I don't understand healers, so I didn't want to rule out that you'd have something useful.
—But yes, in a way. I have orders to obtain a cursed doll from a woman living in Antiva City. It was my idea to swap the thing with something of our own creation, so she won't feel the need to make us take it from her by force or pay her for it. The fingernails would probably make it more convincing.
( wait, he was KIDDING what do you mean yes in a way— )
… Huh, well. Do you know if she’s a magic-user at all? That’s my only wariness, considering established precedent for tracking people through parts of their body, a biological connection; I wouldn’t want to hand over a compass to someone from Riftwatch.
Maybe if you bought it off some black market in Lowtown. Surely someone’s willing to sell some locks of hair and nail filings for coin. ( Ugh, gross. )
Oh, she isn't a magic-user, (is said with such confidence that it MUST be true.) She's a silly woman who has stumbled upon something she doesn't fully understand. That's why we need to get it — she'll hurt herself and everyone around her otherwise.
(The black market in Lowtown is an idea though. She makes a little 'mmhmm' sound in her throat.) That would work just fine.
( Strange stops abruptly in the middle of eating his sandwich; almost chokes on a bite. There’s the sound of a hacking cough before he manages to swallow and reply: )
—look, I’m a busy man, and I don’t exactly have the time to run around doing your shopping errands for you. Why can’t you go, if this is your cursed nightmare-doll situation to deal with?
( Deep breaths. Don’t just hang up on her again. )
You know what’s great? Personal development. Riftwatch is rife with opportunities for personal development. Chances are you’re eventually going to be touching far worse things than locks of hair; no time to get used to it like the present.
( His own voice gentles, ebbing back from that initial annoyance. There’s few things he appreciates more than someone who’s willing to learn and at least try. (The sandwich, too, has helped. He’s less hangry. Julius is no longer maybe-dying.) )
In a sense, no, because a real emergency scenario will never be exactly the same as a test run,
but in another sense, yes, because training can at least help you prepare for it. Gather a better sense of what to do, have that muscle-memory sitting ready. Vyrantium— You’re from Tevinter? Are you a mage? If so, have you ever used your magic in battle?
(Speak for yourself; Vega feels stressed, her heartbeat quickening. She says carelessly,) Of course I'm a mage, (but does not sound at all offended.) I have not been in a battle before.
(Nothing serious. Nothing outside the realm of school, or her and her brother throwing each other across the courtyard solely for the amusement of their parents.)
No idea; I can’t tell the future anymore. ( ‘Anymore’?? ) You’re right, though, in that it likely wouldn’t be a part of your regular duties. But you never really know what’s going to happen.
Would you like to practice? Sparring magic, I mean.
I used to be the keeper of something called the Time Stone; with it, I could see the future and peer into possible timelines. It would’ve been a useful artifact and ability to retain in Thedas, but, alas.
( It might be reasonable to be annoyed about that rudeness from her; but in this, at least, he knows himself well enough to be blandly self-aware: ) Because it sounds very cool and impressive and alarming to mention it.
Plus, I have successfully worked some time magic here, and I’m still studying what scraps I can find of the art. Might be relevant again someday.
( hope springs eternal )
Anyway. The question, Arany. Would you like to practice?
Have you? (Time magic, she hasn't heard of that before. She wants to ask him more about that, what he did and how he did it, if they wrote their method down so she can read the notes, but he cuts across her suddenly. Rudely.)
( Ordinarily Strange would be happy to chatter on about time magic, but somewhere between shoving the sandwich in his face and running around attending to the seneschal’s poisoning and knowing some very bad news is about to hit the Gallows as a whole, he doesn’t much have the energy. Another day. )
Perfectly welcome. I’ll touch base, once things are less— ( how does one even describe what’s going on ) Well. Just, less.
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Don't we all?
How much, and for what?
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Do you also have access to things like fingernails?
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Are you building a voodoo doll of a hated enemy or something?
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—But yes, in a way. I have orders to obtain a cursed doll from a woman living in Antiva City. It was my idea to swap the thing with something of our own creation, so she won't feel the need to make us take it from her by force or pay her for it. The fingernails would probably make it more convincing.
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… Huh, well. Do you know if she’s a magic-user at all? That’s my only wariness, considering established precedent for tracking people through parts of their body, a biological connection; I wouldn’t want to hand over a compass to someone from Riftwatch.
Maybe if you bought it off some black market in Lowtown. Surely someone’s willing to sell some locks of hair and nail filings for coin. ( Ugh, gross. )
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(The black market in Lowtown is an idea though. She makes a little 'mmhmm' sound in her throat.) That would work just fine.
When can you get it to me by?
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—look, I’m a busy man, and I don’t exactly have the time to run around doing your shopping errands for you. Why can’t you go, if this is your cursed nightmare-doll situation to deal with?
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Hmmm
Ah,) I don't want to touch any hair or fingernails that aren't my own, if I can help it. But you do that all the time!
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You know what’s great? Personal development. Riftwatch is rife with opportunities for personal development. Chances are you’re eventually going to be touching far worse things than locks of hair; no time to get used to it like the present.
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(Her voice rises in horror.) What things?
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All she can think to say is,) But I am not in Forces, so I would not be in the middle of things.
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I regret to inform you that that’ll often happen regardless. We don’t always have the luxury of standing on the sidelines.
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Then I will handle it as it comes. I suppose this isn't something one can train for.
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In a sense, no, because a real emergency scenario will never be exactly the same as a test run,
but in another sense, yes, because training can at least help you prepare for it. Gather a better sense of what to do, have that muscle-memory sitting ready. Vyrantium— You’re from Tevinter? Are you a mage? If so, have you ever used your magic in battle?
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(Nothing serious. Nothing outside the realm of school, or her and her brother throwing each other across the courtyard solely for the amusement of their parents.)
Will I be in one soon?
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Would you like to practice? Sparring magic, I mean.
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'Anymore'? What does that mean? (She says this like he's purposefully hiding something from her, tone indignant.)
“you probably won’t have to fight soon” [muffled explosions in background]
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(It sounds like she thinks this was irresponsible of him.) Why bring it up at all, then?
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Plus, I have successfully worked some time magic here, and I’m still studying what scraps I can find of the art. Might be relevant again someday.
( hope springs eternal )
Anyway. The question, Arany. Would you like to practice?
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Lady Arany! And — yes, I would.
Thank you.
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Perfectly welcome. I’ll touch base, once things are less— ( how does one even describe what’s going on ) Well. Just, less.
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'Less' what?
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