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[meds4sale]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: The Medicine Seller
RECIPIENT: Open
WHAT: The Medicine Seller breaks in his year old sending crystal to announce the death of a friend.
WHEN: Evening of Guardian 22nd
WHERE: From Darktown
NOTES: Death mentions

Kit Gandir has ...

[He hesitates - not his usual long pause where he seems to forget that he's talking, but genuinely hesitates as though to find the right words.]

He is dead.

[Might as well be straightforward about it. He's got a vice grip on his emotions now - his voice sounds even more monotone than ever.]

...I would request some aid in moving the body to a more appropriate location. There is quite a bit of blood.

Comments

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

I.

What.

How?

I mean ... yeah. I'll, ah. I'll help move him. Uhm. Where - where did it happen?

[Flash of anger.] Who did this?

[meds4sale]

If you want names, I cannot give them. I do not know who they were.

[...Beyond probably being Coterie, but there are so many gangs in Kirkwall they could have been anyone.]

However...


...Now is not the time.


His body is not even cold.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Right ... right. Okay. Just tell me where and I will be there shortly.

[meds4sale]

Near the clinic.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

I'm on my way.

[justice_is_blond]

What?

[There's shock in his voice; he's not quite processing the words yet.]

Where? Are you sure? I...

[meds4sale]

I am sure.

[He saw Kit get stabbed. He died in his arms.]

We are near your clinic.

[justice_is_blond]

[He makes a choked noise. He cannot be there at all hours, and now a friend has died who maybe he could have saved if he'd only been there. Knowing everything is impossible, saving everyone is impossible, but this still feels like a new failure.]

I'm, I'm on my way. Would you like to get him in the Clinic itself? There's cots in the back.

[meds4sale]

For now.


...I am not sure how dwarves deal with their dead.

to action?

[justice_is_blond]

The Stone. There's something about the stone.

[He'd gotten pieces from Sigrun, sometimes added to by Oghren.]

They don't burn their dead, I know that much. But there's a lot of Dwarves in this city. Someone will tell us. We just... We can't mention that he's Legion of the Dead when asking, I don't think.

to action!

[meds4sale]

I see.

We can speak more on the matter... later.


[Anders will find him and what was formerly Kit tucked away in a small alcove near the clinic. He's covered in the dwarf's blood and holding the body protectively like a cat might with a treasured toy.]

[justice_is_blond]

[He doesn't even have to cast when he sees them. Kit's body lays in Medicine Seller's grip, limp and empty. There's no reason to hope. Anders kneels next to them, quiet, heart hurting as the sight drives everything home.]

I...

[Kit had made Darktown a pleasant prospect to visit. There'd always been work, but Kit could have dropped by on any day and it makes the place feel so much emptier already.]

Let me help you, [he says finally.] Let's get him somewhere warmer.

[Anders holds out his hands, offering help carrying. Medicine Seller is holding Kit's body close - he may not want help - but Anders desperately wants to at least do something no matter how late he is.]

private

[nadasharillen]

[The small scuffing sounds of someone getting to their feet, and then Nari's voice comes through low and even]

I'm coming. Where are you.

Re: private

[meds4sale]

Darktown, near Anders clinic.

(are we all congregating somewhere?)

[nadasharillen]

As fast as I'm able.

[onlyhymns]

[A swift intake of breath.]

...where?

[meds4sale]

Darktown.

[Not the most unusual place to get shanked, really.]

[onlyhymns]

I'll... I'll be there shortly. [To his house, no doubt, since 'Darktown' is pretty vague.]

[meds4sale]

Take care - I am not sure how much our assailants are out for blood.

[altusimperius]

[meds4sale]

[limier]

Are you yet in danger?

[ an inappropriate location could mean a lot of things, and dead's not getting any deader. ]

[meds4sale]

No.

When you search for the culprits, be on the lookout for those dealing with partial blindness.

The flash I set off may have been a little


...


...strong.

[A small and petty revenge - their attackers had their lives and Kit was dead. But he still hoped he might have done some permanent damage at least.]

[limier]

[ that the when's an if doesn't bear correcting; it's nothing his friends need to hear. gandir held standing enough that some reprisal may be necessary, and she's seen enough of beleth to think it likely — the trouble is keeping anyone from fatal stupidity in the interim. ]

It is something to go upon. [ she agrees, debates a moment whether to gentle her tone. probably even the medicine seller has feelings tucked away somewhere. probably it would also be pointless. ] Speak with Ashara, when she has returned. Do you think this random, or targeted?

Private

[meds4sale]

It is not the first time Kit and I have run into




...trouble. We are not popular among the gangs down here.

They were organized and knew our movements well enough to set up an ambush.

private 4 evr

[limier]

[ fucksakes. and take a wild guess whether he's been paying any attention to the curfew —

his prior answer may as well be irrelevant. still in danger, then. and too likely to run if recalled to the gallows as he ought to be. ]

Avoid the house. It is where I would look first. Commit all details you can recall to page; we will require a copy.

[faithlikeaseed]

[A small, wretched noise starts off the message--Myr shouldn't even have turned on the crystal until he had control of himself but grief destroys other considerations.] Maker's breath, Kit--

[Everything in him cries out to go--to Darktown, where he'd only gone with Kit, where he'd been forbidden from going on his own. Where it's likely he'd end up another body for someone else to mourn over, to move somewhere safer.]

I'll be no use out there, [miserably; he wishes he could be, wishes he could go,] but if there's anything I can do from the Gallows--or after-- [Whatever else he'd say trails off into something like a sob.]

[private] plz pretend this isnt late as balls

[arlathvhen]

[ Her voice hitches when she hears, a mix of a gasp and a choked sob, quickly muffled by her hand. Other people speak before she can gather words, and arrangements are made for the body. It takes a long time before she speaks. ]

Were you--Kit, um. He told me. About what the two of you did, in Darktown. I told him that it wasn't a problem--[ But it had been. She should've told him to heed caution. She should've made him do things legit, safely, in ways that didn't end up with him a bleeding corpse in the middle of Darktown. She should have been responsible. ]--Are one of those groups guilty?

And, ah. Are you al--no, you're not, but--[ She's rambling, a thousand fragments of thoughts flitting through her head, and she can only catch a handful. ]--Do you want me to come?