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...You're just teasing me now. [sullenly.
He peeks out from under his hat enough to see her rolling, and offers:]
You could have the Luggage do more of your laundry, you know. If you don't already. You'd probably have it dancing for you, it'd be so pleased.
He peeks out from under his hat enough to see her rolling, and offers:]
You could have the Luggage do more of your laundry, you know. If you don't already. You'd probably have it dancing for you, it'd be so pleased.
I don't know what he does. I don't know why he won't come here. I'm just saying why he's an asshole.
[ ...that she would scream at if he came here. But, whatever. he's a grown man. He can deal.]
Can't give them what they want. Then no one's happy.
[ ...that she would scream at if he came here. But, whatever. he's a grown man. He can deal.]
Can't give them what they want. Then no one's happy.
[yeah, he's. Pretty sure she knows why. They've already hashed this out, as far as Rincewind's concerned, it's no party dwelling on it.]
Just do me a favor, and don't be too mean to the Luggage. The last time a woman broke its heart I lost track of it for nearly a week and it came back smelling of seaweed and spiced liquor.
Just do me a favor, and don't be too mean to the Luggage. The last time a woman broke its heart I lost track of it for nearly a week and it came back smelling of seaweed and spiced liquor.
Edited 2016-05-21 04:08 (UTC)
You're lying.
[That gets her to roll over (on his bed, a fact she's ignoring) to face him. No way the luggage had a broken heart. ]
[That gets her to roll over (on his bed, a fact she's ignoring) to face him. No way the luggage had a broken heart. ]
Oh, it was sad. You wouldn't believe. [a slight, cautious smirk.]
Her name was Conina. Barbarian hero sort, lovely but absolutely terrifying. [Rincewind had quite the argument with his own libido over her, but that ended up as much of a failure as everything else in his life.]
The Luggage took quite the shine to her, but she was always put off by it. She kicked at it and sent it away from her one time it was trying to fight beside her, broke its little wooden heart in two. Sent it on quite the bender.
Her name was Conina. Barbarian hero sort, lovely but absolutely terrifying. [Rincewind had quite the argument with his own libido over her, but that ended up as much of a failure as everything else in his life.]
The Luggage took quite the shine to her, but she was always put off by it. She kicked at it and sent it away from her one time it was trying to fight beside her, broke its little wooden heart in two. Sent it on quite the bender.
Drank all the furniture polish it could find?
[ He is winning a war she didn't know was happening, April grinning over at him just at the joke idea of the luggage liking someone else. Please. She was a magical, once in a life time thing.
Clearly.]
Where were you?
[ He is winning a war she didn't know was happening, April grinning over at him just at the joke idea of the luggage liking someone else. Please. She was a magical, once in a life time thing.
Clearly.]
Where were you?
I care about you, Rincewind. I can't say I care about any randomly dangled fellow.
Probably put a bar out of business, more like. It has a surprising taste for alcohol at times. It just... takes it quite a bit to effect it.
[he gets up, wandering over idly to sit on the edge of the bed.]
Oh, I was being captured at the time. Then there was the whole mess of breaking out, of course, and then a terrible trip on a flying carpet and having to stop a sourcerer from releasing the creatures of the Dungeon Dimensions and destroying the Disc. But the Luggage caught up with me eventually. [a slight smile.] It always does.
[he gets up, wandering over idly to sit on the edge of the bed.]
Oh, I was being captured at the time. Then there was the whole mess of breaking out, of course, and then a terrible trip on a flying carpet and having to stop a sourcerer from releasing the creatures of the Dungeon Dimensions and destroying the Disc. But the Luggage caught up with me eventually. [a slight smile.] It always does.
[oh, that's... an odd confluence of emotion. There's a long silence, Rincewind chewing on his lip.]
...It wouldn't work. [whoever else Lucifer got under his thumb, there's no scenario where he'd be fine with the wizard removing another of his Marks - even from himself. He'd made it clear this was as much to keep tabs on Rincewind's ability to interfere as anything else.
Besides, why give up something when you can add to the pile instead?
But Rincewind can't explain that. Couldn't possibly. The shame of having that foreign magic pulsing under his skin is too much to admit aloud, particularly when it might spook Chilton off of associating with him altogether.]
It's - I appreciate you coming up with ideas. [even morally dubious ones.] Don't think I don't. But that one won't work.
...It wouldn't work. [whoever else Lucifer got under his thumb, there's no scenario where he'd be fine with the wizard removing another of his Marks - even from himself. He'd made it clear this was as much to keep tabs on Rincewind's ability to interfere as anything else.
Besides, why give up something when you can add to the pile instead?
But Rincewind can't explain that. Couldn't possibly. The shame of having that foreign magic pulsing under his skin is too much to admit aloud, particularly when it might spook Chilton off of associating with him altogether.]
It's - I appreciate you coming up with ideas. [even morally dubious ones.] Don't think I don't. But that one won't work.
You wouldn't want that angle to work, is that it?
[Because Chilton, morally dubious as he was, saw no flaw in the substitution. Lucifer wanted a tool for a specific function, didn't matter what hardware shop supplied it.]
I supposed I can understand that. [He didn't hide his sigh.] I am still thinking about your predicament, you know. And I will continue to do so.
[Because Chilton, morally dubious as he was, saw no flaw in the substitution. Lucifer wanted a tool for a specific function, didn't matter what hardware shop supplied it.]
I supposed I can understand that. [He didn't hide his sigh.] I am still thinking about your predicament, you know. And I will continue to do so.
[he stays quiet, glad to go along with the answer Chilton's provided himself. He nods, even though he knows the other man can't see it.]
You really don't have to; I promise you I think about it enough for the both of us. But I do appreciate it.
What about on your end? - Did Sabriel ever call you?
You really don't have to; I promise you I think about it enough for the both of us. But I do appreciate it.
What about on your end? - Did Sabriel ever call you?
She did, yes. Any traces of magic on me -- well, it's inconclusive. She has before warded my house, and that's the known extent.
Which makes me quite the man of intrigue, doesn't it?
Which makes me quite the man of intrigue, doesn't it?
I'm quite sure I'd have information on that by now. It is more likely Lucifer's blindspot rather than my own doing -- consciously performed or not. This isn't something he would want known.
[A predication that Chilton knows for fact, having discussed the matter with Lucifer months before.]
[A predication that Chilton knows for fact, having discussed the matter with Lucifer months before.]
Oh, don't let him hear you say that. He might want to prove you wrong intimately.
Oh no, I don't believe I've heard that story. Do tell.
You never said his illusions could go over the network. I saw bloody Bel-Shamharoth over my computer screen, it's a wonder my heart stayed in my chest. No one expects to see one of the Dark Gods leering at them when they're learning to copy and paste.
And you haven't spoken of this -- Bel-Shamharoth, you said -- to anyone else? Because that implies that he had access to your very memories.
Which is not something I have ever experienced with him.
Which is not something I have ever experienced with him.
The Sender of Eight isn't exactly a figure I bring up in conversation, no. Or even think about, if I can help it.
[a beat.]
But it... had to be him, I mean he didn't admit it, but it - well I know I'm not going mad, all right, I haven't seen it since or anything. [defensively.]
[a beat.]
But it... had to be him, I mean he didn't admit it, but it - well I know I'm not going mad, all right, I haven't seen it since or anything. [defensively.]
I'm not suggesting you're seeing things. I just haven't known him to be able to do that.
Perhaps it is because he owns you, or perhaps it was -- well, other imPorts could have illusory powers.
Perhaps it is because he owns you, or perhaps it was -- well, other imPorts could have illusory powers.
Does it not? Given his power? I think it is important that we remain realistic.
-- And, well, yes. We have a supreme collection of bastards among our population, I wouldn't rule that out.
-- And, well, yes. We have a supreme collection of bastards among our population, I wouldn't rule that out.
...Right, fair point. About the bastards, I mean, not the ownership. I haven't dodged slavers for this long just to admit to wearing some delusional god's collar.
But I suppose that means it could've been anyone. All the more reason I'll be thankful to get that prescription filled. You'll send that to me?
But I suppose that means it could've been anyone. All the more reason I'll be thankful to get that prescription filled. You'll send that to me?
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