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[dragon_radiance]

Characters: Flynn and Anders
Location: Clinic
Rating: G?
Time: January 15
Description:  A mage and a not-Templar have a conversation

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Well, I've certainly got a moment or two to spare. [ Anders wastes no time in examining the wound, taking hold of Flynn's forearm with a gentle, practiced grip. As he'd suspected, the wound isn't anything serious - it would probably heal over on its own, but a few stitches would reduce the chance of infection and scarring. A nice, clean cut, as far as such things went, and Anders had seen enough to appreciate an easy wound.

He was already mentally assembling the tools he would need - working without magic was time consuming was entirely doable, especially with so well-stocked a clinic - when Flynn spoke up again. ] Good call; this is hardly serious but it never hurts to be-

[ Wait, Anders knew that name. Anders knew that patient - he was the too-young 'Watch' commander who'd greeted him his first day. Some croney of Mustang's, no doubt. Anders' ingrained suspicion of authority - especially self-appointed authority - made his eyes narrow carefully at Flynn's still-calm face. ]

You're that Watch boy I spoke with earlier, aren't you? [ It was stupid and irrational in a world without magic, but Anders' every nerve was whispering 'templar'. His free hand briefly gripped empty air, itching for a staff. ]

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[The word 'boy' made him bristle, but that slight hand movement made him straighten up, eyes sharp and professional. He had been around fighters long enough to know a unconscious weapon grasp when he saw it. Flynn had seen Anders' conversation with Roy about him- being looked down on for his age was nothing new to him. But that grasp made him wonder if something deeper was going on here, and his instincts were reacting with more cold aggression then he knew he should.]

Yes, I'm Flynn. I'm glad to see you've settled in.

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[ Anders can't say he's surprised by Flynn's reaction, though he does raise an eyebrow at the quiet intensity of it. ]

I wouldn't call it settled, but I suppose I should count my blessings.

[ His voice tries for cold and neutral, but there's a hint of unwarranted resentment in it even so.

Despite all his hostility, though, Anders' healer instincts take temporary precedence over his authority issues. He releases Flynn's arm and waves him over to an examination table while starting a quest for supplies. ] Sit down and keep your sleeve rolled up. Don't pick at the scab.

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[He follows orders, arm held still. Still, he watches Anders closely]

I suppose none of us can really feel settled here, no matter how long we've been stuck here. Let alone a newcomer.

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[ Anders returned quickly enough with supplies in hand - disinfectant, gauze, a bandage, and a curved needle already threaded. It was likely not the most comforting thing to behold, considering the tension. ]

I'll miss the comforts of home, [ Anders's face screws up briefly in a sarcastic little smirk - lack of magic notwithstanding, he's living better in Death City then he ever did in Kirkwall, ] but I don't suppose there's much point in dwelling on it.

[ He set his supplies down and prepped a cotton ball with peroxide. Serah Watson had been kind enough to get him acquainted with the unfamiliar but incredible useful potions available in Death city. ] Are you going to require an arm rest? I need you steady, and this is going to sting more than a bit. [ There is not even the smallest trace of smug enjoyment in his voice, certainly not. ]

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[If Anders was hoping for Flynn to flinch at the sight of the tools or the request for him to stay still, then he was going to be sadly disappointed. While magic was a wonderful thing, he had grown up with much dirtier tools when it came to emergency medicine (and perhaps if both of them knew this they would be getting along better: Flynn remembered doctors occasionally coming down to the Lower Quarter to help those that couldn't even afford a few apple gels), and only watched him with a steely gaze, not even looking down at his arm as he help it out. His hold was strong and still, like an iron bar, teeth slightly gritted.]

I'll be fine.

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[ Anders narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at the show of resolve, but otherwise didn't react. Stubborn patients were always so bothersome, especially when they wore plate armor and carried a shield. ]

As you wish. [ Their little verbal prodding match aside, there was an injury to tend to, and Anders wasn't so stubbornly callous that he'd ignore his instincts to heal and soothe. He took hold of Flynn's forearm with one hand, and started cleaning the dried blood off with the peroxide in the other. While he couldn't force himself to make a patient uncomfortable, even when annoyed, it was unlikely the minor scouring effect of the peroxide or the removal of the still-forming scab would feel particularly pleasant even so. ]

Training accident, or are you just not very popular?

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The former. I should hope that anyone here that I was especially unpopular with would be diligent enough to either hit me somewhere more vital or at least much more painful.

[Speaking of which, his teeth grit a bit more at the cleaning, but that's all... for now]

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[ Ah, dammit, but that gets a brief snort of laughter out of Anders. It doesn't upset the careful, practiced motions of his hands, though, or his carefully neutral expression. ]

It's not as though there's much guarantee that your anti-fans will be competent. [ There might be the tiniest of smirks at the corner of his mouth, but it's a small thing.

Cleaning done, Anders reaches for the needle, coating it briefly in disinfectant gel, which would also function as lubricant. He takes hold of Flynn's upper forearm again, his arm parallel to the younger man's, and pulls his thumb across the skin to check for elasticity. As Anders had suspected, the sword-trained muscles in Flynn's arm pulled his skin almost too taught - once again, this would be so much simpler with magic. ]

This will hurt, but try not to tense up or the stitches might pucker. [ And with that he'll just get to work, as quickly and painlessly as he can manage. ]

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[Flynn doesn't look at the work, head turned away in a way that looks like it's a step away from twisted. And he hisses, oh god he hisses. But this isn't his first field dressing]

Well, I guess it's too much to ask... for decent assassination attempts these days.

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[ The grimace and hiss is expected, but otherwise Anders is moderately impressed by Flynn's resolve. Not that that means much - of course templars and their ilk are trained to be stony and emotionless.

Still, his stitches are steady and sure, and it's over in less than a minute. ]

It seems like this city is lacking in a great deal of things, [ Anders notes, tying off the thread with a few practiced twists. He slathers the suture with another glob of healing poultice (Dr. Watson had called it 'antibiotic cream') and starts fishing around for a large bandage and a roll of gauze. ] Like magic and free will.

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I will agree with the magic bit.

[And he doesn't say one way or the othe ron the 'free will'. Part of him guesses that this is a conversation that can not go anywhere good. If Anders presses, then he will rush forward like a starving dog to a bone, but he will not start it- the best he can offer to his beleagered sense of diplomacy.]