voice;

[whathawksdo]

At the risk of sounding like a poster for a missing dog, I'm wondering, if, perhaps, anyone has seen a particularly large and eldritch looking staff being dragged around town? Made out of metal, big scary red gem at the top, crescent blade at the end, may or may not be sparking and shooting lightning...

[ And she just got it back, too. What are the odds? ]

I'm not taking any responsibility for accidental electrocutions, by the way. Most of you shouldn't even be able to activate the damnable thing.

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[whathawksdo]

For whoever took it, if they don't turn themselves in first.

[inmyothertights]

Do you want a tracking spell.

[whathawksdo]

Oh, good, more tracking spells. Exactly what I needed in my life.

[ What that means, she won't expand upon. ]

It won't bring anything viciously to life, will it?

[inmyothertights]

No, my bringing things viciously to life days are behind me.

[whathawksdo]

Oh, that's good to hear. I'm glad we won't be ending up with a "out of control mage staff terrorizes millions" headline.

[ That said! ]

What would you need to track it?

[inmyothertights]

Probably just more details on what kind of magical signature is behind it.

[whathawksdo]

[ Horrible and bloody magical signatures, probably, but she won't say that. ]

Whatever mine is like. There should be enough of me stuck to it.

[inmyothertights]

Then yeah, if we meet up, I can track it.

[whathawksdo]

I don't suppose you're already located in De Chima, are you?

[inmyothertights]

No but it only takes me a few minutes to get over there.

[whathawksdo]

I'm still at my house there. De Chima, number five.

[inmyothertights]

Okay, I'll be right there-

[And there's the sound of a crash from outside. He did not expect that garbage can lid.]

Ow.

Hey, uh.

Open the door?

[whathawksdo]

[ Why can every other magic-user teleport? That's so unfair. ]

Hang on a minute.

[ She needs to get to the door first! Which does, indeed, take a minute. Possibly two. Then she's opening the door to see if he's really out there. He is, of course, and-- ]

Did you land in the trash?

[inmyothertights]

[He's very stuck, thanks, and he can fly so this is even more embarrassing.]

I've been having a little trouble sticking the landing, lately. A little help?

[He wiggles a bit and reaches his hand out.]

[whathawksdo]

[ Her apologies, Billy, but she can't help but grin at that, barely holding back a laugh. ]

Might I suggest, next time, aiming for the lawn?

[ Close to the house, you're bound to hit something. Regardless, she'll step outside proper and take his hand, helping him out. ]

Careful there. It may be a little slippery.

[inmyothertights]

[He makes a huffy noise, but out he comes.]

Okay, here we go.

[Once he's out there's a little blue shimmer, and he is no longer trash-smelling at all.]

If we could both pretend that didn't happen, I'd be grateful.

[whathawksdo]

Find my staff and I'll call it a deal.

[ Now that he's up and at 'em, she'll let go of his hand and step side, holding the door open for him. ]

Interesting de-trashing trick, by the way.

[inmyothertights]

Yeah, at least I'm good at cleaning spells, now.

[He looks her over for a minute.]

Okay, where was it when you last saw it?

[whathawksdo]

Yesterday, when I put it away upstairs.

[inmyothertights]

All right, lead the way. Let's see where it was.

[Magical bloodhound Billy Kaplan, on the case.]

[whathawksdo]

[ Hawke gives a nod and turns to head further on into the house, then up the stairs to the second floor. The destination is, likely unsurprisingly, a bedroom and one that could really use some tidying up at that.

It's an open closet door she gestures at once they enter, though. ]

I kept it in there when I wasn't hauling it around with me.

[inmyothertights]

[Billy takes a look around, then sits in the middle of the room, cross-legged, and holds up his hands.

Whatever he's seeing, it's not visible to her.]

You don't ward the place?

[whathawksdo]

[ She'll just stand back and let him do his thing.

Please don't animate anything, please don't animate anything... ]

No. Wards aren't a particular talent of mine, unfortunately.

[inmyothertights]

Oh.

[They're not Billy's greatest either, but he's learning.

Nothing is animated; instead his eyes turn a neon shade of blue - the whole eye, anyway - and he holds his hands in a Sorcerer Supreme fashion, until...]

Uh.

Water.

[whathawksdo]

[ The eyes going blue has Hawke giving a start and all but leaping even further away from Billy. ]

Maker's breath... [ It's an oath muttered under her own breath and, for the barest of a moment, she's tense, but it's only a knee-jerk reaction. To what, she doesn't say, but she does relax again, at least enough to ask: ] Water? What about water?