Electric fingers.

Hello visitor, I go by the name 'Anders.' Not my real name of course, but my secrets are my own. - My clinic in Darktown may be crowded but there's always room for one more. It's... dirty, but it works. All ailments will be treated in confidence- you have my word. Mages more than welcome. No templars. (Independent Anders/Justice RP blog)

[cheekychampion]

"I doubt it will make it smell any worse, though. You can see the stench from Hightown if you stare long enough." Her smirk clearly doesn’t help her in any way, too much of a mischievous glint in her eyes and not enough genuine interest. In her defense, that’s how her face normally looks. Sincerity hidden under humor.

"How do I break it to Merrill that she’s my second favorite mage in Kirkwall? I don’t think I could do it.” A feigned sniff for added effect. “Of course I truly care. But since you’re doing so well…” Her eyebrows lift as her smirk widens along her lips while the words ‘mind doing me a favor’ jokingly lingers on her tongue.

[thegoodmage]

"Oh, now you're just taking it a little too far, Hawke. Seeing the smell," he snorted rather derisively, purposefully diverting his gaze as his arms came up to fold themselves over his chest. "Wouldn't want to hurt the blood mage's feelings now, would we? Maker, she looks like she's about to be taken out by a swift breeze half the time. Imagine what that news would do to her."

All puffed up like that he looked like a disgruntled bird, feathered pauldrons sticking up all over the place and whatnot. The look Hawke sent his way certainly didn't go unnoticed.

"Yes, what is it?"

[cheekychampion]

"Might I suggest you never think about it again? The thought is probably as bad as the smell. Not that I’ve personally smelt it, mind you." A simple shrug rolls over her shoulders. "I was in the neighborhood and thought a stroll to your clinic might clear my head. That aside, is it so wrong that I simply wish to visit my second favorite mage in Kirkwall?"

[thegoodmage]

"I'm not about to make a habit out of it. And I sure hope you haven't -- can't imagine it would make Lowtown smell any better," sizing her up then, it's obvious that Anders doesn't believe her. No one simply visits him out of the goodness of their hearts. It's always with a goal in mind; 'Oh, Anders, I've hurt myself please heal me,' or, 'Anders we need you to kill some bad people for us. Come along now.'

"That second favourite will always wound me, but if you truly do care how I am... I suppose I'm doing well. Still alive. Always a plus."

[dadasoda]

[thegoodmage]

Let's be fugitives together, sweetheart (ʘ‿ʘ✿) ♚ Anders 25/..

[cheekychampion]

"You were joking when you said that? I could have swore you were dead serious. Do you know how little meat there is on a cat?"

[thegoodmage]

"No, it never crossed my mind to be perfectly clear with you. Just thinking of the poor things bubbling away in pots is making my brain ache. Heartbreaking situation aside... how are you, Hawke? Must be something wrong if you're willing to step into this foul smelling place out of your own free will."

[cheekychampion]

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[cheekychampion]

          “I almost brought you another cat for your feline collection, but I realized it wouldn’t nearly enjoy the smell of the sewers as the others do.”

[thegoodmage]

"It's a good thing you didn't. You know I was joking before when I said the refugees might've been taking them to... well, you heard what I said. Now I'm starting to believe it.

[thegoodmage]

I like your butt.

"…What a strange little person you are."

[thathalloweendamsel]

"I have told you many times, Mother, I am not “the Father." I am simply the Architect."

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Murderer. Savior. Just another face amongst refugees. 

The rumours surrounding Darktown’s healer differed wildly depending on who you asked. Amongst the mages, though, he was best known for his willingness to assist; one of their kind who fights and struggles just as they do. As her knuckles sound heavily against the door of the clinic that stands ajar, she hopes that this reputation holds true.

[thegoodmage]

He was up to his elbows in blood. A small price to pay for his small slice of freedom and something he quickly had to get used to. The physical state of the refugees was sickening. Some had spent days in agony, crushed against the other unfortunates in tightly packed cargo holds, missing limbs and loved ones torn from them by the blight. They were lucky to escape with their lives.

It had been hard getting the word out about this place, but now there was a slow trickle of patients finding their way to his door. Those who needed help could enter so long as the lamp was lit. Wiping his hands, Anders went to answer the door. The bolder ones strolled right in while some could only bring themselves to knock. It was simply the way things worked. Opening the door a fraction, he gave the area outside a quick sweep before letting his eyes fall on her. 

[thegoodmage]

Yes! Thank you! It troubles me to know there are people out there who think of the Deep Roads with a smile on their face. No hope for those poor souls.

[nomadicxmaleficarum-deactivated]

…Who in the hell would like that sort of thing? Have they even been to the deep roads? 

[thegoodmage]

I doubt it. A lot of them must have suffered way too many blows to the head. Or too few.

[wardenqueen-deactivated20121228]

“My temporary Estate in Hightown, I will be staying in Kirkwall for a while, I am sure no one in Denerim will miss me.” She Smiled at him, “I will have the cook fix what ever you want! We will have dessert too! All the best just for you!”

She held her head high, “Everyone in Kirkwall will be so jealous, I have the best dinner guest and friend anyone could hope for.”

[thegoodmage]

"Right. Everyone will be so jealous of the apostate healer from the sewers," Anders muttered beneath his breath, avoiding the looks the Kirkwallers sent the odd pair as they made their way through Lowtown. Far from jealous. Confused was more like it.

It wasn't like he hated her company, and a well made meal made by someone other than the cheery staff down at the Hanged Man did sound nice. He didn't deserve any of it. Not after leaving the wardens. Not after Justice. Once she knew... guarenteed, she would never speak to him again. "I'll stay for a little while."

[thegoodmage]

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“The Dwarves of Orzammar do, Anders.”

I don't trust the opinion of anything that lives underground it's entire life.

[thegoodmage]

Okay, show of hands. Who actually likes the Deep Roads?

[nomadicxmaleficarum-deactivated]

Anyone that enjoys the maker forsaken place needs to be checked by a healer. It’s too corrupt by the taint to be anything pleasant.

[thegoodmage]

Yes! Thank you! It troubles me to know there are people out there who think of the Deep Roads with a smile on their face. No hope for those poor souls.

[thegoodmage]

Okay, show of hands. Who actually likes the Deep Roads?

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[wardenqueen-deactivated20121228]

“Seeing an old friend is part of my important things to do Anders,” She said calmly, “You’re right, I don’t know how bad it is, but we can enjoy this time hmm? I am sure I will certainly see how horrible it is soon enough, I have to meet with the Knight-Commander tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it.”

She saw him grip his wrist tighter and she touched it after he let go, she could see this inner torment, “Don’t do that to yourself Anders. I am not better off without you, that is a silly thing to say. Come on now, let us go eat something you can tell me all about your adventures!”

She wouldn’t take no for an answer, she linked arms with him and made him walk with her. That was one thing that didn’t change about her.

[thegoodmage]

Anders scoffed. Oh yes, tea time with the Knight-Commander would be absolutely wonderful. He was almost envious. "Well when you do, why don't you ask her about the Gallows turning into a prison under her rule? I'm sure it'll make for pleasant dinner conversation."

As much as he wanted to stay silent and enjoy her company, he couldn't. He just couldn't. At the mere mention of that tyrannical woman his blood began to boil beneath his skin. For him the hatred was constant. Something the twisted form of vengeance would never let him forget.

He rubbed at one tired eye, cursing under his breath, blinking in confusion as he looped her arm through his. Alright. Apparently he had no choice in the matter. "I can't promise anything. Where are we going?"

[wardenqueen-deactivated20121228]

“He did not make you soft,” She huffed, “If I wasn’t Queen oh I would give those wardens a talking to. Wait, I can anyway, I will go see them after this visit to Kirkwall is over.”

She touched his hand gently, “Anders, you are a dear and special friend to me, I will not let anyone hurt you as long as I am breathing, I should just… travel with you and this Hawke fellow, I don’t get out anymore except for functions like this and they are hardly fun.”

She smoothed out his feathers, “You look like you haven’t eaten in ages, why is that? Didn’t you want pie, a pretty woman and the right to shoot lightening at fools?” She laughed lightly and smiled, “Tell me how you have changed Anders over dinner, I will see to it that you have a decent meal.”

[thegoodmage]

"That isn't going to change their minds. And whatever you do, please don't tell them where I am. I could do without the attention."

He smiled again. Twice in one hour. A rare thing these days. She would be a welcome addition to their merry band of misfits. Having the hero and queen of Ferelden on their side would certainly give the bandits pause. But he knew better. "It's kind of you to say, but you have more important things to do. As great as it would be it's just... it's different in Kirkwall. They won't listen. The Knight-Commander won't listen. You don't know how bad it is!"

He gripped his wrist tighter before letting go. Getting riled up here was a bad idea. She had no idea, about anything. Would she even still call him a friend after she found out what he'd done? "But never mind that. I'm still working on the pie and the woman. I shoot plenty of lightening at fools nowadays. I'm not so sure that's a good idea though. You'd be better off without me hanging around."

[wardenqueen-deactivated20121228]

“You don’t have Ser Pounce any more?!” Her eyes widened, “What happened to him?”

She heard his words about templars, which concerned her, “Templar or no, no one will come after my friends. I will have a form for you, signed by me and I will make copies that no templar is allowed near you. I forbid it.”

She straightened out her dress, “You’ve met someone? Who? Oh, is it… Oh I can’t remember the name darn it. Still hate the blighted deep roads?” She smiled on the last part, “You look different Anders. What happened to the ear ring? I see you kept your feathers.”

[thegoodmage]

Ah, his poor cat. Anders had no doubt that Ser Pounce was just as happy without him as he was when huddled in his pack all those years ago. As long as someone gave him regular tummy rubs and treated him like a prince he would forget all about him. Cats were finicky that way. Unfortunately it didn't work in reverse. "It wasn't my choice. After you left, the wardens said he made me too soft. I had to leave him in Amaranthine."

The mage sighed, picking at the loose bandages looped around his wrists. "I doubt a form is going to stop the templars. Being a warden sure didn't, I don't see why that should."

Without the commander nearby, it seemed he was 'fair game' for the so called holy knights once again. He was a mage. He had to be up to something. After the whole things with Justice the wardens cut him loose. Good spirit or no, an abomination was an abomination. It was like a red flag to a bull. He stopped fidgeting. He even managed to smile. "Hawke. His name is Hawke. He's been protecting me. And... yes, the feathers are still here. I can't ignore that I've changed. A lot."