Higurashi aftermath

[sharpasafawkes]

[IN OUR LAST EPISODE Shaun and Cesare had a little trip down to the labs, if by "trip" we mean "a magical adventure full of torture-filled antics". Needless to say there's one historian laid up in a hospital bed, more or less asleep and bandaged like you wouldn't believe.]

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[fistingthing]

What is this accursed magic?!

[sharpasafawkes]

A friend of mine trying to protect me, not my choice mind you, I was unconscious at the time.

[fistingthing]

[Fenris eyes the doorway with clear suspicion, then thrusts one glowing arm through the frame; the door flares again, then the glyphs Tony carefully drew flash through a veritable rainbow of colours and the barrier dissolves, leaving only the smell behind.]

[fistingthing]

You never mentioned you had mages for friends. [After a moment, Fenris ducks through the doorway as though expecting it to bite him. Thankfully, it doesn't.]

[sharpasafawkes]

He's a bit afraid of people saying letting it slip, he's a good sort, but I think something happened to him about it.

[fistingthing]

Hm. Understandable. Tevinter is the only place where a mage will be open about their powers, in Thedas. If he was only trying to protect you, I cannot fault that.

[sharpasafawkes]

He was, I think I remember him saying something about it being similar to something he had to go up against. Then again, I was essentially down for the count...

[fistingthing]

What did happen? [Fenris settles himself in the chair and sets the wine on the bedside table.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[Lets out a shaky breath as he more or less tries to get his mind NOT to think about it]

Someone I knew went mad.

[fistingthing]

-ah. [Fenris looks over at the wine.] Are you certain you can't drink this? Alcohol is remarkably good for removing that sort of pain, at least for a while.

[sharpasafawkes]

Wish I could, but it'll do a number on me right now.

[fistingthing]

When you are able, drinks are on me.

Though I had best find work soon or my purse will soon run low. Working with Hawke was lucrative enough, but I wasted most of my saved coin on a useless venture shortly before arriving here.

[sharpasafawkes]

What was that?

[fistingthing]

. . . [Fenris hesitates. After a noticeable pause, he says slowly:] An attempt to reclaim a piece of my past. It was a foolish hope. I should have known better.

[sharpasafawkes]

There's nothing wrong with it, if anything at least you took a little more control over the matter.

[fistingthing]

[Fenris' mouth twists bitterly, and he repeats:] It was foolish. I knew it was a trap from the moment I heard of my sister; I ought to have left well enough alone.

But that is not important. The person who did this to you, are they a danger to others?

[sharpasafawkes]

[just leaving that there, because THAT sounds like an argument he can't win]

....I don't know. When he's sane he's reasonable, as long as you don't step over any of his problems, but when he's mad...

[fistingthing]

[Yeaaaaah. Smart move. Also, that sounds vaguely familiar.]

Should I be looking for this person to prevent another from your fate?

[sharpasafawkes]

God no, I don't need anybody else trying to take a knife to him!

...well, if he's not in his right mind you might want to lock him up somewhere.

[fistingthing]

Do I look like a jailer? Do you think I carry a prison in my belt pouch?

[sharpasafawkes]

No, but a bit of rope and something to gag him would do the trick...

[fistingthing]

You wish him protected even though he did this to you? Could harm someone else?

[sharpasafawkes]

I don't want to make a rash choice. Camp did that to him, and I'm not keen on snuffing him out unless he becomes a real danger to people.

[fistingthing]

[Fenris looks pointedly at Shaun, lying in a hospital bed, mangled.]

[sharpasafawkes]

... he could escape his fate, really.