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[nolessthanseven]

Hey! You've reached the fabulous Isabelle Lightwood. I'm obviously not here right now, but leave me a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[nolessthanseven]

Well, no. It's good. The Institute's great - it's like a sanctuary, but it's a long way to go from Idris. So hey, if you're exiling a family with a couple of little kids over there anyway? Why not get something out of it?

I don't know. I guess that's how it worked. I was sort of little.

[justice_is_blond]

Oh. They sent your parents to that, not from. Used you all.

[nolessthanseven]

Yeah. Sorry; I wasn't clear. [a little laugh.]

Whatever. It happens.

[justice_is_blond]

It's all right. I'm easily... easily lost right now. Muddled.

[nolessthanseven]

That's because you're drunk. Drunker than I've ever seen you, at least. And technically, I can't even see you right now.

I don't really blame you, though. For getting drunk. I totally would.

[justice_is_blond]

Very drunk. Sodden drunk. Complex-- com-- All the way drunk. Why don't you? Once you finally get to this point things are a little better. Shortly.

[nolessthanseven]

Because I'm pretty sure me drinking by myself is just horribly depressing. Does it count if I'm on the phone with you the whole time, though?

[justice_is_blond]

I'm not alone if I'm calling lots of people. You won't be alone while talking to me.

[It totally makes sense. Really.]

[nolessthanseven]

Okay. Then maybe. I could do that.

[justice_is_blond]

Good. That sounds good. Now? Or another time?

[nolessthanseven]

Well, I guess I could do it now. I think I've got a bottle of wine kicking around.

[justice_is_blond]

Then bring it. The wine, to the Forge. I'll have another glass and we'll drink.

[nolessthanseven]

[she pauses, then shrugs to herself; he'll hear a little rustle.]

All right. Give me a second.

[more rustling as she goes to find it; a soft pop of a cork after a few moments.]

Okay. I'm good. You want a toast?

[justice_is_blond]

[He gets a refill of his own and waits.]

Let's. To... Hm. Not being dead. That may work. Even though it would be peaceful sometimes.

[nolessthanseven]

To not being dead. Because it would be a serious pain in the butt, and would probably hurt.

[and down half that glass goes.]

[justice_is_blond]

[He takes part of his drink.]

Now you. If you've toast ideas. But being dead would likely be very painful. For a short time. I'd like to pass. Even if I got to come back.

[nolessthanseven]

I'd definitely like to pass. Especially with all the methods of dying they have around here. None of them strike me as all that fun.

[she pauses, thinking.]

To... Getting drunk over the Forge with good friends.

[justice_is_blond]

Mm. Good one. I'll drink to that.

[And he does, taking another drink.]

To having good friends. How's that? It's still new. Ones who don't see me as mage first, Anders second.

[nolessthanseven]

I hear you. [a little laugh, a pause while she takes a large-ish gulp.] It probably helps that I met you as Anders first, mage second.

To having jobs that are intrinsically linked to who we are?

[justice_is_blond]

That is much too big a word. Drink more. But yes.

[Anders sips, giving her a chance to catch up a little, perhaps.]

To magic, by runes or spells?

[nolessthanseven]

[she just laughs, then downs the rest of the glass, ending it with a well-placed hiccough. Because really, wine is not made for chugging. She's a classy lady. She replies as she pours herself another glass.]

I hear you there. Warlocks are some of my favourite people. And what would I do without runes? Probably die or something equally lame.

[justice_is_blond]

Too lame. Don't do that. I'd be more than sad.

[He swirls his drink around, making make slooshing noises.]

Too many have gone.

[nolessthanseven]

I won't.

Way too many. It's like there's nothing we can even do about it. We're just doomed to watch them all go.

[justice_is_blond]

One after another. And I want to stay here, but if everyone goes what's the point? All gone, freedom becomes empty.

[nolessthanseven]

Exactly. It's super depressing, too. I don't even know if I want to stay here half the time. When my brothers were here, sure. Now? [she just gives a wry laugh.]