[It was less that mages were paid well and more that Watanuki was used to living an extremely frugal life. It wasn't like a teenage boy on the run could make a ton of money, and even before that life at the Circle had been a very plain one. As long as he had warm clothes, a roof over his head, and a meal in his stomach, he was fine.
Plus, being a kid he didn't really know much about wage negotiations or anything. He kind of just figured that people were paid what they were owed. If nobody else was complaining.]
I think I heard the word 'shade' mentioned, if that helps?
[Watanuki hoped he was identifying the type of demon correctly. He wasn't always sure of what demon was what, so he had to make his best guess.]
It might be a good idea to stop in every now and again as well. You never know what I might hear about around here. And I bet you'll be hard-pressed to find a better healer for yourself too.
[Speaking of which, Watanuki removed his hands from Varric's, giving him room to inspect the handywork done to his...well, hand. Watanuki was a surprisingly thorough healer, if nothing else. The dwarven magic resistance had made things harder, but that cut was barely more than a patch of irritated skin by then. When it came to stubborn injuries, having Perseverance on his side always did the trick.]
[Varric had the slightest urge to wrinkle his nose at the demon named. A shade usually was no problem. Greater shades and ash wraiths were something more of a headache, but they weren't anything that the dwarf couldn't handle, even on his own.]
[But these towns and settlements didn't have rugged and charming dwarves at their disposal. And just as he wasn't about to deny them a chance to experience such a thing, he also wouldn't deny them protection of any sort.]
[Varric brought his hand back to his side, inspecting it for a moment. It was admirable handiwork, but he'd seen better. He even opened his mouth to say as much, when a sharp pang ran from his chest to his toes.]
[Right. That healer was dead now.]
You're probably right. [He paused a moment, turning away only to quickly turn back around once more.] And if we're going up against a demon in combat, we might need a healer with us.
[Watanuki was almost ready to turn to the next patient and continue working on other patients, figuring that Varric would be off to tell the Inquisitor of what he had just learned and thus was done with the conversation. But he paused and looked up when he heard Varric speak again, and a frown quickly grew across his face. He looked left, then right, then raised an eyebrow at Varric as he pointed to himself.]
Me? You're joking, right? There's a reason I'm here and not out fighting along with everyone else. Namely that I only know creation magic and I've never touched a weapon in my life.
[Technically it wasn't true, he had carried a dagger with himself during his years on his own. Just in case. And he did know some wind and earth magic as well, though he was nowhere near as skilled at it as he was with his healing. But those two things were insignificant in the big picture of 'don't take me with you, I'm a liability not an asset.' Watanuki had an unfortunate habit of being highly-critical of himself.]
Plenty of mages to teach you. [He fixed a sinister look on the young man, one with tight brows and a sharp smile. If Watanuki was going to be assigning quests, then he would have to be an ally in them as well.] Besides, we're not asking you to be our tactician. Cassandra does a decent enough job with that. We just need a few well-timed spells. [He held his hand out.] I already know you're good at that, kid.
[He tapped his foot impatiently, as if expecting the man to simply jump up, grab his stuff, and chase after him. He knew it would be a lot more complicated than that, if he could even convince the kid to go along with his plan to begin with.]
If you're worried about your boss, just tell him you're under direct orders from the right-hand man himself. Hell, I'll even pay you for your efforts. Quadruple what you're making here, and that's if you do a piss-poor job.
[Watanuki still hesitated for a moment, torn between telling Varric 'no' and actually going along with it. Either option would potentially cause him trouble, if he was honest with himself. He absolutely was not thrilled about going into a fight against. Haven had been enough for him. But at the same time, e was only here because the higher-ups in the inquisition let him stay. If he displeased any of them enough, he could get kicked out. As scary as fighting was, being alone was scarier.
And then there was the small problem of him randomly passing out whenever Perserverence saw fit to 'bless' him with a vision. He would need a good excuse for that, if it happened out in the field.
Plus, he had been told what to do for pretty much his entire life. It was hard for him to just ignore an order, even if it was one he didn't like. He didn't yet feel adult-ish enough to tell an adult 'no'.
So he stood there for a moment, looking to Varric, then to his boss. He was clearly torn, and for the first time that day he actually looked like a lost teenager, as opposed to someone who had to grow up way too fast.
Finally, he gave up and made an irritated noise.]
I already told you it's not about the money! But if anything happens to me then I'm holding you personally responsible!
[Then he starts to gather his things. Mission accomplished, at least?]
sorry about the delay. my inbox was hell. also sorry for the short??? post
If anything happens to you, I'll pay out enough coin to settle you in a nice cabin to live out your days. [He paused, then offered the man a rather sinister grin.] Or provide you with a nice memorial.
[With nothing else to do but watch Watanuki, he sat back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table that had just been used to heal his hand. He hoped that no one else had his idea at any point -- wouldn't exactly be safe practice to heal on a table with bootprints. At least the kid wouldn't have to use his station for a long while!]
[As Watanuki worked, he'd be subjected to a number of pleasant comments, ranging from "What about that" to "You missed a spot," and even "If it took the Inquisition this long to pack, we would have never made it up the mountain."]
It better include a statue for all the weepy people to cry at.
[Not that he intended on dying anytime soon, but.
With each comment from Varric, Watanuki felt his blood begin to boil. Just who did this dwarf think he was? Well, he had said he was the right hand man to the Inquisitor, but still! There were limits to how much Watanuki would put up with!
It was that last comment, about taking too long to pack, that finally got Watanuki to snap back at Varric.]
That must be why your little group was without a spirit healer until now!
[The implication being that rushing healing is a bad idea, or something like that.
...he still needed to work on his comebacks.
But he was fully packed and ready to go by then, and he held the bag in one hand as he stood in front of Varric and crossed his arms expectantly. He had been planning to play nice, but if Varric was going to push him then he was going to push right back. No second thoughts on speaking up at all, he absolutely wanted to help, but he was rethinking his strategy.]
[If Watanuki expected Varric to relent in any way, he had another thing coming. Though Varric lowered his feet and abandoned his casual position, it was only to lean forward and cross his arms over his chest. A smirk crossed his lips, and an eyebrow lifted, threatening to brush at his hairline.]
[Some people would lie down and take it, for fear of upsetting someone so involved with the inner workings of the Inquisition. They couldn't have a "superior officer" mad at them, after all. Watanuki, however, didn't seem to be eager to lay down and take it. It made Varric all the more excited by the coming venture.]
[Once Watanuki approached, however, the smirk faded into a grin. He stared right back at the man, locking eyes with him for the space of several heartbeats, before stepping back and motioning for Watanuki to pass by.]
We're meeting at the main gate. Lead the way, Golden boy.
[Truthfully it wasn't that hard to get around Skyhold, it was big but not so big that you could forget where important rooms were. Watanuki was just a little unnerved at the idea of just burting in on some meeting and going 'oh hey, let's go on an adventure!' Did everyone have to do that if they had a request of the Inquisitor?
Still, he relented, and stepped out of the infirmary first. But once he was outside he slowed and waited for Varric to step out and join him. Maybe if he walked slowly enough, Varric would take the lead and he wouldn't have to say anything.]
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Plus, being a kid he didn't really know much about wage negotiations or anything. He kind of just figured that people were paid what they were owed. If nobody else was complaining.]
I think I heard the word 'shade' mentioned, if that helps?
[Watanuki hoped he was identifying the type of demon correctly. He wasn't always sure of what demon was what, so he had to make his best guess.]
It might be a good idea to stop in every now and again as well. You never know what I might hear about around here. And I bet you'll be hard-pressed to find a better healer for yourself too.
[Speaking of which, Watanuki removed his hands from Varric's, giving him room to inspect the handywork done to his...well, hand. Watanuki was a surprisingly thorough healer, if nothing else. The dwarven magic resistance had made things harder, but that cut was barely more than a patch of irritated skin by then. When it came to stubborn injuries, having Perseverance on his side always did the trick.]
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[But these towns and settlements didn't have rugged and charming dwarves at their disposal. And just as he wasn't about to deny them a chance to experience such a thing, he also wouldn't deny them protection of any sort.]
[Varric brought his hand back to his side, inspecting it for a moment. It was admirable handiwork, but he'd seen better. He even opened his mouth to say as much, when a sharp pang ran from his chest to his toes.]
[Right. That healer was dead now.]
You're probably right. [He paused a moment, turning away only to quickly turn back around once more.] And if we're going up against a demon in combat, we might need a healer with us.
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Me? You're joking, right? There's a reason I'm here and not out fighting along with everyone else. Namely that I only know creation magic and I've never touched a weapon in my life.
[Technically it wasn't true, he had carried a dagger with himself during his years on his own. Just in case. And he did know some wind and earth magic as well, though he was nowhere near as skilled at it as he was with his healing. But those two things were insignificant in the big picture of 'don't take me with you, I'm a liability not an asset.' Watanuki had an unfortunate habit of being highly-critical of himself.]
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[He tapped his foot impatiently, as if expecting the man to simply jump up, grab his stuff, and chase after him. He knew it would be a lot more complicated than that, if he could even convince the kid to go along with his plan to begin with.]
If you're worried about your boss, just tell him you're under direct orders from the right-hand man himself. Hell, I'll even pay you for your efforts. Quadruple what you're making here, and that's if you do a piss-poor job.
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And then there was the small problem of him randomly passing out whenever Perserverence saw fit to 'bless' him with a vision. He would need a good excuse for that, if it happened out in the field.
Plus, he had been told what to do for pretty much his entire life. It was hard for him to just ignore an order, even if it was one he didn't like. He didn't yet feel adult-ish enough to tell an adult 'no'.
So he stood there for a moment, looking to Varric, then to his boss. He was clearly torn, and for the first time that day he actually looked like a lost teenager, as opposed to someone who had to grow up way too fast.
Finally, he gave up and made an irritated noise.]
I already told you it's not about the money! But if anything happens to me then I'm holding you personally responsible!
[Then he starts to gather his things. Mission accomplished, at least?]
sorry about the delay. my inbox was hell. also sorry for the short??? post
[With nothing else to do but watch Watanuki, he sat back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table that had just been used to heal his hand. He hoped that no one else had his idea at any point -- wouldn't exactly be safe practice to heal on a table with bootprints. At least the kid wouldn't have to use his station for a long while!]
[As Watanuki worked, he'd be subjected to a number of pleasant comments, ranging from "What about that" to "You missed a spot," and even "If it took the Inquisition this long to pack, we would have never made it up the mountain."]
[Having second thoughts yet?]
It's ok!
[Not that he intended on dying anytime soon, but.
With each comment from Varric, Watanuki felt his blood begin to boil. Just who did this dwarf think he was? Well, he had said he was the right hand man to the Inquisitor, but still! There were limits to how much Watanuki would put up with!
It was that last comment, about taking too long to pack, that finally got Watanuki to snap back at Varric.]
That must be why your little group was without a spirit healer until now!
[The implication being that rushing healing is a bad idea, or something like that.
...he still needed to work on his comebacks.
But he was fully packed and ready to go by then, and he held the bag in one hand as he stood in front of Varric and crossed his arms expectantly. He had been planning to play nice, but if Varric was going to push him then he was going to push right back. No second thoughts on speaking up at all, he absolutely wanted to help, but he was rethinking his strategy.]
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[Some people would lie down and take it, for fear of upsetting someone so involved with the inner workings of the Inquisition. They couldn't have a "superior officer" mad at them, after all. Watanuki, however, didn't seem to be eager to lay down and take it. It made Varric all the more excited by the coming venture.]
[Once Watanuki approached, however, the smirk faded into a grin. He stared right back at the man, locking eyes with him for the space of several heartbeats, before stepping back and motioning for Watanuki to pass by.]
We're meeting at the main gate. Lead the way, Golden boy.
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[Truthfully it wasn't that hard to get around Skyhold, it was big but not so big that you could forget where important rooms were. Watanuki was just a little unnerved at the idea of just burting in on some meeting and going 'oh hey, let's go on an adventure!' Did everyone have to do that if they had a request of the Inquisitor?
Still, he relented, and stepped out of the infirmary first. But once he was outside he slowed and waited for Varric to step out and join him. Maybe if he walked slowly enough, Varric would take the lead and he wouldn't have to say anything.]