Rincewind (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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maskormenace2017-03-17 12:15 am
wizzardly) wrote in maskormenace2017-03-17 12:15 am
Entry tags:
- abigail hobbs | n/a,
- archie | broceidon,
- harleen quinzel | harley quinn,
- john constantine | con man,
- † angus mcdonald | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † haen hithiel | chatterbug,
- † james patrick march | the master,
- † julian day | calendar man,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † sherlock holmes | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | stop that,
- † will graham | wolf trap
video; [3/15, TW for murder most foul]
[Happy Ides, everyone. To celebrate, here's a pale, shaken wizzard on your screen, standing in some nondescript Maurtia Falls allet. If the pallor of his skin makes him look a person who may be ill, that's probably because he is. Or at least was. Barely thirty seconds ago, violently, behind a trash can.]
Once, just once I'd like to go a month without - without the streets flooding with ghosts, or being in ridiculous brawls in bars with bears, or being kidnapped, or - or -
[Rincewind breaks off with a pained, miserable expression, glancing back over his shoulder. As he does so, the video shifts enough to show a dumpster with its lid open, a bag of trash abandoned outside it. The angle makes it impossible to see inside.]
...There's a body in there. Two, er, halves of one. Someone's, um...
[Rincewind swallows thickly, fighting another wave of nausea.]
I don't think she's an imPort. ...Was. Gods.
Look - someone come deal with this, will you? That's what you heroes are meant to do, right? So one of you needs to bloody well get out here. I'm not - I can't - this isn't my responsibility.
Once, just once I'd like to go a month without - without the streets flooding with ghosts, or being in ridiculous brawls in bars with bears, or being kidnapped, or - or -
[Rincewind breaks off with a pained, miserable expression, glancing back over his shoulder. As he does so, the video shifts enough to show a dumpster with its lid open, a bag of trash abandoned outside it. The angle makes it impossible to see inside.]
...There's a body in there. Two, er, halves of one. Someone's, um...
[Rincewind swallows thickly, fighting another wave of nausea.]
I don't think she's an imPort. ...Was. Gods.
Look - someone come deal with this, will you? That's what you heroes are meant to do, right? So one of you needs to bloody well get out here. I'm not - I can't - this isn't my responsibility.
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[The way he says it implies something worse than a firing.]
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All right. Well, at least that woman likely wouldn't kidnap me for him.
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[there's an understatement. Rincewind had been immensely touched that Chilton hadn't abandoned him.]
Do... you think she'll be more trouble?
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[Probably the very opposite of what Rincewind wanted to hear, in many ways.]
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But you aren't going to go after her, are you? You'll let her alone if she lets you alone, right?
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This makes a world of difference.
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What's any of that to do with you? It's people you help. There's none of this - programming involved.
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[he makes a frustrated noise.]
Never mind. Just never mind. There's no talking you out of this, is there?
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But since you have, I'll hold off until you endanger it again.
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Just inevitably.
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...I know. I know. Sorry. And you did get me out.
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