[Alistair isn't the only one who has suddenly found an awkwardly familiar face among the pumpkins. Fenris was just funny. Hilarious even.]
[But then he'd stumbled upon someone else.]
[Someone he had all but buried nearly ten years ago. Not literally. That hadn't been possible. Someone else who... had died at his hand. Not Justice's. His.]
[He's in the process of staggering back from the pumpkin -- en route to bump, once again, into the other Warden.]
[This time, Alistair has no shield in hand to nearly bash the mage with. Both sword and shield are upon his back, leaving him free to hold out a hand as he says:]
Ande--
[The warning is too late, and the name doesn't come out quite in time.
[At least Alistair's balance isn't the sort to be affected by someone stumbling into him.]
[He doesn't step away; he can't be sure that the man won't simply stumble again and fall. And, as disagreeable as Anders is, he can't just let that happen.]
It's like something's dug into our minds and dragged out everything important.
[The question - "Is this person important to you?" - goes unstated. But it lingers all the same.]
[Alistair, the last thing you probably need is another pumpkin talking to you, but Bartimaeus and "being considerate" are two concepts very opposite to one another. The saying that "opposites attract" is, for your information, the worst of all propaganda.
Therefore, as you wander around in search of a pumpkin, you may see this gem set at the wayside. His gourdy eyes are watching you the whole time.]
Bad night, guv? Pumpkins not your thing? Buck up! I hear there are some fetching watermelons to be had.
[On his list of "things I don't want to happen", having yet another pumpkin talk to him isn't anywhere near the top. The top is reserved primarily for things Blight-related, though 'be turned into a toad' is pretty high up there. Nevertheless, having yet another pumpkin talk to him still makes the cut.
[At first, he's determined to just ignore it - until the strangeness of its words actually register. And so, he hesitates, looking down at the utterly bizarre squash for a long moment before he decides to address it.]
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[But then he'd stumbled upon someone else.]
[Someone he had all but buried nearly ten years ago. Not literally. That hadn't been possible. Someone else who... had died at his hand. Not Justice's. His.]
[He's in the process of staggering back from the pumpkin -- en route to bump, once again, into the other Warden.]
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Ande--
[The warning is too late, and the name doesn't come out quite in time.
[At least Alistair's balance isn't the sort to be affected by someone stumbling into him.]
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[But right now, he's a little too busy being horribly disturbed by that pumpkin a few feet away.]
Maker, what... why are they doing this! This isn't... magic.
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[He doesn't step away; he can't be sure that the man won't simply stumble again and fall. And, as disagreeable as Anders is, he can't just let that happen.]
It's like something's dug into our minds and dragged out everything important.
[The question - "Is this person important to you?" - goes unstated. But it lingers all the same.]
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Therefore, as you wander around in search of a pumpkin, you may see this gem set at the wayside. His gourdy eyes are watching you the whole time.]
Bad night, guv? Pumpkins not your thing? Buck up! I hear there are some fetching watermelons to be had.
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[At first, he's determined to just ignore it - until the strangeness of its words actually register. And so, he hesitates, looking down at the utterly bizarre squash for a long moment before he decides to address it.]
Are these watermelons the chatty type, too?
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