Who: Open, please tag yourselves What: Hallows Eve Celebration, part 2 When: Forward-dated to the 31st of October, 10:30pm Where: The Keep's Great Hall, the grounds, anywhere
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There there...3wayforjusticeNovember 2 2011, 23:22:19 UTC
He has to stay calm. He has to remain in control. Justice -- Vengeance can't be allowed to run free here. There are too many innocent people, too many victims. He needs to stay strong and beat this back, just as he'd done so many times before. The spirit can't take over now.
But, Maker, how is he supposed to stay calm? There is a roaring sound in his ears, everything feels disconnected, save for the furious thunder of a spirit fighting to free itself. If he loses himself in that anger, in that vengeance, there was strength for the taking, strength to push through this, maybe... maybe even to put a stop to what was happening here.
When her voice reaches through the roar, he manages to look up, the light dancing under his skin like bright veins. His eyes are a warring mix of brown and flickering blue. Help these people...
Yes... he could help. If he could convince Justice to help. Not to lash out. There was nothing to lash out at. He'd helped in the Fade, for the half-elven boy.
Please.
Let me do this.
His gaze snaps up at the other voice, at the cry of his name, and all pretense of control falters. Anders wants nothing more than to help, to fix this perversion he sees walking his way. There is a horrible flash back to a Darktown sewer, to Hawke with that thing wearing Leandra's face...
And there is suddenly... AGREEMENT.
They stand, pulling away from the girl, while light crackles around them. Whatever has happened, if Anders lacks the strength of mind to carry out what must be done, perhaps they will manage.
ilu Alma. Sorry I tagged agaaaain without yooooughostly_stutterNovember 3 2011, 00:01:47 UTC
Chloe never paused in her reassurances to Anders to think maybe she heard Alex's ghost. Because so far at the Keep, she hadn't met a single spirit. Many had died, but they came back. Maybe Alex came back faster than was usual?
When Anders finally looks up at her, Chloe wanted to sigh with relief. Maybe she was getting through to him. Then she noticed his eyes were glowing and she gasped, her hand jerking away in fear. She'd seen eyes that glowed before, and at that point in time she had been looking into the gaze of a demon possessing someone. She couldn't tell if Anders was there, or not. The certainty that she was facing a demon in the lab back home was not the same feeling she was sensing now.
"A-A-Anders?"
Then she heard Alex's voice again, and her head snapped to the side a moment after her new mage friend's.
"A-Alex!" There was relief in her tone--her expression. But it was swallowed down a moment later as she took in the scarecrow body attatched to her friend's head. Slowly, Chloe looked back at Alex's crumpled form on the ground, then back up into Alex's familiar face. Her own paled of all color, and she almost didn't hear the terrifying tone leaving Anders' lips through the blood roaring in her ears.
But, Maker, how is he supposed to stay calm? There is a roaring sound in his ears, everything feels disconnected, save for the furious thunder of a spirit fighting to free itself. If he loses himself in that anger, in that vengeance, there was strength for the taking, strength to push through this, maybe... maybe even to put a stop to what was happening here.
When her voice reaches through the roar, he manages to look up, the light dancing under his skin like bright veins. His eyes are a warring mix of brown and flickering blue. Help these people...
Yes... he could help. If he could convince Justice to help. Not to lash out. There was nothing to lash out at. He'd helped in the Fade, for the half-elven boy.
Please.
Let me do this.
His gaze snaps up at the other voice, at the cry of his name, and all pretense of control falters. Anders wants nothing more than to help, to fix this perversion he sees walking his way. There is a horrible flash back to a Darktown sewer, to Hawke with that thing wearing Leandra's face...
And there is suddenly...
AGREEMENT.
They stand, pulling away from the girl, while light crackles around them. Whatever has happened, if Anders lacks the strength of mind to carry out what must be done, perhaps they will manage.
"What is this madness?"
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When Anders finally looks up at her, Chloe wanted to sigh with relief. Maybe she was getting through to him. Then she noticed his eyes were glowing and she gasped, her hand jerking away in fear. She'd seen eyes that glowed before, and at that point in time she had been looking into the gaze of a demon possessing someone. She couldn't tell if Anders was there, or not. The certainty that she was facing a demon in the lab back home was not the same feeling she was sensing now.
"A-A-Anders?"
Then she heard Alex's voice again, and her head snapped to the side a moment after her new mage friend's.
"A-Alex!" There was relief in her tone--her expression. But it was swallowed down a moment later as she took in the scarecrow body attatched to her friend's head. Slowly, Chloe looked back at Alex's crumpled form on the ground, then back up into Alex's familiar face. Her own paled of all color, and she almost didn't hear the terrifying tone leaving Anders' lips through the blood roaring in her ears.
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