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WHO: Ilias, Isaac, Kostos, Leander
WHAT: Four mages stuck in a library (a bottle episode)
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Outside Starkhaven
NOTES: Probably some violence at some point
WHAT: Four mages stuck in a library (a bottle episode)
WHEN: Early Solace
WHERE: Outside Starkhaven
NOTES: Probably some violence at some point
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"Have you been knighted?" Bubbles out, despite himself. A pivot from sincerity; too close to the fight they're not having. The one they're not going to have here. "Are you his keeper?"
That the purpose of the fucking phylactery, the scar across his chest? Leander shouldn't have done it. Ilias shouldn't have had to ask.
(And Isaac, Isaac should leave this be. The door's shut. No sense in pressing eye to keyhole — what happens will happen. Someone could get hurt in there. It won't be him. He should be grateful for that.)
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"He listens to me." He doesn't listen to anyone else. (Ilias doesn't know what happens if he stops.) Better explanations exist, simmer near the surface, but not the sort to be risked on Averesch's ears. He turns a tight glance to the window instead, shaking his head.
"Would you have me do nothing?"
Like you?
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"I'd have you be honest with one of us," Isaac. Himself. "About what you're doing."
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It isn't ineffective. It doesn't not bring that flicker of openness to his eyes, the cautious consideration that's always come before a question posed, a hypothetical teased out between them, a position subtly shifted. Only there isn't anything else, this time. There isn't a them. Ilias takes a last pull of his cigarette; stamps it against the window sill.
"If you do not want to be part of this, then don't."
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"Don't forget the striker."
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