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<dismas> CW FOR JUST UH. FENRIS'S DRAMATIC ASS AND SUICIDE REQUEST???

[chardismastic]

okay well if that ends up being the case
and you're permanently fucked over by a cheery demon

sure i'll kill you

but how about we wait a little while and see what happens, huh

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

thank you rafe

[He feels slightly better now. But only slightly.]

if none of this is permanent then i hope it wont last much longer

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

yeah don't mention it

[ not because they're friends but because this is up in the most unsettling conversations he's ever had in his life. ]

you want to discuss some of this prior mindfuck you mentioned off the cuff there, pal

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

it was a demon we encountered in a mages dream

its a shameful memory

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

Naturally, [ he says out loud, a floor away. ] Just hanging out in someone's dreams. Sounds like Tuesday.

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you don't consider it a little ironic that you got mindfucked while fucking around someone else's head?

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

[Can you hear this long suffering sigh from a floor away?????????????]

there are several levels of irony to what transpired that night and none of them are lost on me thank you

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

[ yes, don't make him come up there. ]

so then explain it to me

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

[Just let him sigh.]

i told you its a shameful memory

hawke received a letter from a young mages mother asking him for help from the demons who put him into a coma. so she called on the help of the dalish to perform a ritual which allowed us to enter his dreams to defeat the demons trying to wrest control of him

hawke could only take so many people with him and i was one of them

[And he remembers clearly how he blamed Hawke for that afterwards. Why him of all people? ]

i fell prey to a demons temptations and turned on hawke

[The magic hater, the demon hater, so many levels of irony the others didn't let him live down.]

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

look at it this way

the way this place works at least this gives you some kind of control over telling it rather than waking up one and finding it's slapped up on a downtown billboard or something

[ hmmmmm how best to say "wish it'd been a permanent turn on that son of a bitch" ]

why did you go with him?

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

perhaps

[Don't say it at all!]

what do you mean? because he wanted me to go

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

[ except it kind of really absolutely definitely needs saying because fuck that guy. ]

but you hate most magic shit

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

[He sees where this is going, therefore his first instinct is to get defensive.]

yes, how observant of you to notice

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

it's okay, i know it's kinda subtle

the way a bellowing stampede is a minor disturbance

[ hence why rafe is staying in his room and not going up there with mr. claws and horns. ]

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

a testament to your observational skills

[Can we be done talking about this now???]

<dismas>

[chardismastic]

[ yeah, you wish. ]

so why didn't you just say no

<shartan>

[magicalglowstick]

because he asked me to go

action;

[chardismastic]

[ Fenris may think that the radio silence that follows means he's out of the woods on this, that Rafe has decided discretion is the better part of valor and respected his partner's obvious wish to just drop the whole thing.

Fat fucking chance.

No, Rafe has just been a bit busy reading some other content on the network this evening. ]

Hey, you want to hear something else crazy going on today?

[ Called as Rafe ascends the stairs into the garret attic that Fenris has made his own, laptop balanced on one arm. ]

There's some dumbass right on the network, stole your username and everything, says he's going to be leaving the house to see Javert at the prison.

[ And he shuts the laptop with a quiet click while staring down at a certain pile of blue stupid. ]

I mean, obviously that's not you because did we not just make a fucking plan to not go out and thus avoid this particular pot of crazy?

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris was right in the middle of closing his laptop and removing himself from his nest of blankets and stuffed mabari in the corner when Rafe ascends the stairs. Like a teenager caught trying to sneak out before they can even make a move he rolls his eyes and huffs out a sigh, knowing full well how ridiculous he's being, to be completely honest.]

The plan as changed, [he offers simply.] I must check on Javert.

[chardismastic]

Oh, you must.

[ One moment, opening his computer again to read: ]

"Why would you go alone?"

[magicalglowstick]

That was different.

[Because it's not important what happens to him.]

If his mind is not his own then I can't stand by and do nothing.

[chardismastic]

[ Yes. So clearly different — because it's about Fenris instead of Rafe, because Fenris is so much more capable and thus would be fine as a solo act but Rafe needs babysitting? Is that it? ]

...Uh huh. So then clearly the option is to stand next to him and do... [ He pauses, waiting for Fenris to tell him what exactly he plans on attempting in this bullshit crazy scheme. ] What, exactly? Scowl him back to sanity?

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris scoffs, turning to face the nearest window with his arms crossed.]

Don't be foolish. I would do whatever must be done. But I would need to see him first to know what that is.

[He pauses, knowing that doesn't exactly answer anything.]

If something took his mind and body as I suspect then there is one mercy I can grant him.

[chardismastic]

[ Yeah, sulk harder. Maybe that'll find you a leg to stand on. ]

So you're going to go over there and if in your infinite wisdom of dealing with weird shit you can't find anything else, you'll stab him. [ Snapping his laptop shut again. ] Solid idea there, partner.

[magicalglowstick]

[Fenris huffs indignantly — and for a moment he could swear that the flow of air leaving his nostrils left them burning slightly.]

That is not what I'm saying at all. I'm going over there to assess the situation and if he becomes dangerous only then will I do what needs to be done.

If not, then perhaps I can talk him back from this madness.

[chardismastic]

And if you get caught up? Who's going to talk you back?

[ Do not count on him leaving this house and getting drunk on whatever's out there in the air. ]

Way a partnership works, in case you're forgetting? Needs two heads sticking together on a goddamn plan rather than splitting up to do some stupid shit. Like this.