Anders (
not_every_mage) wrote2014-09-14 09:23 pm
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Room 322, Sunday Night
It had been barely more than 48 hours since Anders was last in this room, this safe space that was bright with Rapunzel's paints and littered with his own clothes and books. It felt like it might as well have been years. When he'd left, he could be flip about killing because he hadn't needed to do much of it, not enough to make it real. Now he'd done more than he had expected outside a war. (He didn't feel all that bad about it. Deep down, he wondered if that were a problem.)
In Rapture, he'd been fueled by potions and adrenaline -- too tightly wound by the situation to sleep, to rest, to eat more than a mouthful or so when they'd had the chance. It had gotten him through the horror of it all, and Nathan's pizza had helped dull the gnawing in his stomach. But now ... now he felt, all at once, as if he'd die on his feet if he didn't lie down immediately.
He took off his boots and sprawled on his bed. Drifting with his eyes closed, he imagined what would happen if he took the same crew back to Thedas.
The templars would never see them coming.
[OOC:Closed door, open post!]
In Rapture, he'd been fueled by potions and adrenaline -- too tightly wound by the situation to sleep, to rest, to eat more than a mouthful or so when they'd had the chance. It had gotten him through the horror of it all, and Nathan's pizza had helped dull the gnawing in his stomach. But now ... now he felt, all at once, as if he'd die on his feet if he didn't lie down immediately.
He took off his boots and sprawled on his bed. Drifting with his eyes closed, he imagined what would happen if he took the same crew back to Thedas.
The templars would never see them coming.
[OOC:Closed door, open post!]
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The cars that she sometimes had to keep pace with. On foot. Which she could do...
"I could show you some tips and things sometime?" she offered. "I used to practice on the warehouses and things on the island before I went into Baltimore. And it's a lot of fun!"
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Who needed to chase a car when you could stand still and rain fire down on it?
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"What can you do?" Kathy asked. "I mean, in stories, most mages are practically genies. You just wish for something and they can do it. But in real life--" and ha, it felt weird to say that "--it sounds like it's not quite that easy."
"But," she added, giving him a small smile, "if you are in the habit of granting wishes, I think I'd really like to be a princess."
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"Mainly I make things like fire, ice and electricity come out of my staff, and there's this spell I'm still perfecting that throws a massive stone fist at someone. And I heal -- but you knew that."
It didn't sound like much, listed out that way. Not when compared to Kathy's powers. He added, as if in his own defense, "I should get a bit stronger after my harrowing. Most mages do."
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"A harrowing?" She shivered. "What's that? It sounds--" harrowing. Go figure. "--scary."
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Anders didn't think that would be him. He was good at what he did, or so he'd always thought. But the possibility he was wrong was what made the harrowing, well, harrowing.
"It's terrifying. But it's what you have to do."
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But still--demons?!
Guess who had officially lost all right to fuss about her heading into Baltimore alone. She just had to face car jackers and drug dealers, not demons.
"I am willing to put money towards bribing an older mage to teach you all the secret handshakes in the world, if it means you don't have to tangle with a demon," she offered. "Seriously. Barry's paying me some ridiculous sum to tell him not to be a jerk. I'll look up the exchange rates or something."
Maybe buy a bunch of gold or something? She could work something out!
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And this was how you knew you were on Fandom Island. You said sentences like this. And meant them.
"But he insisted that I join his company and be on his Ethics Committee and now I'm supposed to be drawing some huge salary and how am I supposed to explain to my dad that I make more than he does? He won't talk to me for like a week if he finds out!"
Which was normal parental behavior, yes.
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Kind of.
"He's dating Elsa?" Yeah, the dinosaur part was so Fandom-normal it slid right by him.
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Because peace at home was worth not having access to most of whatever money she made, it really was.
"Ooooh, you didn't know? Yeah, they started going out soon after that birthday party he threw for her. He's got it bad." In fact, he loooooooooved her, but Kathy wasn't going to breathe a word of that to anyone. She'd promised. "So...not very long after our...movie?" Date? Movie-date? Thing?
She'd never been quite sure how to quantify it.
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That practical advice aside, he considered what she'd said about Barry and Elsa, and the implied question about what there was between him and Kathy. (He'd never been sure how to categorize their movie night either. It had felt like a date at the time -- he wouldn't have kissed her if it hadn't -- but then nothing else had happened, and he'd never been sure what, if anything, Kathy wanted him to do about it. And then there was the way he felt when Nathan smiled at him, and the fact mages made horrible partners to begin with, and -- it was complicated.)
All of this was far too difficult to spell out. "Oh. No, I didn't know."
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"I'm pretty sure it would still count as income that my parents have to include on their taxes, since I'm still a dependent," Kathy said. "Which means my dad would open up my W4s and end up freaking out anyway. He can be really touchy sometimes."
Fathers, right?
"Oh. Yeah, they are. They're really adorable together. It's fun watching them awkwardly flirt. Err, not that I can really talk about awkward flirting? But it's hilarious when Barry does it."
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That quibble aside, he flopped onto his bed and ran a hand through his hair. "And now we got completely distracted from you telling me about whatever happened with that drug ring. You were out by the docks, it was quiet ..." Was he trying to get out of talking about flirting and relationships? Kind of.
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"Right, so Friday was quiet, but I found a couple of places that looked like they might fit the bill. So rather than going out after sundown on Saturday like I usually do, I went out in the afternoon and made my way to the docks and pretended to be a stupid tourist who barely spoke English."
It had been hard not reacting to some of this things that people had said about her, but Kathy was nothing if not committed.
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She's had a lot of practice with that, growing up. Though achieving that through ditziness was new.
"People don't guard themselves at all when they think you can't understand what they're doing. Like the guy that passed a hefty bribe over to a cop while I was standing there, engrossed with my phone and earbuds in. They didn't know that I didn't have any music playing or that I was writing down everything they said in Korean."
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"At home you'd be fielding offers from men who thought you were selling yourself every minute or two," he informed her. "Guards would probably pester you too, if one wandered past. But if it worked, I can't judge."
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Leaning back, she sighed. "Guys are kinda horrible when they think you don't know what they're saying about you, I'll give you that."
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He raised his head to look at her. "Smart. And brave."
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"Thanks," she said, obviously fighting against her habit of ducking her head whenever she was praised. "So, umm, I saw the hand-off to the cop, figured if that wasn't where the drugs were going to come in, there was surely something going on there, and came back later to check it out. So I did and there they were, ripping open pillows and pulling out bricks of...some kind of drug. I never did figure out what it was."
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"I wouldn't know," he shrugged. "Drugs are different here, from what I can tell. Anyhow, if they're selling it at the dock at night, you can bet it's not powdered milk for infants."
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She peeked at Anders from under her lashes and said brightly, "So, yeah, that's pretty much the end of it. I found them and I called the police from my burner phone and, you know, they ended up getting arrested."
And she totally wasn't eliding over anything! Like jumping down from the ceiling and fighting them, which someone could consider being really, really stupid.
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