CRYSTALS | Open

[aestivation]

FORM: crystal
SENDER: ya boy
RECIPIENT: all of you
WHAT: is your sending crystal running you better go catch it
WHEN: vaguely Post-Island
WHERE: kirkwall
NOTES: i'm cool with transitioning this into a mini-log if anyone actually wants to go look!

A sending crystal is missing from the storerooms.

[ the inflection's shallow, and oddly-placed — as though someone speaking across a great, flat distance. ]

The assignment records were last updated three days ago; they don't account for its absence. I've completed a search of the Gallows towers, excluding restricted and residential areas.

[ not for lack of trying. no one spoke of privacy before the rebellion. ]

I’d ask your escort through these, or barring this, that you keep an eye open within any shared living quarters and workspaces. If you've information to contribute, please inform Casimir Lyov, in Research.

I am, [ a pause. ] distinctive.

Comments

[aestivation]

Your own rooms will be necessary, as well as those of any affiliated organizations or projects.

[ remembered courtesies, ]

Thank you.

[justice_is_blond]

[His voice goes slightly wry. It's not paranoia if you really are being watched constantly...]

I see. My rooms in particular because I've offered, or because you were directed to search my rooms? And either way, where do I find you for this?

[aestivation]

You've been issued a sending crystal, which grants you access to the storerooms.

[ if the inquisition grounds can be declared clear of any hidden stashes or misplaced crystals, the search may be turned elsewhere: to its members, and to the city beyond. ]

I'm currently within an alcove off the main library, where the prisoner often works.

[ not at the moment. he's been inspecting the chains on a rather different assignment (best to be efficient in these matters) ]

to the actionmobile!

[justice_is_blond]

[Not personal. That's a nice turn of events.]

I'm on my way.

[It's not too much longer before he's in the library, looking around for and locating a Tranquil in the corner. The brand hurts, but he's good at covering for that. He's covered for it for over a decade now.]

Are you Casimir? I'm Anders. I hope you're not allergic to cats or mabari.

[aestivation]

I wouldn't know.

[ his encounters with either have been few and far between. he sets down the cuffs with a soft clink, straightens from the desk he's been expecting.

(likely unnecessary, to bolt it to the floor, but he's heard there was some incident with the younger one) ]

Anders, [ he repeats, as confirmation: not an oh you but a yes i heard you clearly. his smile is thin, slight; infinitely calm. it doesn't move with the rest of his face. ] Do you work with the kennels?

[ anders is dressed as a mage, but there'd been few enough hands the past years at hasmal — everyone was needed for upkeep. from appearances, the inquisition is little different. ]

[justice_is_blond]

[The question gets a chuckle joined with a slightly sad smile. He knows the question wasn't meant as a joke but he wishes there'd been a chance of it.]

No. I work as a healer. But I've a cat and my partner has a mabari, so I thought to check before we went in to my rooms.

[He nods his head in the direction of the door.]</small? Shall we start there first? And if you've a reaction I can assist with it.

[aestivation]

Ah,

[ anders is laughing, which means he's uncomfortable, or casimir's said something out of place. a space in the conversation to draw back towards more familiar ground, before the dunes wash out and away.

something relevant to the subject: ]

I assisted Hasmal's healers when required. [ by their work. by others' need. by that sensation at the back of his mind that flares, sometimes, when he tries to hold to certain thoughts. ] They didn't keep animals.

[ there'd been a paper he read once upon leeches; not an acceptable method for circle use.

the walk out and through the courtyard isn't as eventful as it might be, or perhaps he's just not paying particularly close attention (to maintain a pace relevant to anders, an eye to his search, to account for another mind — his surroundings slip). they're there in short enough order, and it only occurs to him once they've arrived to wonder whether, ]

Your partner. Are they within?

[ he hopes not. it would be distracting. ]

[justice_is_blond]

He's not.

[He's really not prepared to share a room with a Tranquil and Nate at the same time. Bad enough that they're in the Gallows.]

The cat might make a bolt for it. Don't be startled.

[Casimir isn't simple, he reminds himself. It would be easier if that was all that was going on, but there's no luck there. Sure enough, as soon as he opens the door Purrelden is darting out... but also up, climbing up Anders' robes. He gives her a smile as she gets settled and gestures for Casimir to go in.]

The little mabari is on the bed, curled up there by the pillow. If you don't have to disturb her, I'd appreciate it. But if you do, be gentle and she'll be gentle back.

[The rest of the room is pretty tidy, a desk with a lot of notes and some bundles of dried herbs tied together, a fireplace that's currently gone out, a table with two chairs, and a large wardrobe are a majority of the furniture. There's few places to hide anything to start with, which is in part deliberate. If anyone gets the idea to toss his rooms, it'll be easy enough to put back together.]