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peopleofthedas2011-02-05 09:19 pm
BSN Prompt - The Architect
Words: 500
Characters: Anders, The Architect
Summary: Drabble. Commander Cousland wasn't the only one who woke up in the Architect's laboratory.
Little drabble for the BSN prompt "Architect". I set it in the Fractures universe since I didn't want to go into something that I would be dealing with in Blood Wound in more detail. It's only short because otherwise it would have ended up another full length Awakenings fic!
The cage swung. He knew his twelve year old self would have thought that was great. Now he just felt nauseous. It didn't help that he was looking down at the strapped up, stripped and shackled form of his Commander. Or that there were two other cages swinging near him that contained his other companions, both of whom were unconscious. It didn't help that for some reason he had not a skerrick of mana and it didn't seem to be regenerating the way it normally did. It didn't help that he was naked.
Nakedness wasn't something he generally enjoyed when he wasn't in the comfort of his own (or preferably somebody else's) bedroom. The wooden floor of the cage, for example, had not been recently sanded. The possibility of splinters was ensuring that he moved very, very carefully.
He ached to be able to find out the Commander's condition. She'd only recently recovered from a nasty shoulder injury - he suspected she was lying when she told him it felt fine, and she looked so pale and small… and soft and curvaceous…
He shook his head, closing his eyes to dismiss the images that were crowding in. He had lockpicks in his hair (he always carried some) but opening the cage would be useless unless he could also find a way to lower it enough so the drop to the floor wouldn't kill him. If he had mana he might have risked it anyway - a broken leg, though undoubtably painful, could be healed enough to walk on. But he didn't have enough magic to heal an ant at the moment.
The reason why became apparent a few minutes later.
He thought at first it was a human - a tall, freakishly thin one, true, but a human nonetheless. It was only when he turned his head up towards the cage Anders swung in that he realised it was a darkspawn - the strangest darkspawn he'd ever seen. Tall, for one, and thin. With blue skin - how did that happen? And his warden senses - still unreliable - weren't giving him any more information than that.
"You are awake," the darkspawn said. Its voice was low and melodious. Anders shuddered.
"Yes. And a bit cranky, to be honest."
"I do not understand."
"Cranky. Annoyed. Bloody murderous, actually, if you want to be accurate. I like to be accurate. Especially when I'm dangling naked in a cage with no mana. What have you done to us?"
"I am sorry," the darkspawn said. "It was necessary."
"Forgive me if I sound rude, but I can't really see the necessity in this. Why not just kill us?"
It didn't have eyes. At least, it didn't have eyes that Anders could see. But he guessed it blinked, because it certainly sounded nonplussed.
"I need you," it said.
"That's reassuring. What for?"
The darkspawn lifted its hand and Anders felt his grip on consciousness loosen. "Hey," he said. "Hey I only asked a question…"
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