situation, nor the pain and guilt that settles on his shoulders like a weight, a thousand knives cutting his back to pieces.

"Are you finished?"