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driftfleet2016-06-09 11:17 am
geonomy) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-09 11:17 am
Entry tags:
- adalwolfe hawke,
- allen walker,
- anders,
- beverly crusher,
- charles xavier,
- clay terran,
- coil lenn,
- jennifer keller,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- koala,
- maedhros nelyafinwë maitimo fëanorian,
- meg masters,
- mikleo,
- pinkie pie,
- riona cousland theirin,
- simon tam,
- steve rogers (ou),
- the vision,
- tony stark,
- winn schott,
- wrath
006 - action/voice; i came in like troy walking in with pizza
Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this
[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.
Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...
But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.
And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -
And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]
I-I need doctors - healers, medics -
[He takes in a deep breath - ]
I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!
((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this
[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.
Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...
But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.
And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -
And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]
I-I need doctors - healers, medics -
[He takes in a deep breath - ]
I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!
((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))
Action OTA for healing
Anders pushed his sleeves up and went to the nearest injured person he found, hands already starting to glow their gentle blue of his magic.]
I'm a healer, I'm here to help.
Action
Only after a short time, Anders is there, moving among the wounded with his hands glowing that familiar comforting glow and Hawke can't help but smile. A smile that vanishes rather quickly with where he left things with Anders. He owes the man an apology.
Adalwolfe waits until everyone's at least been looked at, doing what little he can with his limited creation magic and keeping an eye on Anders until he can get a reliable moment alone with the blond.]
I'm sorry.
[He says it quietly, but with painful sincerity.]
Action
So far, it hadn't seemed to be too bad, but that might change in a week as well.
He'd caught sight of Hawke while he was working, but he hadn't let himself dwell on it...or really look at the other mage for very long at all, if he could help it. Not until Hawke came to him. Anders had run out of patients that needed him, everything left could be dealt with without magic. Unfortunately, that meant he didn't have much to distract himself with now that Hawke had his attention.
He found a table to sit at and leaned against it, one hand coming up to absently play with the gold hoop in his ear.]
For what?
Coming up to someone to generally apologize is a little vague. It's not your fault these people got hurt, nor that I lack my usual soaps and creams and the like since arriving here. But perhaps it is your fault there's nothing on my ship that will take the blood out of my robes or out from under my nails. Did you happen to cause a shortage on cleaning supplies or things for personal hygiene?
[Make a joke. Pretend everything was fine and he wasn't scared someone was going to turn the corner and try to lock him away for his magic in the next thirty seconds or whatever other awful options ran through Anders' head.]
Action
[Adalwolfe joins Anders, though he actually sits at it, even if it's facing away so he can oversee the room instead of making eye contact. He sits in his chair backwards and leans his arms on the back.]
No, none of that is my fault, but I did push you to this against your will. I'm apologizing for my assumptions.
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[It does not fill him with confidence to know Hawke sees right through him. In fact, he finds he really doesn't like it.]
Well, as it happens, it wasn't you, it was my shipmate, Jon Snow. He didn't leave me much choice; frankly, for all of their technology here, I'm very disappointed you can't 'hang up' on another person in the room.
...As for you assumptions. I appreciate the apology. I'm...aware the other Anders before me healed more readily, and perhaps that's what you're used to as well, but that's not who I am.
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[A sigh, and Adalwolfe's face folds into a far-away look, something Merrill had once called his 'sympathetic leader' face.]
I do understand. I was an apostate too, on the run. Never in a Circle, but my father taught me to be wary of showing my abilities for fear of the Templars. Fear of everyone, honestly. Anyone can run and tell their local Chantry sister that there's an apostate in their midst. We moved so many times, all over Ferelden.
[Adalwolfe rests his chin on his arms. He's told Anders this story before, long ago but also in a few years all at once.]
It never stopped him from healing the sick or injured though, or fighting off bandits or wolves, helping those people who would just as soon see us caught, and teaching my sister and I the same. I didn't understand it until I was older but he was acting how a mage should, showing them there was nothing to be afraid of. They still turned him, or rather all of us, in more than once and we had to make escapes in the middle of the night, but there was also always someone helping us. A grateful farmer, a practical midwife, someone who had needed the help.
[He sits back up, running a hand over his face tiredly.]
Not sure why I'm telling you all that, tired I guess, but I do understand not wanting to reveal your skills out of fear.
Action
It was easier back home. I was welcome among my fellow Wardens. I was hardly the only mage, but even in my initial little group, none of them would have turned on me. No, I'm fairly certain they would have protected me as Warden-Commander Cousland did.
[Now he smiles a bit to himself.]
Nathaniel would likely be able to put on his noble airs and make whoever it was backdown, Ogrhen would simply need to be nearby to be offensive enough to turn someone away. Velenna has the uncanny ability to simply be intimidating by exisiting and Sigrun would find a way to threaten any templar while sounding like the sweetest thing to ever exist.
[He grimaced a little, but the smile didn't falter.]
Justice I'm not sure. Either he would take the matter too personally and be outraged or he wouldn't see the point in it and be uninterested, he generally only runs in extremes.
[Maker did he miss his friends. He wanted to pretend he didn't, but the truth of the matter was that he was finding himself terribly lost without them, even after having known them only a short time.]
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Justice? The spirit?
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Yees...? I didn't mention he was a spirit, though. You know of Justice?
[His mind traced over a few facts that put him on edge almost immediately and had him biting back fifty more questions he wanted to ask. Hawke was from ten years later and clearly knew Anders in some capacity. Cole had mentioned something happened to Justice. Maybe Hawke knew what that something was.]
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[He suddenly feels as if he's trodding on uneven ground. He shouldn't have said anything, and he's usually smart enough to avoid this sort of conversational pitfall, but he'd spent so long being comfortable around Anders that he's wandered in blindly and now looks up at him from the bottom of a well.
Adalwolfe sighs, sitting up and looking at Anders in turn. Might as well see how horribly this goes.]
How much of your future do you really want to know?
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He drifts closer to Anders and as he does, his eyes take on the same brilliance as Anders' magic. His voice is still a soft murmur, lacking the echo that some spirits have.]
I can help. I can make your healing work better, faster, less effort, less lingering.
Action
But now that he was here, it would be selfish to say no and deny these people the best help they could receive. He glances to Cole and offers a small smile, aware it might seem to whoever was around he'd simply lost his mind, smiling and talking to no one. But, honestly, who cared?]
I would appreciate that, thank you, Cole.
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He lets himself hide less, coming in close to Anders' side. Cole resonates a soft peachy yellow, an energy far more focused and directed than most Compassion spirits.]
There was a you here before. We saved a desert cat together. It was nice.
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A desert cat, really? I wish I could remember that, it sounds nice.
[He finishes up with this patient and moves on to the next.]
I hope I didn't offend you by turning you down before.
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[He drifts along behind Anders, being there, offering energy and ease in the healing.]
No. Why would it offend me?
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Because, I'm fairly good at it, back home. I say something and it annoys or offends. Sometimes I try to do it, but often times it happens even when I'm trying not to.
[And what Cole had said had dug at him, he wouldn't be surprised if he'd let his shiny veneer slip in their conversation and he said something sharp instead.]
But, if I didn't then that works too, makes things easier.
[A pause.]
You enjoy helping people, don't you? Being Compassion, I imagine it makes you feel pretty good too.
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[Cole is incredibly difficult to offend. It's virtually unheard of.]
Yes. I help people. It's why I'm here. I like helping them and most people like to be helped. They don't enjoy hurting. But... I can't help everyone. And... there's people that even I can't understand or forgive. I don't like that that's true, but it is.
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Sounds very human of you. I don't know if that's a good thing, but it seems normal to me.
But you don't have to understand or forgive someone to help them. [He shrugs, thoughts drifting to Ogrhen and Velanna and how he always seemed at odds with them, but they'd defended him and he'd healed them.
But then he thought of the templars who'd dragged him to Vigil's Keep. He hadn't helped them when they needed it. No, he hadn't killed them, but he certainly didn't lift a finger to help them, only to save his own hide. He didn't regret it.]
And sometimes you don't have to help them. If you have the ability to help people, you shouldn't be made to feel obligated to use them on everyone just 'because' or some fool thing like 'duty.'
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In theory, Cole understands he doesn't have to help anyone. He had refused to see the point of view of the Templar who killed him, even though now, with less anger, he does see that the man had been genuinely distraught at Cole's death.]
I want to help people. Even if other people don't think they're worth helping. Even if they don't think they are. It's not about duty. It's who I am. I help. Because I can and because I want to help people.
Except Lambert. He was evil. He had to die. I made him look into my eyes as I did it, so he would know. His evil wasn't going to be protected by rules and tradition. I wasn't going to let him hurt all those mages, like he hurt Rhys and Pharamond.
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Sometimes that entails finding some water.]
You should probably rest for a bit. [He says this after about--well, he's lost count. The first time he'd seen Anders' hands start glowing he'd blinked at him in surprise, walls going up instinctively, but so far no one's gotten hurt.
...okay, no one's gotten hurt worse than they already have.
Anyway--he holds his hand out. There's a glass of water in it already. The meaning is clear--drink up.]
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All the same, the glass of water is a welcome sight and he accepts it with a grateful look. He's nearly drained it before he finally responds.]
If I'm lucky, I'll pass out once we get back and not wake for several days.
I appreciate the concern, but I am aware of my own limits, a mage has to be to avoid being a danger to himself and others. I can still heal a few more. I'll rest then.
I'll admit, I'm a little surprised you stayed, there's no one here you're worried about.
[Otherwise, Anders guessed Jon would be glued to their side.]
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[Which is going to be a tall order, considering he'll also be keeping an eye on his sister on top of it, but hey, Jon's had tall orders before.]
All right. [Suspiciously squinting at him.] How many more do you think you can heal, then? [Because he will be keeping count.
Then he shrugs. Anders is right, there's no one here Jon is overly concerned about, which is a relief--a guilty kind, because people are still hurt, but a relief nonetheless that no one he knows was a part of this.] No, but these people still needed help. Besides, I was the one that dragged you here in the first place, I didn't want to leave you alone.
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[Somehow, that wasn't the response he'd been expecting, at least not that last half. He postpones having to really respond by draining the last of the glass and handing it back.]
Right, well, thank you for that. I appreciate it. [He looks away quickly and returns focus to what he was doing instead, his tone returning to something more light and teasing.]
A few is the number I'm sticking to. More than two, less than ten. What are you, my mother? [He waves a hand to dismiss Jon's suspicion.] You won't have to carry me back, if that's your concern.
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No, but I'm on the same ship as you, so I suppose I'd be the closest thing here. [He's kidding--he ducks his head, mouth twitching upwards in a small smile that disappears quick as it came, a breath of laughter escaping his lips. Ironic, he thinks--the motherless bastard mothering a man much older than him.
He sobers up fairly quickly, lets out a breath.] Thank you for that much, then. I've had to carry too many people back already.
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Perhaps that should be his next goal.]
Yes? It must be that quiet charm of yours, everyone simply swoons at your feet and you're forced to carry them home. It's a curse, I feel for you.