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stephen strange

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[elegiaque]

( he probably hears her mutter different bitch, but she's more interested in the rest of what he has to say than the finer details of who fucked up what and how in the past already—

especially. especially given, reluctantly, )

I think that it could be within mine.

( hypothetically, but— )

I have the strongest anchor-shard. It has been done. Galadriel believed it could be reproduced, even if we've never— obviously no one pursued that. I'm not going to pursue that.

[portalling]

You’d mentioned before that it was big— so out of everyone in the organisation, yours is the strongest?

It was, admittedly, very impressive.

[elegiaque]

The closest to what Trevelyan was wielding, before she died — there might be others as powerful, but none moreso to the best of my knowledge. And with Stark's gauntlet, I mean,

( he can probably fill in the shrug that must happen on the other end of the call. )

If anyone could do it, I think it'd be me. Or Stark.

[portalling]

( warmly: ) Showoff. Both of you.

[elegiaque]

( he startles her into a laugh, relaxing, )

Oh, fuck you.

( (affectionate) )

Anyway, no one back then could do the sort of things we've become capable of. Which is for the best, because everyone was falling over their own dicks every other day.

[portalling]

It’s true, I expect we can set our sights much higher. I only fall over my own dick about weekly now.

[elegiaque]

( somehow, she sounds mildly annoyed to be laughing, )

Maker. At this rate, we might live.

[portalling]

We just might.

Unless the Chantry mother’s secretly an assassin, sent to worm her way into the heart of Riftwatch and cut off its head from the inside. I’ve been putting some thought into it and it seems possible.

( absolute bullshit, of course he’s joking )

[elegiaque]

( not joking: )

I think that guy was working independently, and he only managed to kill himself.

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( squints )

Wait, what?

[elegiaque]

Chantry brother, tried to blow up the central tower and made himself the highlight

( madam )

of a probably mediocre Satinalia party. I think he's why we have the evacuation drills.

[portalling]

Huh. That makes sense. I’d asked— that kid, the mage, Matthew? ( no, that’s not right, ) Matthias, what the drill was for, and he just made vague noises about fires.

I suppose falling flat on my face ice skating isn’t the worst that could happen at a Satinalia party.

[elegiaque]

Every year, another reason not to go to any Satinalia parties.

( she shows up to these things so rarely. )

Oh, and my retired steward did start a fire in the central tower once.

[portalling]

What, Guilfoyle? An aspiring arsonist?

[elegiaque]

An assassin, before he was a steward.

[portalling]

Huh. What a colourful career. Although, from assassination to wrangling half-naked elf dance parties– how the mighty have fallen.

[elegiaque]

Florent has nothing on the late Comte, ( dryly. ) And his knees aren't what they used to be. You can't be creeping around rooftops forever.

He wanted to spend his retirement with me, that's all.