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open | full circle pt 1
WHO: Concerned mages/rifters/others
WHAT: An emergency meeting!
WHEN: Solace 20
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Explanation in the OOC post. Please tag this like a network post. There are top-level comments to provide a little chronology/structure, but threadjack to your heart's content.
WHAT: An emergency meeting!
WHEN: Solace 20
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Explanation in the OOC post. Please tag this like a network post. There are top-level comments to provide a little chronology/structure, but threadjack to your heart's content.
Before and during dinner on an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday, there's a chain of whispers (or notes, or perfectly audible comments from the particularly unsubtle) about an emergency meeting, at an evening hour, in a basement room, regarding a matter of concern to rifters and mages.
The basement part is probably unnecessary. It's certainly ineffective; the organization is too small, the Gallows too contained, and the halls too echoey for something arranged with this much finesse-wrecking haste to truly remain a secret. They could have done it in an empty office or the recreational dining hall, probably, and sat on chairs instead of storage crates. But Kostos picked the location, and he's dramatic. If nothing else it signals a clear intention to do this as unofficially as necessary.
Anyone who accepts the invitation (or just decides to come see what the fuss is about) will first encounter Marcus Rowntree, posted up outside the door like a bouncer, letting mages and rifters move through undisturbed but stepping in to question and likely bar the arrival of anyone else. Inside, Kostos is nothing but a dark scowl in the room's far corner, picking at a splinter of wood on a crate and not mustering a word of greeting for anyone who comes in. Derrica has parked herself within arm's reach of Kostos, a long gold-edged shawl spilling over one shoulder. Her diplomacy pin gleams from the front of her tunic. The worried pinch to her brow is the only outward sign of anxiety; otherwise, she is tightly contained, watching people enter. Julius–notably not in robes–is serious but calm as people come in, standing next to the ever-composed Madame de Cedoux.
Once as many people have arrived as seem likely to, Marcus closes the door, remaining beside it, and they explain what the problem is.
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How do you wish to remind them?
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By force.
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[ There's no flash of anger, just calm denial. ]
We don't start this with dead mages. We don't begin these negotiations like Templars, cutting down those that we think too dangerous to live. We go to Cumberland and we listen to their cowardice and we prove to them, if we can convince them of nothing else, that we intend to finish what we began.
[ He tips his head to wherever the focus of the conversation has shifted, in the room. People talking. ]
They need a chance at this.
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I can't listen to-- [Shut up, he's telling himself, even though it's too late and he's not listening, shut up shut up, who d'you think you're talking to--] How can we only listen? IF they don't know by now how wrong they are, they won't ever.
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He nods, once. Close to agreement. And still— ]
Get any amount of mages in one room, there'll be disagreement. Among our number are those skilled at finding those disagreements, finding sympathy. If there is an opportunity to prevent the Circles emerging through simply speaking, then, Matthias, we must take it.
It isn't my skill, [ he adds. In case he is in danger of implying otherwise. ] But I intend to impress upon them the inevitable outcome of allowing this proposal to see light. My instinct is they think we're too tired and beaten to retaliate. It's not so.
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And this makes sense. It does. If he thinks about it, this makes sense--wouldn't it be better, if there was no war at all? If you didn't have to kill another mage over this?]
But they can go back on it. Treaties and, and agreements, and all of that--it's all only words. They can break them. Before I joined up, the mages of the Inquisition went on strike--I read about it when I was doing the reports and all, for the Commander--and there were negotiations and then we got to have our phylacteries destroyed-- [if they could find your phylactery, if the Inquisition had your phylactery, and that's a sword hanging over Matthias' head which he tries every day not to at] --and they even got them to say mages could marry and inherit and everything. And it was brilliant. And then the bloody Divine got named and decided mages couldn't marry after all.
They can take it all back, no matter what we have to say about it.
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[ He'll grant Matthias that much. Marcus has shifted back to observing the room (and the door), but still listening. Watching the latest cluster of conversation without really picking up on its content, but he could likely identify the substance of it in three guesses or less.
No one wants war, of course. Of course no one does. But a hammer hasn't much to do if there are so few nails presented. ]
We had meetings like this in the Gallows, when it was a Circle, [ he says, after a moment. ] Or rather, we tried. Two or three people at the most. We had to keep our voices down, have excuses for being where we were lest we were discovered. Our aims were smaller. Getting people out, or passing messages outside.
It would be foolish to undervalue how much has changed since then. The worth of being able to speak.
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I didn't know that. I think. That you were here, when it was a Circle.
[A quick look again at Marcus, and then, almost as if he's afraid he might be caught at it, Matthias looks away again, back out at the rest of those gathered here. He lets them become other people. Other mages that he never met, at the Gallows. Enchanter Hennessy. Enchanter Forsyth.]
That went on without me, in Tantervale. I mean, I were only small, so it's not as if I expected to be invited along. Didn't even know it was happening. Then we-- [He swallows the rest of that sentence, starts another one.] No one's listened to me. And, [quickly,] I don't care about it, I'm not saying it so anyone feels sorry for me. Just, I don't know about that bit. That's what I mean. I think.
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[ Ugly. The rebellion here had been ugly. Blood magic, desperation, defeat. Marcus shakes his head slightly, setting aside those thoughts, turning to those that Matthias speaks of instead. ]
Part of the talking is listening. Finding something in common, demonstrating empathy, attempting to understand why the person you disagree with arrived where they are. Taking them in good faith, not trying to win.
[ And he lists these things a little like they are common chores, and not all of them ones he does well. Only that they need doing. Then, a question, patient to understand, ]
No one here has listened to you?
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Oh-- [And then here it is, a flush to his ears and then down to his cheeks, like a sudden bloom of sunburn.] Er, no. I mean, yes. I didn't mean here, I meant--generally. It's not something I'm used to, like. I know, [he pulls his shirtsleeve over one hand, scrubs at his cheek with it, like it might wash away the heat in his face,] I know that sounds like an excuse. Sorry. I don't mean it that way. People do listen to me. But people think I'm some kid as well? [He shoots a sideways glance toward Enchanter Averesch, quick and furtive and not wanting to be caught at it. Prick.] Like I'm only small, still, but I'm not, I've done loads--
[Now his whole face feels hot, and a portion of his chest as well. Shut up, shut up, shut up, how embarrassing can you get, telling Marcus Rowantree how much you've done with your stupid little life. Matthias fights the urge to bite his own hand, to keep himself quiet.]
But maybe they're right, a bit. 'Cos I don't know how to do much of that, what you've said. I can listen, sometimes. I can't think of Loyalists without wanting to think about punching them as well. I can't understand how they got to be--that. I can, sort of, but then the bit where they let awful stuff happen and just thought it was all right, or even justified-- Like, magic is good, isn't it? But Loyalists, some of 'em, they agree with the Chantry. I can't get my head around that. I don't want to win, I just--can't get there. And then there's no way I can find anything in common with a Templar.
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Then, a shift in focus. ]
Templars are a sword, [ quietly. ] Wielded by the Chantry. You don't speak to a man's weapon if you wish to have a conversation with him.
[ It isn't the substance of what Matthias is saying, but it seems prudent to note his particular stance on the limits of diplomacy. ]
You might speak to Julius or Kostos, if having your say with the Loyalists is important to you. Whether to understand them better, or for advice. But, [ he grants, with a tip of his head ] as much as I hope that a mutual conversation occurs, we don't know how much they've closed their ranks. So, if we fail to communicate, let it be their failure.
And those others that fought in the rebellion will also be there. Talking to them will be important, too.
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Yeah. Well, yeah. [Slowly.] That's true, I s'ppose. It's good thinking we won't be alone when we go, and we won't be the only ones talking--and I do like thinking of them failing--
[Although.]
Enchanter Averesch--Kostos--he's with us, isn't he? I mean, he fought on our side. He was mates with Knight-Enchanter Voss, [pardon him for getting starry eyed even thinking about her] I know that. But-- you mean that Kostos knows Loyalists, like? I know about Julius. [--And That You and Him and he does not say that, by the grace of Andraste, probably.] Affiliation and all, I mean. Seems like you could talk to him, at least.
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[ He looks towards the latter as he speaks, and any fondness there would have to be implied, buttoned down as he is when there isn't cause to be otherwise. ]
I only mean they understand it from that angle, in a way I don't think I can. That sounds like you can't either. And that if they can be as they are, maybe there are those in Cumberland who're the same.
By now, they've likely shed some dissenters, but still.
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I hadn't thought of that. People's minds do change. Not just 'cos someone talks at them, but--'cos they get to see things differently, maybe. Or 'cos people they care about show them it's different. Not-- [A flush comes to his ears again and he clarifies, hastily,] I don't mean that about anyone in particular. Like. Anyone here, and y-- er, y'know. I mean it general, like.
Anyway-- [Move on, move on, quickly--] Anyway, I don't think Enchanter Averesch likes me very much, so-- so maybe I'll try Julius, then.
[Awkwardly, he pauses. Debates what to say next. Nothing? Nothing would be best. But sincerity compels him to add,] Thanks.
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Then the 'thanks', which garners a look alongside. The ghost of a smile. Then, Marcus pats Matthias on the back in one solid thump of his palm in silent answer back. Nailed it.
He moves off, then, with the intent to free the younger man from this particular conversation, and to find a quiet corner for himself. ]