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[wizzardly]

VOICEMAIL:

"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."

Comments

[wizzardly]

...He already has toys to focus on. I believe I mentioned.

[Miles and Gregor and the poor bastards associated with them.]

The best I can do is leave him to it.

[slightlyoffchilt]

He has pawns to pursue. That's a different mindset -- the chase. If only we could find someone to unwittingly replace your current position in Lucifer's ranks.

[It wasn't a pretty thought, but Chilton was sincere in his suggestion.]

[wizzardly]

no?

[aggressiveapathy]

k

[ April will be marching into your room in that case. ]

[wizzardly]

...You'd have me try to dangle someone else in front of him?

[wizzardly]

[and Rincewind is just staring in confusion down at his phone, siting on his bed. He's not naked, but he is shirtless, in well-worn trousers and, of course, his hat. He yelps in surprise when she walks in, scrambling up onto bare feet.]

Hey!

[aggressiveapathy]

[ Shirtless doesn't bother her. She's married to the shirtless scar king. So she doesn't blink as she makes her way in. ]

We need to talk. About your boyfriend.

[wizzardly]

[when told to undress to their comfort level, most wizards will put on a jacket. Rincewind isn't much of an exception, so caring or not he's still going to slip on his robe in a rush.]

I haven't got one of those, but thanks so much for showing an interest. Perhaps you might try knocking next time?

[aggressiveapathy]

Freddie.

[ She's just here, watching him dress. NBD, dude. ]

[wizzardly]

- Dr. Chilton?

What about him?

[aggressiveapathy]

Okay..

[She is just going to sit on the bed. She knows the monster that does the sheets, what's the difference.]

You tell me. Then I'll say if you're a lying jerk.

[wizzardly]

[Rincewind finishes tying his robe, and frowns.]

I think I've missed an important step here. What do you want me telling you, exactly? ...Is it about this argument between you?

[aggressiveapathy]

Ha!

[ She points, like she's made a major....point. Shh. ]

Tell me what you think you know.

[wizzardly]

...That you blame him for Will's murder.

[a pause. Rincewind's mouth screws up bitterly, and he folds his arms.]

I don't want to be involved in this, you know. I didn't ask to be.

[aggressiveapathy]

No one asks for Baltimore. It just sinks into you. Like a yeast infection. Or lice.

[ She throws herself on the best with that, lying down with her feet on the ground now. ]

Or groin lice.

[wizzardly]

That's disgusting. I didn't ask for that mental image either.

[frowning at her, but he'll sit. On his chair. At his desk.]

[aggressiveapathy]

This is it. So you know. If you want to ask...I'm literally on your bed. If you don't....fine. But. That's how it is. It's not my fault you didn't ask.

[wizzardly]

Rather unfair of you, barging in to raise a topic and then relying on me to continue it.

...You may as well say your side of things. Why you don't like him, at least. If I don't ask further than that, well - that's my choice, as you said. But you clearly came in wanting to say something.

[aggressiveapathy]

He threw Will at the guy when he started acting crazy. Instead of taking care of the asshole himself, he used my husband to be a stick to poke the bear. I just...wanted to say that. And then he wrote a book about 'helping' the guy that killed Will. So you know why he likes doing psych stuff.

[ She rolls on the bed so she's curled around a pillow, not looking at the wizard. There's no particular emotion in her voice. Just getting it out so Fred didn't have the only word. ]

You can buy the book at any local store.

[...okay. That was acidic. Just that last bit. ]

[wizzardly]

[oh, that's uncomfortable, seeing that show of emotion, her curling away. Rincewind chews at his lower lips, arms still folded but his shoulders losing their tension.]

He said he didn't know. I don't - I think it's dangerous as hell, trying to specialize in people like that, violent sorts, but you've got to admit they're unpredictable. And probably those are the sorts who get books sold, and that has something to do with it. I'm not saying I agree with it.

...Or that Will had to go through it. Or you.

But he did say he didn't know.

[aggressiveapathy]

If he didn't know, he'd send the police. You send the police after normal people.

[ She stays still, just breathing in...lavender. Luggage turf, and it's nice and familiar now. So she's not trying to scare him away. ]

But I'm pissed at him. Because he's a really shitty friend. But. Will loves him. So...

Yeah. You do what you want. I don't care. You die, now you knew. Like Will did. Does.

[wizzardly]

I'm not going to say he doesn't have some blame in it.

[it would be harder to say Chilton didn't. Rincewind wasn't there, was never involved, the truth is often muddled somewhere between two biased stories. But he does believe whatever blame the man has owed him, it was unintentional. The sin of ignorant ambition, perhaps.]

Certainly you've got every right to still be angry your husband was murdered. Gods. I can't imagine. Just... [he fidgets uncomfortably. That "you die" was unsettling, churns his stomach.] ...He's been rather kind to me, actually. Helpful. Much the same as you two have been. So it's - it's not going to come down to choosing sides, is it?

[aggressiveapathy]

Nah. There's...it's a shitshow. All around. But I'm right.

[ Her and Will versus Will and Chilton and just...ugh. ]

But. I know he's been bitchy with the whole...I don't know. Sexing you to sleep or whatever. So. Yeah.

[wizzardly]

[HAHA WHAT WOW

Rincewind's ears go bright pink, and he tugs his hat down so far it covers his eyes completely.]

That's not what it is! And it's - it's fine, it's not... ideal, obviously, but there are pills and things. It'd be a bit much, me expecting all this to blow over just so I can sleep better. I'm not asking that.

[and he's inordinately relieved that she's not asking him to choose, that she doesn't seem inclined to hate him for trying to maintain what have been two good relationships for him.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ She can't even ask Will to chose, how could she push it on other people? Fred is the devil, sure. But so are half the people in this place. So. All she can do is do what works for her. In this case it involves rolling in his sheets, because maybe luggage uses a little more softener than she's used to. ]

So it's just the cuddling after? That helps.