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Magic Box, Sunday, 09/06

Anders hadn't made it to the dance the day before, but he'd run into Umbridge, which was its own kind of delight. He was nonetheless in an all right mood as he got to the shop and set up for the day. There was a shipment of toads for use in spells -- very tricky, especially since the toads weren't quite as dead as they normally were and kept hopping all over the place.

He was chasing one of the last ones into their terrarium when he suddenly felt a sharp jab at his ankle, and looked down to see a green ... thing that definitely wasn't a toad sinking its teeth into his unprotected flesh. He cast a half-controlled bolt of fire at the gremlin, killing it (and scorching the floor), but it was too late. For the rest of his shift, he wouldn't do much but moan and lurch around the store, occasionally walking into walls and then righting himself. The doorknob was beyond his ken, but he scrabbled at the door trying to force it open for quite a while.

Once he gave up on that, he turned his attention to the tank of toads.They wouldn't be as tasty as people, but they still had the brains and blood he craved.

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Buffy had somehow managed to walk from the Arms to the Magic Box without seeing a single gremlin. She was probably in for a bit of a surprise...

She walked into her old place of employment. Not that it had been a long employment, but still.

"Hello?"

The young man who looked up at her had vacant eyes and a mouth stained raspberry and green from toad bits.

"Girrrrl," he moaned, and took a few shambling steps toward her.

Buffy had a stake in her hand in a moment. It was probably better not to ponder where she'd been keeping it.

Vacant eyes and shambling steps never meant anything good. Then again, she had gone to college for a bit... And he might be a student. She distinctly remembered there being Rules about staking students. So she hesitated. "Boy?"

Anders tilted his head to the side, as if that were a very complicated question indeed, before nodding slowly.

Not that he saw where it mattered, as a second later he was grabbing at the girl. She looked like she had tasty brains.

She almost staked him on reflex, but remembered the student thing in time to halt her movements, and jump back instead. Avoiding a shuffling boy was really not that difficult.

"Are you a student at the school?" she asked, warily. "Or are you one of the evil undead?"

Hey, they frequently did tell her when they were!

"Student," Anders managed, after a very long pause. "Got ... bit..."

And then he lunged at her again, just as clumsily as before. He still needed braiiiiins, after all.

Buffy jumped out of the way. "Okay!" And that was when she saw the gremlin sneaking up on her. Slowly. Veeery slowly.

Suddenly things made perfect sense.

"The gremlins are the evil undead and they're biting people? See, other places that would sound insane, but here?" She shrugged. She was still stepping away from Anders whenever he tried to get at her. No brains for him! "Perfect sense."

Anders nodded, frowning. He could tell he'd scared the girl, and that was no good! She wouldn't let him eat her if she was afraid!

And then he remembered he didn't really want to eat people, which rather put a damper on the whole enterprise. Some ounce of sense took over and he gestured to the door. "Go," he moaned, before he could change his mind and start trying to eat her again.

Buffy decided to take Anders advice. She didn't want to be eaten, but she also didn't want to kill a poor, innocent, gremlin-bit student. Leaving seemed like the best option, really.

...She was going to feel really bad about that if Anders ate anybody.

Anders wouldn't eat anyone, what with that tricksy doorknob between him and the wider world.

He'd give Buffy "sorry I tried to eat you" apology flowers later. For now, he just drooled a bit and went to eat another toad.

"Was there a store clearly marked 'Apostates'R'Us' when I was teaching here, or is that new?" Alistair mused, poking his head in the door. "I can't remember."

Folks, His Majesty the King of Ferelden.

Anders would be mortified if, someday, he were to remember that his first words to the King of Ferelden were a gleeful "BRAINS!" as he charged at the man.

Sorry, Alistair.

"Please tell me this isn't another darkspawn situation," Alistair sighed, stretching his arm out. "--I mean, back!"

Light (http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Holy_Smite_(Origins)) flashed near Anders.

It probably wasn't what Holy Smite had been designed for, but it turned out the spell was fantastic at knocking zombie-infected gremlin venom out of a mage's system.

Of course, it did that at the price of making said mage feel every inch of his body was on fire, but that was perhaps to be expected.

Anders sat down hard, groaning. "What was that?"

He'd thank Alistair in a moment.

"Didn't actually think that was going to work," Alistair mused. "But you know what they say about gift horses." Beat. "If you're back to yourself, at least, you'd know that."

"Give me a second and that might even make sense," Anders groaned. ".. I'm glad it did work, though. Thank you. I'll thank you more if you have anything to wash the taste of toad out of my mouth."

"Well, you've got a choice between a healing potion and wine," Alistair said, checking his belt. "... I knew I'd forgotten something when I left this morning. Like water. Please don't tell Morrigan about this."

"Morriwho?" Anders asked, shaking his head. "Never mind. The potion would be grand. I'd fix myself but I think whatever that light show was knocked all the mana right out of me."

Alistair passed him the potion. "Morriwho is if you see this black-haired witch wander in in purple, sneering at everything," he said, "Just walk away."

He smiled wryly. "As for the light show, sorry. I don't break the old Templar powers out much these days, so they get a bit... fizzy."

Anders groaned. "Of course it had to be a bloody Templar who saved me," he said. "Not to sound ungrateful."

He still wasn't thinking quite clearly. The man wasn't acting as if he meant to drag Anders off anywhere, and yet... well. Mage. Templar. Not historically a recipe for instant friendship.

"Ex-Templar," Alistair said merrily. "I practically begged the first Grey Warden to come along to take me. It's a whole story, I'm told it was all very pathetic."

Which the tiny mage should probably know. You know, there was something familiar about him, but Alistair just couldn't put his finger on it.

"If you were begging to be allowed to go kill darkspawn until they killed you, it must have been," Anders said, raising his eyebrows. "I think I prefer the apostate life. Less chance an ogre will decide to use me as a toothbrush."

There would, of course, come a day when he wouldn't have much of a choice.

"Wait until the next Blight, then tell me that," Alistair said. If he sounded more sober than a few minutes ago, well... the Blight was serious business. "Or until actual Templars show up here, of course."

... Slightly less serious.

"I'm betting on there not being a next blight while I'm alive," Anders informed him, also fairly soberly. "Maybe I'll get lucky for once in my life. Or maybe I'll just run back here when it starts and let somebody else clean up the mess."

Yeah,not happening,but a man could dream.

"Anyhow," he added, "we already have a Seeker on the island. She fancies herself my personal watchdog." He did not sound as though he took this particularly seriously.

Alistair pulled a face.

"Eesh," he said. "A Seeker? Oh, I don't envy you."

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