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[wizzardly]

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"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."

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[wizzardly]

[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?

[slightlyoffchilt]

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?

[wizzardly]

It rather does. I don't suppose it could be another Porter power of yours you simply don't know about? A sort of - bundled in thing?

[slightlyoffchilt]

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.]

[wizzardly]

Oh, well, no one likes word getting 'round about performance issues.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, don't let him hear you say that. He might want to prove you wrong intimately.

[wizzardly]

Probably shouldn't have been a bastard and scared me at the library then. Bit of a mood killer. Did I tell you about that?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh no, I don't believe I've heard that story. Do tell.

[wizzardly]

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.

[slightlyoffchilt]

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.

[wizzardly]

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.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

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.

[wizzardly]

Him saying he owns me doesn't actually mean it, you know. [snapped out.] I wish you'd stop saying that.

What, and just randomly be a bastard? Find it funny to frighten the wizard? 'Isn't it just hilarious when we send Rincewind scrambling?'

[slightlyoffchilt]

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.

[wizzardly]

...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?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Or the pharmacy directly, based on your insurance information.

Take care of yourself, in the meanwhile. If circumstances with Lucifer get too thorny... Well. Give me a call, won't you?

[wizzardly]

You're the first number in my phone, I assure you. - And do remember my advice as well this time.

[Don't Trust Lords.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Of course, of course. I'll speak with you again soon.