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Post by Tseecka on Jun 16, 2014 4:22:33 GMT
((Note: This is an Open RP, but it's going to take a little while for the plot to kick into a place where the addition of extra characters makes sense. If you're interested in joining in just keep an eye on the thread and hop in whenever seems appropriate; we'll make a point of swinging by some communal areas to pick up a few extra party members))
 "HAWKE!"
Anders raps frantically on the door, knuckles bruising against the wood. His back is sticky under the heavy coat, his hair in disarray, and he knows he looks the part of a lunatic. He can feel the eyes of the Templars across the square burning into his back. He doesn't care.
"GARRETT! LET ME IN!"
Please be home, he prays, to no one in particular.
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Post by Birdie on Jun 16, 2014 4:25:13 GMT
Garrett was jolted awake by a loud, incessant banging resonating from the front door. Shrugging on his house robe, he dragged himself groggily out onto the landing, eyes still drooping with sleep, until a familiar voice calling his name snapped him wide awake.
Anders?
Hurrying down the stairs, Hawke wretched the wooden door open to reveal the frazzled mage.
"Anders, what’s going on?" he demanded, concern etched across his features.
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Post by Tseecka on Jun 16, 2014 4:41:23 GMT
 Anders stares at him, eyes bright, and pushes through the door and past Hawke into the entryway. “I found it. At least—I think I did. It’s a spell, there’s a spell—a real one, this time, I swear—” He cuts himself off mid-babble, turning on his heel to meet Hawke’s gaze. “Do you trust me? Really? After everything, after all that I’ve done—do you still have it in you to trust me?" |
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Post by Birdie on Jun 16, 2014 4:46:29 GMT
Hawke presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, trying to will his sleep-addled brain back into some semblance of proper functioning.
Shaking his head, he looks levelly at Anders. “Yes, of course I do. You know I do. I know things haven’t be exactly calm lately, but I do still trust you, Anders. You’re a good man at the root of it all.”
He smiles encouragingly before turning to close the door, the lock turning with a definitive click.
"Now what is the Maker’s name is going on?"
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Post by Tseecka on Jun 16, 2014 4:51:29 GMT
 Anders sinks into a chair in the front hall, pressing his forehead and trying to calm himself. ‘I’ve found a ritual. Well, found might be…exaggerating. I found notes, written by the Tevinter magisters—do you recall the experiments I mentioned, about trying to separate a demon from a mage? There were some old Tevinter chests we found a few weeks ago, in the caves down on the Coast. I went down there, cracked them open, and found…all these notes, Garrett, research that no one has ever even known about. And there was translating, and I had to piece it all together because they hadn’t figured it out, yet, but I think I did. "I think I can free myself from Vengeance." He looks up at Garrett to see how he’ll take the news, remembering all too well the last time he told the man he could remove the spirit from himself. |
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