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Logan pulled his thick-rimmed black glasses off and rubbed at his eyes before settling them back on his face and pushing them up his nose. Right.
"Anders, you still with us?" he said into his headset, waiting for a reply before they pressed on into the next room. Not for the first time, he wondered who decided his mage should be the leader in these parties. Surely Aveline or Fenris would have been a better choice...and Logan wouldn't constantly be on the verge of death before Anders could heal him. Not that he minded relying on their healer; it was a convenient excuse to complain and whinge and generally talk to Anders more than he otherwise would.
He coughed around a swallow of Sunkist at the thought.
Anders was unusually silent, though Varric's voice said, "You okay there Waffles?" and Carver just groaned loudly and whined, "Can we please get on with it?"
Logan leaned back in his chair and called, "Don't make me come in there, bro," out his open bedroom door and at Carver's door across the hall. He could see Carver flip him off in his closet door mirrors and chuckled. "Love you too Carver!"
Isabela's suggestive purr at that was interrupted by a loud shout through the voice chat, no, a scream, and while everyone else started complaining loudly at the noise Logan felt a jolt of panic go through him, because that had been Anders' voice, like he was flat out panicking and in pain. He grabbed at his headphones with both hands and then he was standing in front of his desk before he realized it.
"Anders? Anders! Anders, are you okay?" But his voice didn't cut through everybody else's clamoring and there was nothing else coming from Anders and Logan groaned, "Shit" and leaned forward towards his screen...
...and then he felt a jolt, like something grabbed him at the navel and yanked him forward. He was falling, he was suffocating, he was...deposited ungracefully five feet up from the ground and tumbling down some huge stone steps on what looked like a real live castle's battlements.
"Anders, you still with us?" he said into his headset, waiting for a reply before they pressed on into the next room. Not for the first time, he wondered who decided his mage should be the leader in these parties. Surely Aveline or Fenris would have been a better choice...and Logan wouldn't constantly be on the verge of death before Anders could heal him. Not that he minded relying on their healer; it was a convenient excuse to complain and whinge and generally talk to Anders more than he otherwise would.
He coughed around a swallow of Sunkist at the thought.
Anders was unusually silent, though Varric's voice said, "You okay there Waffles?" and Carver just groaned loudly and whined, "Can we please get on with it?"
Logan leaned back in his chair and called, "Don't make me come in there, bro," out his open bedroom door and at Carver's door across the hall. He could see Carver flip him off in his closet door mirrors and chuckled. "Love you too Carver!"
Isabela's suggestive purr at that was interrupted by a loud shout through the voice chat, no, a scream, and while everyone else started complaining loudly at the noise Logan felt a jolt of panic go through him, because that had been Anders' voice, like he was flat out panicking and in pain. He grabbed at his headphones with both hands and then he was standing in front of his desk before he realized it.
"Anders? Anders! Anders, are you okay?" But his voice didn't cut through everybody else's clamoring and there was nothing else coming from Anders and Logan groaned, "Shit" and leaned forward towards his screen...
...and then he felt a jolt, like something grabbed him at the navel and yanked him forward. He was falling, he was suffocating, he was...deposited ungracefully five feet up from the ground and tumbling down some huge stone steps on what looked like a real live castle's battlements.
