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Date & Time: After this network post
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 ~~or 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.

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"I sensed powerful magic." Primal, indomitable power, as if a rip to Aetherius itself opened. "I decided against becoming involved, I was...hesitant to be in the middle of that." Get torn asunder in the present of an unknown variable. "The voice itself wasn't human, certainly not Anders."

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."

Nathaniel nods. "It helps that you're a mage, you probably understand possessions and spirits better than most. And thank you for your offer of help." He offers Martin a sincere smile. "I'm not afraid of Justice, and I'm fairly certain he wouldn't attack me intentionally." Though there's always the possibility of getting caught in the middle. "Anders says that he and Justice are one now, not two beings in the same body. I think that, since Anders loves me, Justice wouldn't try to harm me unless I was threatening their safety.

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.

"It's the least I could do." Martin matches Nathaniel's smile, though it's anemic. "I know Anders is strong, but that doesn't mean we're not at risk." Him, more than Nathaniel. There isn't an emotional, romantic connection to Martin as there is for Nathaniel.

"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."

"No, I don't think they would have agreed to it had they known..." Nathaniel looks thoughtful for a few moments. "Anders seems to think that their merging was a good thing, more or less. I don't know whether I should feel relieved or dismayed that he doesn't regret it."