"Is that how he put it?" Redvers says to Cedric—right, Cedric—as he slides his hand in to shake. "Feels the other way around most of the time. I've told him so."
More or less. Redvers' letters to the Templars on the front are 40 to 80 percent complaints, saved from outright whining by wryness of tone.
He doesn't ask Cedric what brings him here. Matching green hands answer that.
"How were things when you left?"
More or less. Redvers' letters to the Templars on the front are 40 to 80 percent complaints, saved from outright whining by wryness of tone.
He doesn't ask Cedric what brings him here. Matching green hands answer that.
"How were things when you left?"
( Straightforward, matter-of-fact, definitely with his metaphorical Head Healer hat on today: )
Keen. I’ve a matter to discuss whenever you have a moment. Somewhat delicate and medical in nature.
( The opening message is a little stiff and stilted. )
Keen. I’ve a matter to discuss whenever you have a moment. Somewhat delicate and medical in nature.
( The opening message is a little stiff and stilted. )
[ Conversely, not stiff and stilted at all, and sounding like maybe he rolled over out of a light nap to pick up the crystal from his nightstand. Because he did. ]
Uveamomuh.
[ A clearing of the throat. An inaudible jaw wiggle. ]
Sorry. I've a moment now. Strange?
[ Just checking. Only so good at telling people he doesn't know well apart by voice alone. The accent helps narrow the field considerably, though. ]
Uveamomuh.
[ A clearing of the throat. An inaudible jaw wiggle. ]
Sorry. I've a moment now. Strange?
[ Just checking. Only so good at telling people he doesn't know well apart by voice alone. The accent helps narrow the field considerably, though. ]
Yep, sorry. Strange here. ( With Stark gone, they’re one down re: Middle-Aged American Men With Marvel Mouth cadence. He takes a deep breath, then, levelly: )
So, I know this might be between you and the Chantry, but I’d like to speak with you about lyrium. I was wondering if you could tell me what sort of dosage and frequency you’re on. While you must stay with Riftwatch out of necessity, we want to make sure we have what you need— that if supplies become hard to obtain, or if, say, you’re incapacitated and unable to administer it yourself, as Head Healer, I want to ensure that you’re still able to get what you need. To do that, I need to know how much and how often.
( —and to be trusted to administer it, but let’s try this first question first. )
So, I know this might be between you and the Chantry, but I’d like to speak with you about lyrium. I was wondering if you could tell me what sort of dosage and frequency you’re on. While you must stay with Riftwatch out of necessity, we want to make sure we have what you need— that if supplies become hard to obtain, or if, say, you’re incapacitated and unable to administer it yourself, as Head Healer, I want to ensure that you’re still able to get what you need. To do that, I need to know how much and how often.
( —and to be trusted to administer it, but let’s try this first question first. )
Mmhm.
[ Thoughtful, with a touch of skepticism—Strange's very sound and considerate reasons here being somewhat undermined by the only other conversations Redvers has had about this coming from mages with agendas. ]
If I'm ever incapacitated long enough for that to be a real problem, I'd rather you go ahead and put me out of my misery.
[ Thoughtful, with a touch of skepticism—Strange's very sound and considerate reasons here being somewhat undermined by the only other conversations Redvers has had about this coming from mages with agendas. ]
If I'm ever incapacitated long enough for that to be a real problem, I'd rather you go ahead and put me out of my misery.
Edited (waves hands) 2024-03-05 05:35 (UTC)
Cheerfully:
"Shitshow," That’s no secret, or they wouldn't have called in Kirkwall. Trevis was ugly, but it was ugly along a plan. Everything in the desert has just been - "Yeah, a shitshow."
His expression sobers.
"Can’t say I’m sorry you missed it, Vints managed to stall us half the winter. Lot of wasted swords."
Some buried in their own army, but that doesn't bear mention. Can't say whether the abominations made it to Wallace's letters. Another knight wouldn't have made or broken the line -
Just, could sound that way to someone stuck down South.
"Shitshow," That’s no secret, or they wouldn't have called in Kirkwall. Trevis was ugly, but it was ugly along a plan. Everything in the desert has just been - "Yeah, a shitshow."
His expression sobers.
"Can’t say I’m sorry you missed it, Vints managed to stall us half the winter. Lot of wasted swords."
Some buried in their own army, but that doesn't bear mention. Can't say whether the abominations made it to Wallace's letters. Another knight wouldn't have made or broken the line -
Just, could sound that way to someone stuck down South.
[ The arch of an incredulous eyebrow. ]
Say you’re at the tail end of your dose right before a re-up, when you catch a fever which leaves you bedridden for a week, shaky and unable to work the philter. You’d want to be shuffled off the board? For a fever?
Or you come back from an unexpectedly extended mission: already in withdrawal but salvation’s just a few minutes away, and all it needs is a healer to administer the cure.
There are so many ways this might happen. It’s smart to have contingencies.
Say you’re at the tail end of your dose right before a re-up, when you catch a fever which leaves you bedridden for a week, shaky and unable to work the philter. You’d want to be shuffled off the board? For a fever?
Or you come back from an unexpectedly extended mission: already in withdrawal but salvation’s just a few minutes away, and all it needs is a healer to administer the cure.
There are so many ways this might happen. It’s smart to have contingencies.
[ Operation Fuck Off Out Of My Business: critical failure.
He exhales like a horse. ]
It's usually a daily draught. The spoons they give us in the kit, it's more or less a standard size—one of those worth of lyrium.
I've had to go without before. Sometimes I skip just to help with not building up a tolerance. Last time, four days is when it started to be a serious problem. But not a deadly one.
[ He could quit.
If he were a QUITTER. ]
He exhales like a horse. ]
It's usually a daily draught. The spoons they give us in the kit, it's more or less a standard size—one of those worth of lyrium.
I've had to go without before. Sometimes I skip just to help with not building up a tolerance. Last time, four days is when it started to be a serious problem. But not a deadly one.
[ He could quit.
If he were a QUITTER. ]
Good, thank you. ( Taking notes. The scratch of a quill. They’re not detailed, but 1D is easy enough to jot down. )
And the interspersed skipping, that’s a good idea. Even if you’re not full-on quitting, you can at least wean yourself down, stretch out that period to give yourself some flexibility — prevent yourself from reaching the point of diminishing returns.
And the interspersed skipping, that’s a good idea. Even if you’re not full-on quitting, you can at least wean yourself down, stretch out that period to give yourself some flexibility — prevent yourself from reaching the point of diminishing returns.
You read my mail?
[ He's not surprised. Just obliged to register at least that much protest, in a tone that suggests he's also a little flattered. Just a little. ]
My memory isn't what it used to be, but I sent a few. Mother Leonarda was one. She's living in Ostwick now, [ with Starkhaven gone. ] I think the others all went to the front.
[ He's not surprised. Just obliged to register at least that much protest, in a tone that suggests he's also a little flattered. Just a little. ]
My memory isn't what it used to be, but I sent a few. Mother Leonarda was one. She's living in Ostwick now, [ with Starkhaven gone. ] I think the others all went to the front.
We review the destination of most outgoing correspondence.
[ Is a lie, but delivered with a note of mild, dry exasperation, as if this is a thing she's had to explain many times before and suspects this will not be the last. Anyway. Good enough. ]
Have you any concerns about your fellow Templars' identity, or means to verify it?
[ Is a lie, but delivered with a note of mild, dry exasperation, as if this is a thing she's had to explain many times before and suspects this will not be the last. Anyway. Good enough. ]
Have you any concerns about your fellow Templars' identity, or means to verify it?
None at present. Thank you for your cooperation.
( Phew. Success. )
( Phew. Success. )
[ Does he want to have this conversation? Nope. But Vanya's uniquely unqualified, and Barrow wouldn’t get it, and he's got the uncomfortable suspicion this is maybe round three. Could use some advice. ]
D'you ever, [ He's shuffling the cards longer than needful. ] You ever had someone — mage, I mean — get th'wrong idea?
D'you ever, [ He's shuffling the cards longer than needful. ] You ever had someone — mage, I mean — get th'wrong idea?
[ The flicker of amusement—let's say avuncular, more than paternalistic—is only a flicker before Redvers looks appropriately serious. ]
Now and then. I used to be handsome,
[ has the unbothered air of a joke, an unspoken if you can believe it, whippersnapper. No underlying self esteem issue. He knows what he looks like. ]
Why?
Now and then. I used to be handsome,
[ has the unbothered air of a joke, an unspoken if you can believe it, whippersnapper. No underlying self esteem issue. He knows what he looks like. ]
Why?
[ Uh-huh, sketches his brow — comedic, above two working eyes — ]
'S been a couple times now. Dunno if I oughta just ignore it, [ Finally deals. Glances a bad hand, ] Or try and say something.
'S been a couple times now. Dunno if I oughta just ignore it, [ Finally deals. Glances a bad hand, ] Or try and say something.
[ Redvers nods while he examines his hand, but he's only quiet for a moment before he thinks aloud instead. A privilege of talking to another Templar, that he can do that. ]
Used to be I'd tell you to pass it up the chain and have your schedule changed.
[ Not directly relevant, except for admitting his rote package of solutions is no longer useful and they're going to have to talk it out. ]
Weird situation now—where you don't have any power over them, but you might again later. It leaves a lot more room for argument if you try to tell them you can't instead of that you don't want to.
Used to be I'd tell you to pass it up the chain and have your schedule changed.
[ Not directly relevant, except for admitting his rote package of solutions is no longer useful and they're going to have to talk it out. ]
Weird situation now—where you don't have any power over them, but you might again later. It leaves a lot more room for argument if you try to tell them you can't instead of that you don't want to.
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Dunno that they're used to thinking on it. Reckon that's half the problem.
[ rifters and vints. things might've gone different there, if he didn't know artemaeus for a mage. but he does know, and so he knows better, and he still isn't sure benedict does. and sure, he might've misread tav — his skull was still half-cracked. he might be missing ness now.
but he's pretty sure he's right. ]
Can say I don't want to. Just worry about setting them up for wrong if someone does. Don't want no one looking back and thinking, right, that was fucked.
[ rifters and vints. things might've gone different there, if he didn't know artemaeus for a mage. but he does know, and so he knows better, and he still isn't sure benedict does. and sure, he might've misread tav — his skull was still half-cracked. he might be missing ness now.
but he's pretty sure he's right. ]
Can say I don't want to. Just worry about setting them up for wrong if someone does. Don't want no one looking back and thinking, right, that was fucked.
Right.
[ There's a faint smile with his nod. He'd have liked Cedric around—though not when he was a young man himself, maybe, slouching at his post and playing dice with the mages when no one was around to scold him. Would have been better for him then, though. ]
You could always ask one of the angrier mages to have a word with them.
[ Wry, but not entirely a joke. Bad idea might be more convincing from Marcus than from Cedric. ]
But who knows what other words they'd throw in.
[ There's a faint smile with his nod. He'd have liked Cedric around—though not when he was a young man himself, maybe, slouching at his post and playing dice with the mages when no one was around to scold him. Would have been better for him then, though. ]
You could always ask one of the angrier mages to have a word with them.
[ Wry, but not entirely a joke. Bad idea might be more convincing from Marcus than from Cedric. ]
But who knows what other words they'd throw in.
'S an idea,
[ thinks how that would go: dear commander, been a minute since you melted anyone i knew into slag. you keep looking past me like a fly in your ear, only some of the others been looking too long, and was hoping you’d tell them all the worst shit happened here to make it easier. you know. when we're friends working together,
(maybe this is the problem. that cedric is a little too friendly with them.)
he pushes out a breath. nut up, champ. ]
Reckon I gotta try first. Send 'em to Voss or something if it don't sink in. Thanks.
[ thinks how that would go: dear commander, been a minute since you melted anyone i knew into slag. you keep looking past me like a fly in your ear, only some of the others been looking too long, and was hoping you’d tell them all the worst shit happened here to make it easier. you know. when we're friends working together,
(maybe this is the problem. that cedric is a little too friendly with them.)
he pushes out a breath. nut up, champ. ]
Reckon I gotta try first. Send 'em to Voss or something if it don't sink in. Thanks.
Edited 2024-09-08 03:54 (UTC)
Well, I intend to say a lot of words. But the danger is presently hypothetical.
The Venatori anchors. I think it a matter of time until certain of them, mn. Evolve. The shields and rays some of our own exhibit. We need to know if those may be disrupted.
The Venatori anchors. I think it a matter of time until certain of them, mn. Evolve. The shields and rays some of our own exhibit. We need to know if those may be disrupted.
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