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exsiliumlogs2012-03-11 07:55 pm
birdhousesoul) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-03-11 07:55 pm
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Date & Time: After this network post
Location: Super secret mage hideout, aka Unit 205
Characters: Residents of said abode (Andersbirdhousesoul, Martin Septim septim, Nathaniel Howe noble_nate)
Summary: Frosted Flakes marshmallow squares have been made.
Warnings: None at present, possibly angsty microchip discussionor discussion of WHAT WAS UP WITH BEING ALL BLUE AND GLOWY
In the days following the Masked invasion of Unit 205, Anders has made himself scarce. He's been out doing things and having discussions. He won't say what, or with whom, or where, but he hasn't been taking Pounce with him, and the cat's been taking it out on the furniture and limbs of Anders' flatmates.
Tonight, he's at home, a change from the recent status quo, and he's monopolized the kitchen with some mysterious process involving foodstuffs never seen in Thedas. Martin's love of frosted flakes has not gone unnoticed (how could it?) and Anders has consulted a recipe on the back of the box, without consulting anyone else on how it can best be followed.
It's a testament to his Circle teachers' alchemy lessons that Anders doesn't burn the results: frosted flakes marshmallow squares. He's in the kitchen trying to chisel them out of the pan.
Location: Super secret mage hideout, aka Unit 205
Characters: Residents of said abode (Anders
birdhousesoul, Martin Septim septim, Nathaniel Howe noble_nate)Summary: Frosted Flakes marshmallow squares have been made.
Warnings: None at present, possibly angsty microchip discussion
In the days following the Masked invasion of Unit 205, Anders has made himself scarce. He's been out doing things and having discussions. He won't say what, or with whom, or where, but he hasn't been taking Pounce with him, and the cat's been taking it out on the furniture and limbs of Anders' flatmates.
Tonight, he's at home, a change from the recent status quo, and he's monopolized the kitchen with some mysterious process involving foodstuffs never seen in Thedas. Martin's love of frosted flakes has not gone unnoticed (how could it?) and Anders has consulted a recipe on the back of the box, without consulting anyone else on how it can best be followed.
It's a testament to his Circle teachers' alchemy lessons that Anders doesn't burn the results: frosted flakes marshmallow squares. He's in the kitchen trying to chisel them out of the pan.
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Nathaniel hesitates a moment, unsure whether or not he should tell Martin about Justice; he had been fairly sure that Anders would have already said something. But if his suspicions are correct about what happened to Anders when the Masked stormed into the apartment, then Martin should know the facts.
"It's...a bit difficult to explain to someone that's not from Thedas, but I'll try. It requires a bit of an explanation of how some things are in our world; forgive me if I wind up being long-winded." He smiles wryly.
"In Thedas, when people fall asleep and dream, their minds travel to a place called the Fade. I don't know if it's a real place or not, Anders would probably be able to explain all of that better than I. What I do know is that most people can only go there when they're asleep, but mages have the ability to travel there when they're awake."
He gets up abruptly and grabs the carton of milk out of the fridge, pouring himself a glass before sitting back down. "There are two types of beings within the Fade: the first are demons. There's all sorts, and all of them are dangerous and malicious. There are also spirits -- personifications of ideals.
"When Anders and I served as Wardens together in Amaranthine, there was a sort of invasion of darkspawn -- hideous monsters that the Wardens are dedicated to fighting, if you didn't already know that. During one of our battles with them, a few of us were transported to the Fade against our will. We managed to make it out with the help of a spirit called Justice. Something happened, I'm still not sure what, and he was transported back to the mortal world with us, and was trapped within the dead body of a fellow Warden."
Nathaniel grimaces at that. As much as he'd grown to like Justice, serving with a sentient reanimated corpse had always seemed a little gruesome to him.
"I'll leave the details of this part to Anders to tell you, because I wasn't there. But the long and short of it was that some time later, Anders offered his body as a vessel to Justice. Since he was inhabiting a corpse at the time, there was always the possibility that the body..." another grimace from him, "would wear out. So, Justice and Anders merged with each other, and became one being."
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There are many questions lingering in the tip of hist tongue, but he buries his curiosity in exchange for politeness. This can't be an easy tale to give, certainly not a tale that many would be privy to in Thedas—Martin has an inkling that the fact that mages can enter the Fade, thus be open to possession by its denizens, is likely a reason as to why mages are feared, and oppressed.
"I thank you for telling me this," he nods with a grateful expression. "I promise I'll keep this private. I'm more familiar with possession than most. Let's just leave it at that." Cryptic, but necessary. Explaining his own possession, and death, at the hands of Akatosh is more than he cares to share at the moment. Maybe someday, but not now.
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"I thought you should know, just in case." He doesn't elaborate on that statement, not wanting to say anything about the events in Kirkwall and Anders' role in causing a large-scale revolt of mages. That story is definitely Anders' to tell.
"When the Masked stormed in here and attacked us, you saw Anders start glowing blue and speaking...strangely." It's a statement rather than a question; he vaguely remembers Martin walking into the room in time to see that. "I think that that might have been Justice coming out." He stresses the word "think," as he's not entirely certain that that's what happened; he'll need to ask Anders about it later.
He takes a drink of his milk. "I don't know the full implications of Anders' merging with Justice, but I do know that it changed him. And maybe not for the better. I don't know, I've never seen that happen before. And I don't know how dangerous Anders might be when he gets like that, or how much control he has over himself at those times.
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Perhaps this isn't the best time to bring this up. Martin, however, believes in the necessity of knowing all the intricacies of an issue before acting. "In Tamriel, as in Thedas, possessions corrupt people." A sigh, his fingers fidgeting once, then stilling. "Even if the spirit leaves the body, there's often lingering effects. Unless the mage has a particularly strong mind, we're advised against summoning spirits, or opening doors to their realms, such as Oblivion." He closes his eyes for a couple of seconds, then continues. "I wasn't always a priest. During my youth, I followed a different path. It brought knowledge of the unpleasant sides of magic, such as conjuring and..." The fragility of life. "...I'm sorry, this isn't important at the moment. What I wanted to say is that I'm not afraid of Anders and if you ever need help, divines forbid, against this Justice, I can help you."
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The smile turns into a small frown. "I feel responsible for all of this, in a way. It was me who suggested to Justice that he merge with a willing host. That the relationship could be beneficial to both. I had no idea that it could..." That it could corrupt them both.
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"You wouldn't have known. Don't blame yourself." In a world where magic is feared, these are the consequences—ignorance of its populace towards powers that should be embraced and understood, for their own good. "I doubt Anders and Justice completely understood the danger of such a relationship themselves."
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