Demon Hunt: Grey Warden Party (Anders, Sigrun & Alistair)

[heromiyuu]

Neria left the dungeons and strode to the courtyard, green eyes carefully scrutinizing the battlements; there was some good time since she had to hunt down a demon. Actually, the first (and last) time she had done it was during her mission to set Kinloch Hold free from Uldred and the Sloth Demon. In that occasion, she was also in the Fade, hunting a demon, but not in flesh like now. And the consequences of losing herself to the Envy Demon seemed far more dire as well.

Fortunately, like before, she had people she trusted by her side (and, with a bit of luck, she wouldn't even have to save them from their own minds). Now, it was just a matter of time until they find the demon.

She paced, turning and spinning her staff in her hands without really noticing her gestures, waiting for them to gather. Demons weren't really the Grey Warden speciality, but with two mages, a former templar and a legionnaire of the dead, Neria was confident.

(ooc: hey guys! neria/anders/sigrun/alistair for the rp order)

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[exiledalistair]

Alistair's wasn't that messy... no he absolutely was. It's what came from getting hit by arterial spray and also just plain hit. He scritched at the blood in his hairline, grimacing as he noticed Sigrun trying not to laugh at him. Which was odd. Normally people pointed when they laughed.

He went very still when Justice began to speak through Anders. That was just... strange. Not normal at all. He took a deep breath. Nobody else seemed worried about the glowing spirit-abomination, so he wouldn't be either. They'd all just seen each other through this fight, and that was reason enough to trust them.

"I guess we should carry on then? If everyone is ready for another round with Mr. Icky." He couldn't help it. His lips twitched as he said it.

[heromiyuu]

"Yes, let's continue our search. Justice, do you mind looking for it this time, or trying at least until I get some of my mana back?"

She rested her hand over Ander's shoulder and smiled, softly.
Maker, she was really glad to have him, Sigrun and even the not-her-husband Alistair around.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders laughed outright at Anders this time, the blue leaching from his eyes. He rubbed his eyes, which were still stinging from the expansion of the Fade inside his body. Maker, but that hurt, and it was getting worse with Justice continually taking over like this. This place - it was too close to the Fade, too close to home for Justice, and the spirit almost always had control over their body when they visited the Fade. He had much less sway over Justice than usual, and it was...unnerving. And physically painful, not that he talked about that side of things much.

"I think we can track him, yes," he told Neria, after taking a moment to gather himself. The weight of her hand on his shoulder was as grounding as it had ever been, back when he was just a mage on the run from the templars and not a possessed apostate wanted for murder. "Though I'm gonna try and do it myself rather than let Justice take the lead; it'll be much less painful for both of us, and I think less disconcerting for Alistair here."

He rubbed at the back of his neck, and motioned to the door leading to the Great Hall.

"That way first, I think."

[sigrun_fadewalk]

Sigrun took a moment to rummage around in the beams for the daggers she'd dropped when she'd fallen, and then she whipped out a rag from a pocket to scrub some of the blood off. She glanced over to where the demon had fallen and made a face.

"Damn, I keep losing all my best throwing knives to that thing, 'cause they keep disappearing when it does. New tactic next time, hm?" She slides one blade home and twirls the others in her fingers, moving to follow Anders when she's scanned the room once more wistfully.