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[breadmuffs]

I, ah, hello. This is Caleb Widogast. I will contact you as soon as I am able.

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text ★ un: cocked tale

[pathologise]

how much do you charge for magic things?

[breadmuffs]

It depends on the difficulty of the spell, and the components.
What kind of effect did you want?

[pathologise]

i want to have a box that only i can open
is that possible?

[breadmuffs]

Easily, though with one small caveat. The spell I know to accomplish this can be temporarily suppressed by one other spell. At least, it functions that way in my world.
However, to my knowledge I am the only person in Duplicity presently who could know that spell.

The spell itself isn't complicated but it does require a component that is consumed. I'll charge for those with a very small fee on top.

[He quotes a reasonable price - less than a hundred of...whatever currency Duplicity uses. It's definitely less than supplies+labor but no one needs to know that.]

text, un: nightcrawler; 7/1

[themisfit]

So what's your favorite position? And how much do you favor your designation?

[breadmuffs]

Hello.
That's a bit forward, especially for a stranger.

But my designation is just fine.

[It's not like he's going to say anything different to someone he doesn't know.]

[themisfit]

Is that right?
The vagueness is understandable, and I'm honestly not one to push as much as I like mischief.

This sort of thing isn't very unusual.

@nonagon

[breadmuffs]

(from here)

The one who thought he'd fight about it, I presume.

[The blond is probably Chris Sonom, he suspects. No real idea who the scrawny one is...but he does know that Hawke had been talking about confronting Lucien.]

It's pointless, you know. Trying to get back to Cognuza.

[truthisvicious]

Hawke, then.

[It doesn't particularly matter, he was just curious.]

Thank you for your input, I'll take it under consideration.

[breadmuffs]

I mean it, Lucien. You will not succeed.
And that is fact, not opinion.

text ★ un: cocked tale

[pathologise]

are you free tomorrow?
for something at the arcane sanctuary
i know it's been a while since you mentioned it

[breadmuffs]

Yes, of course.
I'm more or less free whenever. I do have to do a bit of work, but not at any particular time. When would you like to meet?

[pathologise]

just after lunch?
i could bring you something to say thanks

fibber overflow

[breadmuffs]

adrienne

[breadmuffs]

(from here)

Why didn't you practice more at home?
If you don't mind my asking.

[pathologise]

busy life?
it was more just a 'doodle when i felt like it' and not actually trying to do anything with it

text, un:thebadcastiel | private

[depressant]

Hey, this is Castiel — one of the two. I was trying to get in contact with Anael, but she doesn't seem to be responding. You're her contract partner, right? Is she okay?

[breadmuffs]

I'm her contract partner, yes.
Unfortunately, she is in one of those inexplicable comas at the moment. She has been for a while, actually.

I'm sorry I didn't reach out to any of her friends but honestly I realized I do not know who she is close to. It's something that I'll correct when she wakes up.

[If she wakes up...but she will. He has to believe she will.]

If you would like to come look in on her, you are more than welcome to.

[depressant]

fuck, her too?

[ well, this month is really going great. he gets the one thing he wants most and everything else goes all to hell. typical. ]

it's fine. i don't really know who her friends are either. i'm her brother.

i'll try to come by if i get the chance. sorry. the other castiel is in a coma too, and there's no one to look after him but me. i'm trying to stick close.

Evening of July 25

[rogueinladysclothing]

[Choosing who would be last to receive Wolfe's letters was an exercise in choosing how to hurt herself. Amelia feels as if she's holding on by a single thread when she finds the wizard and she looks just the same. Everything about her screams her hurts and about how much she doesn't want to do this. But she must, and so she offers him the letter before sinking onto his stoop and letting him read while she tries to convince her legs to work again so she doesn't impose any longer than she must.]

To my dear Caleb,

If you are reading this then I have departed the city, likely not by my own will but through the inscrutable intervention of LIEs. I only hope that if that’s true it’s because I’ve made a big enough nuisance of myself that in their eyes I cannot be allowed to remain.

It would be unbearable to me were I to depart without telling you truly what the time we’ve spent together means to me and will continue to mean to me even beyond the bounds of the strangeness of our meeting. The patience with which you approach all aspects of life, from teaching to intimacy, is both a balm and a marvel, something I’ll endeavor to emulate in my further pursuits of magic and the interpersonal. Your lessons - even the many I interrupted with my inability to keep my hands off of you - have broadened my understanding of magic in ways that I never would have thought possible. I will forever thank you for that.

Please find enclosed with this letter a few sachets of dried herbs and flowers from Thedas. They are labeled with their names and the concoctions they’re commonly used for in my world, should you care to experiment. If you need more, please show this letter to Jamie as he is their gardener. He is of the Fae but he has a good heart and I would have more people know it.

I love you, my friend. I hope that fact hasn’t disrupted any more intimate developments between you and your clever elven companion - I apologize but your feelings for each other are plain as day to me even not having seen you together - but it feels important to say knowing you will read this after I am gone.

Be well, find what happiness you can, and don’t lose hope. We will see each other again someday, though Andraste willing, not in Duplicity.

Forever in admiration,
Adalwolfe Hawke

[breadmuffs]

[The letter is...of interest to him, but Caleb is far more concerned about how absolutely distraught Amelia looks before she hands it over. And if that wasn't going to take all of his attention, then the way she practically collapses on his doorstep certainly does. Caleb doesn't even look at the letter again after that.

Instead, he quickly kneels down himself, placing a hand on Amelia's shoulder and peering down with not inconsiderable worry.]

Let me help you sit down inside.

[There's no point, he thinks, in asking her what's wrong or if she's hurt. She clearly is...though that hurt doesn't seem to be an external thing. As for what's wrong...well. That can wait.]

[rogueinladysclothing]

[Her breaths get stuck in her throat as he tries to help her up, sounds of pain coming out before she can utter a full word.]

N-no, Caleb-- I don't-- [She grips at his arm as she gets to her feet with his assistance. Her legs visibly shake beneath her.] Essek... I-I can't-- he doesn't need me t-to--

[To fall apart in his home. To be in the way. To prove herself the messenger of news that will cast a sad and painful cloud over their home. She shakes her head and all but falls forward into his arms, face against his collarbone as more tears roll down her cheeks.]

Please, [she whispers, begging him.] Please... I need to go.

fibber continuation: krem

[breadmuffs]

(ooc: from here)

Ah, he is being taken care of by both of us.
But my partner knows much more about proper manners than I do.

[krempuff]

fair enough i suppose
don't know how much Manners get you around these parts but better to start with them young :)

[breadmuffs]

He should at least be able to use them when he wants to.
Though of course all cats are naturally a bit charming, so I don't think it will take him long to learn at all.