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not_every_mage) wrote2015-03-27 09:41 am
not_every_mage) wrote2015-03-27 09:41 am
Room 322, Friday Midday
After Nathan got him home from town the day before, Anders had slept 12 hours, woken up for just long enough to devour three sandwiches and a sleeve of cookies, showered, filled Lachlan's food bowl and made some abject apologies to the cat who was now ignoring him in retribution, and then gone back to sleep for six more hours.
He was awake again now, though he almost wished he wasn't. When he was asleep, he wasn't thinking about how bloody stupid he'd been to fall prey to someone obviously evil just because he dangled the right kind of shiny. It wasn't as if he hadn't been warned it was all too good to be true; he'd just chosen to ignore it.
He didn't like to think about what that meant for him the next time he went up against a real demon at home. Possession was a fear for any mage.
Even knowing he'd forced Cassandra to spend a week on a fool's errand didn't give him much satisfaction. He supposed he owed her some kind of apology for his conduct, though not nearly as intense of one as what he owed Kathy. That might take cookies at a minimum. (Or some kind of present, anyhow. He wasn't sure what exactly said "sorry I almost froze you to death while I was in a demon's thrall.")
He laid on bed with his eyes open, thinking all of this over. He'd heard people were gathering at the clinic, and he'd go there to see what he could do. Later. Right now he was still weak and achy, and still needed most of his energy to finish healing himself.
[OOC: Mainly a linkdrop but open if you want!]
He was awake again now, though he almost wished he wasn't. When he was asleep, he wasn't thinking about how bloody stupid he'd been to fall prey to someone obviously evil just because he dangled the right kind of shiny. It wasn't as if he hadn't been warned it was all too good to be true; he'd just chosen to ignore it.
He didn't like to think about what that meant for him the next time he went up against a real demon at home. Possession was a fear for any mage.
Even knowing he'd forced Cassandra to spend a week on a fool's errand didn't give him much satisfaction. He supposed he owed her some kind of apology for his conduct, though not nearly as intense of one as what he owed Kathy. That might take cookies at a minimum. (Or some kind of present, anyhow. He wasn't sure what exactly said "sorry I almost froze you to death while I was in a demon's thrall.")
He laid on bed with his eyes open, thinking all of this over. He'd heard people were gathering at the clinic, and he'd go there to see what he could do. Later. Right now he was still weak and achy, and still needed most of his energy to finish healing himself.
[OOC: Mainly a linkdrop but open if you want!]
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She'd completely understand, even if it was possible that she had more than just one question.
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"Yes," he said reluctantly. "Ask as many as you like, and I'll tell you if I can't answer."
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She'd get to the tougher questions, but that one had made things especially puzzling when listening to radio. (It certainly sounded important, at least.)
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"It's an amulet," he said, gesturing to indicate the size -- a bit smaller than the palm of his hand. "When you come to the Tower, they take a bit of your blood and put it in a vial, then do a ritual so it's bound to you and mount it like a compass. Templars use them to track runaways. I always used to fantasize about stealing mine and smashing it."
He looked rueful at that; he'd gotten to smash one all right, but somehow he doubted it had done him any good.
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She'd have to thank Nathan, since that sounded like it probably hadn't been pleasant.
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He managed half a smile. "Nathan kept trying to tell me it made no sense, and I didn't want to listen."
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She had been able to suspend belief that Santa Claus could visit everyone's house with a personalized toy overnight, sure, but this just sounded silly and impractical.
"Um. Someone I talked to yesterday said he asked you guys to all...bring him stuff, in exchange," she added carefully. Really, her hair could've come from anyone, but Anders did have the easiest access, and Kenzi had said that Mr. Gaunt was making people steal from their friends....
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He eyed her cautiously and added, "... And I took your hair off your pillow to get it, too. I shouldn't have. If it makes any difference, he said it was for a healing potion."
Which didn't explain why he'd stolen instead of asking, really.
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And knowing it had been for a healing potion -- you know, supposedly -- did help a little, but still. She glanced up, her mouth settling in a tiny frown. "I would've given you it if you'd asked, you know. It doesn't do anything without me attached, anyway."
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It was like everything he knew about being responsible around magic had flown out the window the second he saw Gaunt.
"But when he asked -- he'd already asked for one thing that Cassandra had wrecked. I didn't want to lose my last chance."
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Though Rapunzel did feel a little stupid for thinking that no one would ever steal it. Still. One strand in the course of a year wasn't too bad.
Her frown settled into something more thoughtful, now that she was feeling a little more reassured. "Why'd Cassandra want the phylactery, anyway? Is she a mage, too?"
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