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[Still no sign of any healer.]

[Except for him, anyway. And while he doesn't know exactly what half the things in this infirmary can do, or what they're for, he has his magic. It's usually been enough.]

[For now, he can be found poking around, investigating the various, mysterious things. Hawke and Varric have returned safely. There isn't much else for him to do in the Keep, besides take the place of the absent doctor.]

[Do you bother?]

Still no sign of anyone in the Keep's clinic. As such... I'll remain on call as healer, such as it is, until the staff decide it would be better to pull their heads out of their arses and do their jobs.

...

No one's heard from Hawke yet? I heard the other groups had returned.

It seems as if this has been a relatively quiet few weeks. All things considered, I suppose we can't complain.

However, should the need arise, and our... gracious hosts are too busy seeing to their own needs, rather than ours...

My healing magic remains at the disposal of whomever may need it. I thought I'd mention it, seeing as it's been some time since it's come up. But I'm still a healer. I'll still do what I can.

... We've returned.

Unsuccessful. Which is hardly surprising, considering that took all of an hour.

[What Anders does not know... is that no, it didn't take an hour, that took well over a month. He has no idea, as of right now, though.]

If anyone needs me, I'll be in my quarters... at least attempting to recover my magic.

Oh for -- !

[The mage sputters for a few moments, and then draws closer to the journal. And, as usual, he sounds annoyed with life.]

Very well, I'll say words into your book. Just stop writing all over me.

It's ridiculous! What if I've nothing to say to you? What then?

[Oh fuck.]

[Because even if that word doesn't exist in Thedas, that is pretty much the Mage's mindset at the moment. And it's evident in his voice when he picks his journal up.]

Hawke--

[He pauses. Steadies himself.]

I ... am so sorry. That wasn't... I don't -- I've no idea what came over me.

A melee tournament. Are you quite serious? That...

Maker's breath.

Fine then. If any of you decide to get your skulls bashed in fighting one another, I suppose I'll have to assist, won't I?

((ooc: FEEL FREE TO HIT HIM WITH YOUR 4th WALLING!))

I certainly hope our hosts are prepared to deal with the inevitable injury their little tournament is going to cause. Since they've so thoughtfully reduced my magical abilities, I'm not going to be able to keep up on my own.

So unless you've got bones bursting out of your skin, or massive head trauma, I'd refrain from calling for a healer right away.

...

[Sealed to Hawke]
Something that's... recently occurred to me. [Thanks to his boyfriend.] But I have to ask you something.

As your healer.

It seems there's a new arrival from Kirkwall floating about. If anyone happens to see an elf with white hair and too many tattoos, please, ask him if his feet have frozen off yet. Or, if you're not feeling particularly inclined to do so... you could always tell him "Denarius says hello". He'll appreciate it.

[This is a lie.]

[But, since Fenris can't read... No harm done!]

[36 hours after all of this, there is still a mage in the stocks.]

[By now, he's sort of sagged against the thing, about as laid out as one can get when they're put in this position. The lack of food, the lack of water, and sleep, have pretty much served to push him into a semi-conscious, vaguely hallucinogenic, state of mind.]

[The coating on his skin is itching. But he lost the energy to do anything about it long ago.]

[Technically, he's free by now. All he needs is someone to come open the thing up, and let him crawl away.]

[Mornin' Keep. How are you all feeling today? Probably better than this guy.]

[Video shows him in his room, actually in bed for a change, and propped up on his folded coat. He looks... about as pale as paper, but there's an almost unnatural brightness to his eyes. Almost like a fever. That's hat happens when you chug lyrium potions after making really stupid choices and then sleeping for a couple days.]

Maker... how long was I out...?

If anyone... if there's still a need for healers, I'm awake. I'll help.

There... is a way to stop the vegetables from speaking, isn't there? I haven't gone mad and just dreamed it up, have I?

I... I would appreciate it. If someone told me...

[If he sounds a little out of it, or groggy, it's because someone hasn't really slept since this happened. It just feels like the voices are getting louder. More difficult to ignore.]

[Did they have coffee in Kirkwall? Or in the Keep? Anders what are you even running on?]

[Someone forgot their journal was capable of video. Which is probably why it's recording the blonde Mage putting his clothes back on at the hot springs. Thankfully, it's just him finishing the clasps on his shirt. The keep has been spared a look at what he looks like without pants. But it's clear that, despite the danger of frogs, he was in the water a moment ago -- his hair is still down and damp.]

[Finished with the shirt, he picks up a boot, and stops, staring at one of the nearby pumpkins. There's a long silence.]

[And then he laughs.]

Oh now that's just perfect. You've never looked better!

[He can't seem to contain his amusement. Why? Because, if one is a careful observer, the pumpkin in question bears a striking resemblence to a certain broody elf from Kirkwall.]

[Anders finds Pumpkin!Fenris the funniest thing he's ever seen, clearly.]

[The lake is actually quite nice this time of day. It's quiet, and there's a nice rock to sit on. Even a few smaller rocks to absently toss in the water. This is an excercise in calm, for someone who certainly needs it these days.]

[Recent events have sent the mage's mind, and its passenger, roiling. It feels as if the lines are blurring. If there ever were any lines. What part of him is the anger, the justice, the righteous vengeance? What part is the mage who only wants freedom?]

[Anders honestly doesn't know anymore. It's starting to eat at him.]

[He left his journal behind, opting instead to scribble in the margins of a book borrowed from the library. Maybe even doodling a cat or two. Occasionally smiling. He looks rather at peace right now.]

[Interrupt?]

[Are you sick of this voice yet, Keep? At least it isn't... as ominous this time. Now he just sounds bitchy.]

Is there anyone who goes by the name of 'Mads' present?

I was hoping we might be able to talk. Share a bit of information.

[And by talk, he means something else entirely. But since Justice's shouting worked so well to find Kloe... one of them has decided to try a new tactic.]

[Was it Anders? Or was it Justice? Not even Anders can tell, at this point.]

It's important.

Hawke. Dwarf. Your companion is among the living.

[That's... not Anders' voice. It's something else entirely.]

[Who knows how long Anders has been back. Long enough for Justice to regain his memories. And... take over. The spirit has no desire to be stuck in a nervous, memory-blank shell. So he's jumped into the driver's seat.]

[From the way he speaks, you'd think he was doing you a favor by making this announcement.]

[But then he adds...]

We still seek the woman responsible for this travesty. She must face justice for what she has unleashed within these walls.

Where is she?

[Following this thread, there is no longer a mage roaming the halls of the Keep. There is a spirit of Vengeance, stuck in a mage's body.]

[He has one goal. One directive. And nothing will stop him.]

[Not even the fact that his body is slowly succumbing to a disease. As the glowing form stalks the halls, he's coughing, shaking. Occasionally, he lashes out at invisible enemies with a burst of blue energy.]

[But he's slowly fading. He's sick, he's grieving... he's seemingly beyond all reason.]

[Approach?]

Well, isn't this just lovely. Snow. And not one of us even remotely prepared for it.

Should anyone inevitably come down with some winter-related disease, I'll be in my room. Conjuring fire.

Repeatedly.

[Anders you could bitch at a fencepost for being too tall, couldn't you?]

Varric...

Do you have a moment? It's rather... I'd like to speak with you. In person.

[And where the journals can't record it.]

... Has anyone seen Hawke? I haven't heard from him since the storm began. Which isn't entirely like him.

Typically, he's around, getting into trouble...

[NOPE NOT CONCERNED. NOT AT ALL.]

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