[ he'll be in the mansion common room, doing his best to clean up - he's not bothering to hide really. burns run aross his arms and hands - both ice and fire, and a few specks on his face. and there's the various bruises from being bashed around, with deep dark raccoon eye bruises from his nose being broken yesterday. not to mention the deep, red strangulation marks.
looking over when she addresses him, and then nodding. ]
I am always myself, even when it's the other guy. [ he gets what she's asking though. are you not crazy right now. ] But yes.
[ she looks like she's not sure which injury to offer it for, her gaze shifting up and down, between the bruised face, burned arms, and everything else. ]
[ he'll follow. he isn't too bad on his feet, actually. ]
Justice.
.. He's a spirit of the Fade. The Fade is inhabited by demons and spirits, who reflect the worst and best of our sins and virtues. Fear, Pride, Sloth. Wisdom, Faith, Love. Most of them are fascinated by our world, crave it in some way or at least want to know more of it. Demons will seek to possess mages, either through force or trickery, take over their minds and puppet their bodies. It is one of the things we are trained against, and part of the reason people fear us so much. We are vulnerable to this, because when we sleep we walk the Fade.
We met a long time ago, when I was with the Grey Wardens. He was infuriating. Frustrating to talk to, stubborn beyond all measure. Brave, and true. Maybe brave is even the wrong word. He does not know fear, so there is no other way for him to be. I was afraid all the time. It's why I ran so much, from everything. He asked me once why I did not fight for the Mages and only helped myself, and I had no good answer. He was the first person to hear about the mages and react only with a desire to see justice for them instead of fear or doubt. He was my friend.
At the time, he was trapped outside of the Fade. A blood mage had torn him from his home and left him here, in the mundane world, with only a corpse to inhabit. We agreed that ... a willing host is different than an unwitting mage. And he is a spirit, not a demon. We could help each other to do the things we could not do alone.
[ a spirit could mimic an ancient hero as well, that's not out of the question at all. ]
I don't know that it's that distinct. We are one being, in one body. Or two beings, but it is impossible to find the point at which it stops being me, and starts being him.
That is curious, isn't it? That it returned at all?
I was warned that regaining powers too quickly in this place could be dangerous. You don't feel any ill effects from having it return and then fade again so suddenly, do you?
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Week 1, Sunday
Are you... yourself again?
[ her tone is gentle, as she looks to see how he's doing. ]
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looking over when she addresses him, and then nodding. ]
I am always myself, even when it's the other guy. [ he gets what she's asking though. are you not crazy right now. ] But yes.
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... Would you like something cold, for...
[ she looks like she's not sure which injury to offer it for, her gaze shifting up and down, between the bruised face, burned arms, and everything else. ]
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I should make sure the injury at my neck doesn't swell. It might not be a bad idea. I can walk with you.
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... Would it be all right if I ask about this "other guy"?
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Justice.
.. He's a spirit of the Fade. The Fade is inhabited by demons and spirits, who reflect the worst and best of our sins and virtues. Fear, Pride, Sloth. Wisdom, Faith, Love. Most of them are fascinated by our world, crave it in some way or at least want to know more of it. Demons will seek to possess mages, either through force or trickery, take over their minds and puppet their bodies. It is one of the things we are trained against, and part of the reason people fear us so much. We are vulnerable to this, because when we sleep we walk the Fade.
We met a long time ago, when I was with the Grey Wardens. He was infuriating. Frustrating to talk to, stubborn beyond all measure. Brave, and true. Maybe brave is even the wrong word. He does not know fear, so there is no other way for him to be. I was afraid all the time. It's why I ran so much, from everything. He asked me once why I did not fight for the Mages and only helped myself, and I had no good answer. He was the first person to hear about the mages and react only with a desire to see justice for them instead of fear or doubt. He was my friend.
At the time, he was trapped outside of the Fade. A blood mage had torn him from his home and left him here, in the mundane world, with only a corpse to inhabit. We agreed that ... a willing host is different than an unwitting mage. And he is a spirit, not a demon. We could help each other to do the things we could not do alone.
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A spirit of Justice... I'd wondered if he was something like an Archetype... a sort of ancient magic, embodying heroes of eld.
Then, the two of you now exist as two minds in one body?
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[ a spirit could mimic an ancient hero as well, that's not out of the question at all. ]
I don't know that it's that distinct. We are one being, in one body. Or two beings, but it is impossible to find the point at which it stops being me, and starts being him.
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But you are both comfortable with this arrangement?
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[ it is what it is? ]
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[ is that good or bad???
she holds out the ice pack for him. ]
Oh! Here. I hope that your injuries will not give you too much trouble...
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I'll be alright. I was a bit of a fool - I had my magic returned and didn't think to heal myself before it left again.
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I was warned that regaining powers too quickly in this place could be dangerous. You don't feel any ill effects from having it return and then fade again so suddenly, do you?
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So perhaps they are lying about that.
[ immediate conspiracy theories ... ]
There was also a feeling of compulsion, in that place. I ... could not really control myself for very long.
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[ worried. ]
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[ so. that's fun. ]
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... and it does lend some credence to the theories about "sin" being used to control us.