"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."
[Great, sexy. Same difference. She was totally not on board with what he called a 'lie,' but whatever. Not the debate for the bloody. Maybe another night. When he was calling her the liar.]
They were being set up in the first place. The revolutionaries, I mean. By someone who'd planned to murder the emperor anyway - gave him other heads to roll, you know, after the fact. Convenient.
[Rincewind's expression darkened. He shook his head.]
They were little more than children. Literally. And they had this dreamy idea of how things would go, that was the real trouble. They bought into this grand thought that there's some nobility in dying for a cause. Hook, line, and sinker.
[But he admits, after a pause:]
I suppose we won though. Technically. A bunch of other things happened first, their "people's revolution" really had nothing to do with it, but - I suppose you could say it turned out for them. Er. I think. The last I knew I had a knife against my throat before I was pulled back here, so I can't say for sure how it ended.
[for them or himself, which Rincewind has mostly tried not to think about.
People with beliefs are the worst. Make the clean up way harder for the rest of us.
[Leslie Knope. But as fun as a bloody revolution sounds, April's not really one for leading groups of kids. She could see how gross the whole thing could've been for the wizard.]
And this place's this place. Don't worry about the gossip you missed. It'll all happen again.
Depressingly accurate. [which is generally Rincewind's job to be, but he's glad April's willing to pick up the slack for him. Another kindness, between the wine and the food.]
Well, as long as I get a week or so to myself before then. [he twists his way further into the couch cushions, settling.] I'd say it's the least the universe owes me. Any of them.
...You're okay then? [not that those sorts of questions worry him, or anything. Of course.]
[April lets out a small huff as she pushes herself into a standing position. Totally using the couch to leverage herself up, messing with his settling just a tiny bit out of principle. ]
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Date: 2016-09-21 09:36 pm (UTC)[Great, sexy. Same difference. She was totally not on board with what he called a 'lie,' but whatever. Not the debate for the bloody. Maybe another night. When he was calling her the liar.]
You win?
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Date: 2016-09-29 02:31 am (UTC)[Rincewind's expression darkened. He shook his head.]
They were little more than children. Literally. And they had this dreamy idea of how things would go, that was the real trouble. They bought into this grand thought that there's some nobility in dying for a cause. Hook, line, and sinker.
[But he admits, after a pause:]
I suppose we won though. Technically. A bunch of other things happened first, their "people's revolution" really had nothing to do with it, but - I suppose you could say it turned out for them. Er. I think. The last I knew I had a knife against my throat before I was pulled back here, so I can't say for sure how it ended.
[for them or himself, which Rincewind has mostly tried not to think about.
The wine is helping with that.]
...Anyway. Anything happen here?
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Date: 2016-10-03 03:46 pm (UTC)[Leslie Knope. But as fun as a bloody revolution sounds, April's not really one for leading groups of kids. She could see how gross the whole thing could've been for the wizard.]
And this place's this place. Don't worry about the gossip you missed. It'll all happen again.
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Date: 2016-10-05 02:27 am (UTC)Well, as long as I get a week or so to myself before then. [he twists his way further into the couch cushions, settling.] I'd say it's the least the universe owes me. Any of them.
...You're okay then? [not that those sorts of questions worry him, or anything. Of course.]
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Date: 2016-10-11 10:39 pm (UTC)[April lets out a small huff as she pushes herself into a standing position. Totally using the couch to leverage herself up, messing with his settling just a tiny bit out of principle. ]
It's you jerks that keep me up at night.