doesnotkneel | Room 512, Tuesday Afternoon

There was a pile of cut grass right below Barry and Edward's window - a large pile. Edward knew this because he was currently sitting on the window sill again, peering down and testing the ledge just below the sill with his foot.

Just curiosity. He still wanted to know whether it'd be possible to scale the wall up and into his room, for utterly innocent purposes that had everything to do with him being bored. See, the thing about Skyrim was that they'd had a lot more pubs and a lot more general-- carousing, and being back here in this building with Barry and his machines...

It was taking him some readjusting.

Figuring out whether he could climb in and out of his own room the short way down was a pleasant distraction from that, if nothing else.

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doesnotkneel

Edward let out a laugh at the imagery of Anders looking like a giant ball of cats. "Must've been a picture. But what's a nug?" he said, grinning. "Another type of cat?"

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not_every_mage

"Little pest of an animal," Anders explained, shaking his head and gesturing to indicate a size barely bigger than a cat. "About so big. Like a shaved cat with a long snout. They must not be common. I had to explain them to Nathan, too."

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doesnotkneel

"Sounds like a small pig to me, or something of that ilk," Edward opined. "But your home seems both more and less like mine than anything I've seen in this time and place."

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not_every_mage

"A bit smaller and with ears like a rabbit's, but that's the idea," Anders confirmed. "We even eat it, too, though I can't say it tastes as good as pork."

But then, the nice thing about nug was that it didn't really taste like much of anything. It was all down to the cook's talents.

"And your world sounds like mine, too -- though the magic made Skyrim even closer."

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doesnotkneel

"Not much of that kickin' about where I'm from," Edward agreed. He sat down on his bed. "Seems strange, to know folk like you and Nathan to whom this magic bit comes so natural."

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not_every_mage

"You don't have it at all?" Anders checked,trying to imagine it. "Not even potions or wise women or such?"

It would feel ... lonely.

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doesnotkneel

"There's some superstition, aye, but I don't think I've ever seen a sick man come back from most of it," Edward said.

He tilted his head. He'd been shifting in and out of his senses since he finally figured out how to access them actively, but there was nothing about Anders that glowed and leaped out the way Isabelle's marks did. Just that odd, calming feel of... of blue, of shifts in the wind, vision and scent that his mind parsed as friend.

"How does it feel? The magic?"

Edited Date: 2014-10-14 06:51 pm (UTC)

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not_every_mage

"Now there's an interesting question," Anders said, and bent to stroke Lachlan as though the kitten might help him answer. He figured Edward wasn't asking for whatever sarcastic thing he'd come up with off the top of his head.

"It's not like anything, really. It's like running down a hill. Like there's something bigger than you and all you can do is give yourself to it. I get tired, after, but I'm too excited to care." A pause. "Also, its a bit tingly."

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doesnotkneel

Edward let out a rueful chuckle. "Tingly, eh?"

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not_every_mage

"I always figured that went with the part where it's blue," Anders grinned crookedly. "Clean, refreshing and tingly. I should sell magic that way."

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doesnotkneel

Edward rubbed his hands together. "You ever see things?" he said. "Strange things most around you can't, in ways they can't fathom. Like... living in a dream."

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not_every_mage

"Not exactly like that," Anders frowned. He was curious about the path of questions, now. "Sometimes if there's spirit or demon energy, mages notice it more than other people. But nothing people couldn't see at all."

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doesnotkneel

Edward sighed.

"I think this island is playing tricks on me, mate. And yet I don't," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

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not_every_mage

"Edward, what are you talking about?" Anders asked warily. "There aren't voices telling you to do anything, are there?"

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doesnotkneel

"Oh, nothing quite so mundane," Edward said, and there was the regular hint of amusement back in his voice. "Ever since I was a child, sometimes dreams seemed like they lasted longer than sleep. I'd see things."

He looked down at Anders' fierce little cat. "But the longer I'm here, the more I see," he said, "and it's not just when I've just stumbled out of bed, either. I suppose I just wondered whether you knew anything like it."

He didn't find it exactly terrible that apparently whatever was going on with him was nothing like what Anders had, but still.

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not_every_mage

"Mages can get trapped in dreams, but I don't think that's anything like what you're describing," Anders informed him. "It's more ... demon-y. They get dangerous. What kinds of things do you see?"

He was interested in these hidden abilities -- first as a friend, second as a mage, third as a healer. Not that Edward seemed like he needed anything healed just now.

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doesnotkneel

"I suppose seeing's the wrong word for it," Edward said wryly. "Can't come up with one more fitting that's as short, though."

He sat back. "It's like... I can smell shapes and taste sounds," he said. "And there's a lot more visible like that, you know? That whole mess with the carnival - never went near it. Stumbled out of my bed that morning, took one look at it and every sense in me said wrong, same's it tells me now your cat is apathetic to me and your disposition towards me seems kind enough. And there's other things I'm not supposed to see that I do, or so I'm told."

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not_every_mage

"Lachlan's fascinated by us, aren't you, boy?" Anders asked -- and yes, he was one of those gooey talks-to-his-cat people. (Forgive him.)

Lachlan, for his part, looked unimpressed as he batted at some loose threads along the edge of the rug. Because he was a cat. Anders watched him for a second, then turned his attention back to Edward.

"And it's not exactly hard to tell I'm your friend. But if you say you see more than most people" -- he shrugged -- "I don't doubt you. It sounds like a useful trick, to be honest."

Edited Date: 2014-10-14 09:03 pm (UTC)

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doesnotkneel

"It does sound a bit stupid when I put it like that," Edward said wryly. He watched Lachlan as well. "I don't know. Could be I'm just talking rubbish, like."

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not_every_mage

"No, that's not what I meant," Anders assured him. "This is just new, all right? I've no reason to doubt you, I just don't know what it is."

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doesnotkneel

"Neither do I," Edward said wryly. "Though it's not nearly as spectacular as that thing you did back in Riften."

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not_every_mage

"Still could keep you out of a fair bit of trouble," Anders shrugged. "But I'll admit, the Riften thing went -- exactly right. Made me glad I've been working on my control."

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doesnotkneel

Edward might have been developing a bit of a platonic crush on the sheer capacity for ~~mayhem~~ winning fights Anders' magic represented. "What's the worst you can do?" he wondered.