mayfield_rpg | eighth ; never going to another carnival ever

[ A : ACTION : 1251 WILLIAMS ROAD : MORNING ]

[ Warren is back! Awake, alive.

Also bleeding.

Yes, while his legs are no longer missing, he has fairly decent lacerations just above his knees, and the flow of blood really seems to not want to stop. He swears, hauling himself gingerly out of bed and towards the bathroom where he bandages himself up. Just as gingerly, he makes his way down to the kitchen, thinks better of it, and heads to the living room.

It seems to have taken its toll on him, because he collapses on the couch and falls back asleep. ]

[ B : PHONE CALL TO ANDERS : AFTERNOON ]

Please tell me you're around. I've got a problem... make that two problems.

[ C : PHONE CALL TO THE TOWN AT LARGE : AFTERNOON ]

I never did like carnivals all that much- now I suppose I have another reason entirely to hate them.

Did anyone find anything useful in that place? It was-- I almost want to call it a Mayfield prototype. New and small, and malfunctioning badly. I didn't... last long enough to really find anything.

[ A beat ]

I would also like to learn the name of the young man who shot me.

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[He blinks. Honestly, the mage just looks clueless until the explanation of 'portable phones'. At least he's been in Mayfield long enough to know what a 'phone' is, in itself.]

Then I suppose it truly is a joke...

[Hold up.]

Play... what?

... It's a stupid little game. I'll show you one day.

Right now I want to see if this other box makes up for the fact that I lost both my legs and got shot in the head.

... Shot in the head?

... I spent all night in the back yard of that house, slowly bleeding to death. I decided if someone found me and wasn't able to heal me, I'd ask them to kill me.

[ All this is said with nonchalance as he's inspecting the remaining box. He lifts it to test its weight. Hmmm ]

[He sort of stares. For a long beat. And then reaches over to touch his arm.]

I'm so... I'm so sorry. If I'd have been there... If I hadn't been so preoccupied elsewhere -- Maker's breath.

[Yes, Anders, it's all your fault, clearly.]

[ The gesture actually surprises him, and he blinks up at Anders. ]

It's okay. Really.

But the next time I go exploring, I'm taking you with me.

[There is nothing in his face but honest sympathy, and open regret.]

[The phrase "hook, line and sinker" comes to mind.]

Say the word. I'll be there.

[ A smile, and he lays a hand on Anders' arm ] Thank you.

... Now, let's see what we have here.

[He nods.]

Hopefully something more useful than the other one.

[ He tears into the box, and withdraws a large, well-worn book bound in black leather.

He just grins ]

This I can use.

[He blinks.]

Is... that a grimoire?

Is that what you'd call it? Me, I just call it a book.

Oh. I'm... sorry. I'd thought since you were a mage...

[And he has a big book similar to that one...]

I'm teasing, Anders.

[ He flips the book open, its pages are covered in runes, diagrams, and various instructions. ]

[... He's going to peek at it.]

And... you can read it?

For the most part. [ He flips to a certain page. ]

Can you use magic to... travel places?

Only to the Fade. And even then, it's typically only humans and elves who can go.

I think I'm about to enlighten you, then.

I can set up portals throughout the town- magical doorways, almost, that let me travel from one point to the next in only a few seconds.

You can do that? Even here?

We'll have to see.

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