"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."
[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.
[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.
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.]
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.
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.]
...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?
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...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.
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[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.
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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?
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Which makes me quite the man of intrigue, doesn't it?
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[A predication that Chilton knows for fact, having discussed the matter with Lucifer months before.]
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Which is not something I have ever experienced with him.
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[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.]
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Perhaps it is because he owns you, or perhaps it was -- well, other imPorts could have illusory powers.
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What, and just randomly be a bastard? Find it funny to frighten the wizard? 'Isn't it just hilarious when we send Rincewind scrambling?'
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-- And, well, yes. We have a supreme collection of bastards among our population, I wouldn't rule that out.
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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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Take care of yourself, in the meanwhile. If circumstances with Lucifer get too thorny... Well. Give me a call, won't you?
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[Don't Trust Lords.]
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