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thearena2015-05-28 10:22 pm
freedomscall) wrote in thearena2015-05-28 10:22 pm
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[Open to Tabris and Alistair]
Who| Anders, Alistair, Tabris
What| Anders fixing up Tabris in the woods, looking for Alistair
Where| A little ways into the forest
When| Some time after the Cornucopia- maybe day late day 1 or day 2?
Warnings/Notes| Nope!
He had run them through the forest for some time, the quiet of the place giving Anders chills. He'd stopped when his arms felt like burning, when he could no longer hear any scuffle, laying his elven friend down in a crevice created by some roots and moss.
With a heavy sigh of relief the man sat on the root next to her, unlacing the useless vest that had been added as an accessory to his costume. At least they'd let him stick with the feathery pauldons- not that they were very functional. At least he felt a little more at home in them. He tucked the vest under Revas' head, careful not to jostle her too much.
“We need to rest before we move on. Maker knows what's out there, and if I start throwing fire balls the both of us could end up in flames.” Anders gave the woman laying below him the best smile he could muster considering the chaos. “I really need to take a look at the damage, then we can get back to finding some help”.
Not that they were far off. He could hear the taint pulse through him quite clearly. Somewhere near by was the Warden they were looking for. Anders wasn't about to move any further in an attempt to find the man, though. Between the target hovering over him and the darkspawn blood in the pair, Alistair would have no problem finding them.
What| Anders fixing up Tabris in the woods, looking for Alistair
Where| A little ways into the forest
When| Some time after the Cornucopia- maybe day late day 1 or day 2?
Warnings/Notes| Nope!
He had run them through the forest for some time, the quiet of the place giving Anders chills. He'd stopped when his arms felt like burning, when he could no longer hear any scuffle, laying his elven friend down in a crevice created by some roots and moss.
With a heavy sigh of relief the man sat on the root next to her, unlacing the useless vest that had been added as an accessory to his costume. At least they'd let him stick with the feathery pauldons- not that they were very functional. At least he felt a little more at home in them. He tucked the vest under Revas' head, careful not to jostle her too much.
“We need to rest before we move on. Maker knows what's out there, and if I start throwing fire balls the both of us could end up in flames.” Anders gave the woman laying below him the best smile he could muster considering the chaos. “I really need to take a look at the damage, then we can get back to finding some help”.
Not that they were far off. He could hear the taint pulse through him quite clearly. Somewhere near by was the Warden they were looking for. Anders wasn't about to move any further in an attempt to find the man, though. Between the target hovering over him and the darkspawn blood in the pair, Alistair would have no problem finding them.
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"Thank you," She whispered. They needed to be quiet. Why? She wasn't sure, but she whispered anyway. "You saved my life, didn't you? Thank you. You're a good person." She leaned up on her elbows slightly, legs like useless weights attached to her hips. Not that her arms were much better, but at least she could feel them. And speaking of feeling, she looked out into the forest, her eyes intent.
"Someone is coming." She told him. She couldn't say how she knew. It was a strange thing, a pressure in her very blood. "I'm damaged. Hurt. That's the word. Everything hurts. You can run, if you want." It was hard to try to explain to him what she was trying to say. The thoughts just weren't translating into words like they were supposed to. But she knew one thing--She was a liability right then. For what? She didn't know. The person coming, maybe? It was hard to say. It was hard to think.
"The damage...My legs. They don't...feel. Like they aren't there."
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"...Tabris. Anders."
Dropping the stick, he pushed himself through the trees to his wife and her savior's side, pushing her hair out of the way to kiss her forehead. "You, did you use any Reaver abilities? Beserker powers?"
He shook his head, muttering under his breath that that didn't matter, that he had found her again, and that he had a couple of choice words with a couple of choice people. Eye contact was made with the ex-Warden healer, and Alistair straightened his back, not removing his arms from around the torso of the wounded woman.
"Anders. You're a healer, did you help her?" He looked down to her legs-- they looked bad, but they could definitely be worse. It was evident she had been healed by someone or something, and the only person within any kind of radius with Spirit Healing training and the desire to help her... was Anders.
"What am I saying, of course you helped her. Thank you, Anders. I owe you my life. A friend to Tabris is a friend to myself, no matter what the past held."
(Alistair approves +10)
We have to get out of here. Have you explored any? How far away from the Cornucopia are we?"
Calm down, Speed Racer.
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"Maker. You're gorgeous. Holy shit. Did you just kiss me? Do we know each other?" She glanced over to Anders, disbelief on her face. "He kissed me, did you see that?" And then back to Alistair. "I'm hurt. But after I'm done being hurt...Are you doing anything later...? Wow. You've got really nice eyes."
She couldn't remember what she was doing here, but she knew that this man was really pretty, and she was hoping he'd kiss her again.
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"Does she know that I'm her husband? And... is whatever this is... permanent? Anders, just what happened to her in the Cornucopia?"
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“I have no idea. I wasn't that close, I could barely make out what was happening out there. It looked like a blood bath. She went down and I waited for some bodies to clear out before I grabbed her.”
He rested a hand on Alistair's shoulder. “She seems to have a concussion, maybe some temporary memory loss. With some rest she should be fine, her memory should come back. I think it's partially shock”.
A timid smile crossed his lips, “And no, I won't be running anywhere, Commander.” Not this time anyways.
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"But he's right--" She gestured to Alistair here, "--You saved me. Thank you." She turned to Alistair, rubbing her legs. Little pinstricks of pain shot through them--A good sign, probably. "He's cool. I like him. Did you say you were my husband? Goddamn, how did I pull that off? You're, like. A solid 10." She stretched her arms out--They'd gotten most of their feeling back by now. And her head was feeling better, especially as they talked.
"This is a safe place to stay for now. The forest is littered with twigs and leaves and shit, we'll be able to hear anyone coming. Is that pointy stick supposed to be a weapon? What are you going to do, poke me in the eye?" They may have, in fact, wished that she had shut up a little more.
ooc. I THOUGHT I REPLIED TO THIS TOO
"Anders, we need to keep an eye on you. This Arena... awful things happen to those who use their powers. I don't dare think about conjuring Holy Fire at this point; since you've healed Tabris, no doubt they'll strike at you, too." He looks over to the blonde apostate, nodding as he stands, driving the stake into the ground underneath him.
"Tabris is right, though. We need to make a makeshift camp. We'll work with what we have."