02 - action

[justiceis_hard]

[Since the phone had raised more questions than it actually answered, the mage has struck out on his own this fine morning. He found a long coat in his closet -- granted, it's a far cry from his usual feathery get-up, but it's a coat. And a yardstick in the garage will work for a staff of sorts. It's too short, and he can't possibly do any magic

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[unasked_for]

[But it's not all sunshine and kittens in Mayfield, Anders. The fact that a certain elf is prowling down the street is proof enough of that.

Of course, he looks every bit as uncomfortable as you are in clothes that don't suit him, so that may be some comfort. And he's not actually an elf anymore, since the ears are gone. And the markings. Still no regains for him, unfortunately.

Fenris only glances briefly at Anders, not thinking much of him until he notices the yardstick being held like a talisman. That's unusual enough for a second look...at which point he actually takes note of the man's face. At that point, he stops dead.]

...so you're here now as well. [He doesn't sound particularly pleased at this revelation.]

[justiceis_hard]

[He'd heard the elf was here. But that hadn't really prepared him to hear that voice again. He grips his improvised staff a little more firmly, and braces himself to meet Fenris.]

I'm sorry, I can assure you it wasn't my intention to--

[The words die in his throat as he fully turns around. That... doesn't look like Fenris. Not really. The features and face are the same. But that's a human. Not an elf.]

... Who are you, and what have you done with the elf?

[unasked_for]

[Fenris folds his arms over his chest. That he doesn't look much of anything like himself anymore is a sore enough spot without Anders, of all people, poking at it.] Rest assured that it is me, mage. This place robs us of more than our possessions, it seems.

[Damned magic.]

[justiceis_hard]

[Considering that no one can ever spit 'mage' like a curse the way Fenris could... this has to be him.]

Lucky me... and here I was, worried I'd never be able to see your sour face again.

[Can you feel that sarcasm, Fenris?]

And so I've noticed. You aren't the only one to be... altered.

[appleknighted]

[He won't be alone at the pet shop window for long.

Sora saw someone stopped and looking into a storefront!

What do you do when you see that?

Obviously stop and look in, too. Clearly just continuing on by was never an option. Thus, there is a teenager in a disturbingly pink poodle skirt watching cats with the mage.]

Aaah. So cute.

[justiceis_hard]

[Seriously, who wears clothes that bright? He has to blink a couple times.]

Ah... yes. They are, aren't they?

[But who cares? This is a fellow cat-lover.]

[appleknighted]

[Her quest to acquire more pants has met with a few obstacles, that's all. Besides, isn't the poodle adorable? She thinks it's very charming in a horrible, blinding sort of way.]

They really are! Huh. But I wonder if the animals here are weird drone things, too?

[justiceis_hard]

Weird drone things? What does that mean?