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[spellslots]

[Good morning Riverview. America's favourite wizard is here with an announcement.

America's favourite wizard is also doing his first audio only post, because he looks like shit and he's out of spell slots to cast Disguise Self.]

So, uh, what's up, my dudes? I'm gonna cut to the chase here, cause most of you aren't complete idiots and have probably noticed that some weird shit is happening and that weird shit, while not my fault, is thanks to some fucko in my world messing with magical items, so now we're dealing with the consequences.

[That fucko is Magnus, who he's throwing under the bus on this, although not by name at least.

There's a very audible sigh from Taako's end of things.]

Here's the skinny: an item with control over time has gotten its shit messed up in the portal, and that's why people are suddenly like, babies or whatever, and the folks here don't really, uh, well they don't know how to fix it. They don't know enough about the chalice, and I don't know enough about the portal, so... so we're asking for help. I'd put money on arcane knowledge getting us the furthest, but at this point I'm willing to take input from anyone who knows their science shit, too, as long as you're not gonna try to tell me that magic doesn't exist. I can guaran-fucking-tee that I'm not in the mood.

[Someone hasn't slept in two days because he's been trying to figure this out, worried about both the chalice itself and the potential that a part of the light existing in this universe could lead the Hunger to it.]

The big thing is that it needs to go back, we bring that shit all the way in here and it's gonna break pretty bad for a lot of people and this stupid cup has given me enough grief that I'm super ready to never see it again in my entire life. Anyone who wants to help should get in touch with the dudes running the portal, but if you got questions I can field 'em. Heads up, you'll get better answers if you promise me coffee.

[He's doing his Good Deed of the week, he could at least get some caffeine out of it.]

Comments

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I wouldn't hate it.

[Which feels awful to admit out loud, but this is already so complicated, and all it does is drag up painful memories. The absence left by Lup's disappearance, those last horrible moments as he and Barry forgot her.

Watching Barry fall.

It's a lot.]

[scholiast]

(It's fine.

Sort of. Lucretia is careful not to let it show, but of course it stings. She nods slowly. She's already caused him enough strife as it is: she can, at least, do this.)

Um, alright. I can do that.

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[He won't take it back, but he... he hates hurting her, even as angry as he is. Taako scrubs a hand over his face, sighing.]

I can crash at Eddie's. Or Clark's, so you don't have to tip toe around me.

[They both live here, but Taako has more places he can go because he's been her longer, enough to make those connections.]

[scholiast]

Oh, if you'd like. I was going to go and stay at the office.

(She's not about to turf him out of his own house over this.) It won't... I mean, it won't be for very long, will it.

[spellslots]

I dunno but you can't sleep in your office, come on.

[He's mad at her!! Why does her care!!!]

[scholiast]

(She totally can and would, but this is getting a bit ridiculous, so she relents.)

Alright, I'll stay here.

[spellslots]

Good, I don't-- [Don't what? He's honestly not sure.

What he is sure of is the fact he needs some fresh air.] I'm gonna - go. If got any questions or whatever you can text me.

[That leaves contact open without him actually having to talk to her in person.]

[scholiast]

Same to you.

(She won't text him. She wonders if he knows that.)

Take care.

[spellslots]

[He knows, but he had to make the offer anyway.

Exits are always weird and uncomfortable; he casts blink, disappearing into the ethereal plane so he can sneak out that way.]