not_every_mage: ([neg] glowering)
The trip from the spot in the Hinterlands where the portal had deposited them to Kinloch Hold had been longer than Anders would have thought, and surprisingly rough. The roughness, at least, seemed to have been intentional on the part of the Templars -- whatever Cassandra had told them out of Anders' hearing, it seemed to have scared any bit of human compassion out of them.

Then again, maybe that was just what Templars were like. Anders was suddenly very aware that he'd had plenty of time to forget.

There was a bit of a fuss at the Circle; apparently he'd been assumed dead, and having him back in one piece was causing all kinds of havoc to the Circle's record-keeping. Finally, though, one of the Tranquil housekeepers had given him a platter of bread and cold meat and shut him into a disused storage room. So he sat there on a sheet-covered barrel, nibbling on greasy sandwiches and wondering what was to become of him.

"Somehow," he told the very patient Lachlan, "I don't think they're making me wait so they can organize a welcome home party."

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[OOC: Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] seekstruth and [livejournal.com profile] icecoldfrost. NFB and NFI due to distance. OOC welcome.].
not_every_mage: ([fight] FIRE!)
The morning’s mail had brought Anders another letter from Karl – one that was chatty and friendly and totally lacking in any sort of critical commentary, the kind of thing that you could slide past Templar censors during a good week but would get pitched straight in the nearest fire if they thought you might be Up to Something.

Some things about it bothered him. Karl hadn’t written about escape at all, for one, even in the most veiled terms. Still, it was word from the world Anders left behind, and he was surprisingly greedy for it – greedy even for the dull bits of gossip about how so-and-so had picked up knitting and was making the world’s ugliest hats for everyone in the dorms, or how such-and-such swore he’d seen a spider the size of a Mabari in the fruit cellar.

And, more than that, he realized he was greedy for Karl’s descriptions of his classwork. The mage was a few years older than Anders, and so his schoolwork had always been advanced by Anders’ lights. Still, Anders used to at least know the fundamental principles of whatever his older friend was learning that week, enough to follow along when they talked it over. But now Karl was enthusing over some advanced entropy spells … and Anders understood what he’d written about them almost as well as a nug would understand the Chant of Light.

Sting to his vanity aside, that made Anders realize how sorely he’d neglected his training over the last six months. He read in the Magic Box when he could find books worth his time, and there’d been what might be called field practice in Rapture and Skyrim, but the rest of the time he’d acted as if magic were his to master simply by wishing it so.

And Isabelle had been right, damn it. Training – or practice, or sparring, or whatever you wanted to call it – would be very helpful if he didn’t want to get killed the next time he went up against real trouble he couldn’t run from.

Which was why he made a grudging visit to the salle today. He’d needed to use his little pocket notebook of spells to set and secure the wards keeping his spellwork confined: The fact he could no longer do it from memory was yet more proof he’d let himself slide, and badly so. Once that was done, he took his place at one end of the room and began a warm-up exercise of casting controlled bolts of each element. Fire, ice, lightning, spirit, fire, ice, lightning, spirit …

It got much more satisfactory once he started to imagine the dummies at the other end of the Salle as Templars, all silly suits of armor and mage-hating sneers.

[OOC: Open post, put in my journal because it might grow up and be a linkdrop someday.]
not_every_mage: ([neg] lil bit sad)
Anders didn't get much mail, so he was surprised to find something waiting for him in the dorm mailboxes. What was even stranger was that the envelope, seal and stamps all looked like those used in Ferelden.

He tore the letter open with shaking hands. True, Templars weren't in the habit of sending notes to runaway mages -- they were more the type to show up unannounced -- but he supposed there was a first time for everything. And the fact anyone knew where he was posed some level of risk.

It was a puzzle, then, that the letter seemed to be nothing more than a common enough piece of junk mail touting some worthless potion as a "miracle cure" for flatulence, pimples, back pain or the common cold. Anders was about to throw it out when he realized the runes bordering the parchment were not simple decoration at all. Instead, they were an obscure Elven alphabet that Circle apprentices used to smuggle messages between themselves.

Decoded, they read A - Am back in the Circle. Portal dropped me by gate as if no time had passed. Thanks for the vacation. Hope to do it again soon. - K

So that was that. The Circle might not be anyone's idea of a happy home to come back to, but Anders was simply glad Karl wasn't being tortured or worse. He didn't want to think about how his friend had bribed, begged or threatened to get the message out so quickly; he was just glad he'd done it at all.

He reread the letter a few more times as he sat on his bed, trying to work out if there was any safe way to answer it.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]
not_every_mage: ([neu] some concerns)
Once Anders was back at the Circle, he barely had time to change his socks before he was whisked off to stand before Chief Enchanter Irving. Irving wanted an apology and a promise to stop trying to escape; Anders considered it a matter of honor to give neither.

In which Anders lands in a cell and then goes to Fandom )

[OOC: establishy, NFI, NFB, OOC is love.]

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