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Anders muttered to himself as he came upon a clearing in the preserve. (It was one of Nathan's old favorites, chosen on the theory there had to be some memory of magic and power in the ground itself.) He'd brought supplies for a few days away with him: a small satchel of clothes jostled against the staff on his back, and Lachlan meowed from a makeshift sling on his chest.

But the knife in his hand was demanding more of his attention than the cat.

He knew he had to try the thing he'd come to the clearing to do. Blood magic was the only thing he'd looked at that offered even the faintest glimmer of a chance to get him to Kathy’s zombie-ridden version of Los Angeles. But throwing out all he'd heard about dealing with demons, about the risk of becoming an abomination -- it wasn't coming easily.

He closed his eyes and found a rock to sit on, trying to calm his nerves. He almost gave up on this whole mad scheme, but Kathy's words rang through his mind.

I'm so damn scared. I need you. I wish--I wish you were here with me. That you hadn't left me behind.

He'd left her. Now he had to go get her. And if dealing with a demon was what it took, so be it.

He prayed for forgiveness as he raised the blade to his palm.

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[OOC: Annnnd that’s it for Anders on the island for now. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] seekstruth. NFB, NFI.]
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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!]

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