fourtieth labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

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[inherbones]

[Guess who'll be calmly waiting in the hall? Why, your bestest friend ever! She only rolls her eyes as she strolls forward to help.]

I did warn you.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix staggers and clutches at the doorway. He's slightly singed but otherwise whole. The look in his eyes, however, gives one the impression that it might not be exactly Tia that he's seeing]

No...you're dead...

[inherbones]

[This is what happens when you don't listen to your betters.]

I am many t'ings, but dead is not one of dem. Nor shall it ever be.

[She'll be trying to steady him. If he loses it, she's just knocking him out. She can carry him just as well conscious or unconscious. :| ]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix isn't about to be that cooperative. He wrenches his arm from her grip and backs up into the main foyer of the headquarters.]

Stay back...

[ofkirkwall]

For the love of Andraste's tits, was that what I think it was? Did someone stupidly think it was good idea to play with raw lyrium?

[lord_wizard]

[Absolutely not. It was processed. Otherwise he'd be dead right now, instead of just, you know, crazy]

The light cannot hold him for long...

[Were you expecting coherency?]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Oh good she's got less of a reason to punch him.

Slow clap... ] I do hope you enjoy that little case of lyrium madness you've got there.

[lord_wizard]

Madness? [Well that almost sounded lucid, if confused]

No...they said I was cured.

[twisted_baroque]

[Dextera hears the explosion but it's Felix's voice that really gets him worried. of all the times he's spoken with the man, he's never sounded like this. even inside Dextera's head he sounded calm.

so the mute's going to try and find him, even if he really doesn't exactly know where to go.]

[lord_wizard]

[He'll be sorry later, Dextera. /sob]

[twisted_baroque]

[he'll want to know why later on. right now he's more worried about finding his not-so sane boss, even if he has to look through the whole darn castle.]

Ignore happy icon, is angry/worried D:<

[wishmadeinfire]

[It seemed, per usual, Ashura had his journal opening listening for things from Felix, by Felix, concerning Felix. It was sort of a half-habit, given the man so often liked to isolate himself of late and he wanted to keep worried tabs without being obtrusive.

So guess what he heard and has him running out his room without pausing to think on his status as a king or anything else for that matter. He was just worried for Felix. He had been working in his work room today, yes? So that was where he was headed as he more or less calls into the journal -]

Are there healers? If there is a healer nearby, head for the Gadmium Tower immediately.

here, Cross will provide the angry icon for you :D

[echivoc]

[you sure are going to run into your other favorite redhead on your way to that tower, Ashura. right at the stairs, too!]

And what exactly was he messing with?

Such a good man, Cross /nods/ It'll be our little secret

[wishmadeinfire]

I have no idea, but that loud a noise cannot mean anything good.

awesome

[echivoc]

Indeed.

[radiantwinged1]

[ He felt that. It wasn't Aer, or Mana, but he felt it, it was magic. And it didn't feel like it had happened right. The surge was.. wrong, somehow, in a way that didn't feel like an out of control Krene or the abused powers of the Child of the Full Moon. ]

What was that? [ Duke takes his journal with him as he heads down the Satis tower toward where that surge had been. ]

[wishmadeinfire]

Are you a friend of Felix's then?

[Said as he makes his way for the Gadmium Tower.]

[radiantwinged1]

.... Who? [ That's either "who is speaking to him", or "who is felix", or perhaps both. ]

I felt the ... [ increase? surge? explosion? ] anomaly.. ... Someone was in it? [ Might be able to spot the blind guy trying to find the entrance to that tower. ]

[wishmadeinfire]

Yes, someone was in it, and I believe they are in trouble. If you can help you are welcome, otherwise please remain out of the way so that those that might help him may do their work.