Quentin Coldwater (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
magician_king) wrote2020-01-12 01:19 pm
magician_king) wrote2020-01-12 01:19 pm
IC INBOX for The Last Voyages
You know what to do.
Bill zooms over his shoulder and lands on something high like an anxious bird.
"YYYYEAH, LIL BIT! HE'S MY, EH, YOU KNOW-"
He's struggling to figure out what word he wants here. He knows what he wants to say, but it's not-
This isn't really the way he wants to do that particular reveal about his personal life.
"I TALKED ABOUT THE CULTISTS, RIGHT? I KEEP GETTING SUMMONED BY PEOPLE WHO WANT TO USE MAGIC TO LEARN EVERYTHING AND GET FAMOUS OR POWERFUL?"
"YYYYEAH, LIL BIT! HE'S MY, EH, YOU KNOW-"
He's struggling to figure out what word he wants here. He knows what he wants to say, but it's not-
This isn't really the way he wants to do that particular reveal about his personal life.
"I TALKED ABOUT THE CULTISTS, RIGHT? I KEEP GETTING SUMMONED BY PEOPLE WHO WANT TO USE MAGIC TO LEARN EVERYTHING AND GET FAMOUS OR POWERFUL?"
"I'm sorry that I couldn't do more."
He says, tucking it in his pocket, watching the floor.
He says, tucking it in his pocket, watching the floor.
"Erm- I think so. Or I figured that out. You're pretty Lovecraftian when you want to be."
So he'd already had that in his head, either way.
"Tell me you aren't his familiar or something?"
So he'd already had that in his head, either way.
"Tell me you aren't his familiar or something?"
Bill laughs a weak, nervous laugh.
"NO, I MEAN WELL - HE CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING I DON'T WANT TO, I'M BILL CIPHER!"
He puffs up a little.
"BUT HE CAN SHOOT MY FRIENDS, AND HE HAS DONE SO IN THE PAST! IF YOU SEE WHAT I'M GETTING AT HERE!"
He's still wearing the ring - it hasn't lit up once, but there's room here for clever phrasing to get around it.
"NO, I MEAN WELL - HE CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING I DON'T WANT TO, I'M BILL CIPHER!"
He puffs up a little.
"BUT HE CAN SHOOT MY FRIENDS, AND HE HAS DONE SO IN THE PAST! IF YOU SEE WHAT I'M GETTING AT HERE!"
He's still wearing the ring - it hasn't lit up once, but there's room here for clever phrasing to get around it.
Edited 2018-02-06 01:12 (UTC)
"Want to step up your training rate? We could go to four classes a week."
He's really desperate to do something, anything.
He's really desperate to do something, anything.
"I can't work out if that's a 'yes, actually,' or a 'he's Van Helsing.'"
He says, regarding him, as he settles into the desk chair.
"Who're your friends?"
He says, regarding him, as he settles into the desk chair.
"Who're your friends?"
Credence hasn't even touched his wand since the flood. Then again, everything else has gone to hell, too. Sleeping, eating. He's been meticulous about making sure that Goldstein is cared for.
"I...maybe."
He feels like he's letting Quentin down. He's already proven himself to be irresponsible, selfish, stupid. He doesn't want to disappoint him even more.
"Anything, anything you want, I am here for."
He promises, softly, but very sincerely.
"Just call me. That's all."
He promises, softly, but very sincerely.
"Just call me. That's all."
"YOU, DUMMY, YOU'RE MY FRIEND. ... HE'S MY PREVIOUS SUMMONER, WE'VE BEEN CHASING EACH OTHER AROUND FOR LIKE THREE DECADES. HE DOES REALLY LIKE TO PUT SUPERNATURAL BEINGS IN SUSPENSION JARS AND PULL THEIR WINGS OFF AND STUFF TO STUDY THEM, THOUGH. LITTLE OF BOTH!"
The ring flashes, early on in the sentence. Bill glances down.
"UGH, RIGHT, I GOT SUMMONED BY A COUPLE OF F-" Fucking kids. Bill takes a breath and starts over.
"...A COUPLE OF KIDS IN 2012. THIRD-FROM-LAST SUMMONER!"
There, that's true.
The ring flashes, early on in the sentence. Bill glances down.
"UGH, RIGHT, I GOT SUMMONED BY A COUPLE OF F-" Fucking kids. Bill takes a breath and starts over.
"...A COUPLE OF KIDS IN 2012. THIRD-FROM-LAST SUMMONER!"
There, that's true.
Edited 2018-02-06 01:38 (UTC)
"That all just makes me want to fight him."
Says Quentin, eyebrows going a little bit up. He also kind of unconsciously brightens; they're friends.
"So what the hell is he doing here? Warden, inmate, or is there some bullshit event going on that I missed the start of?"
Says Quentin, eyebrows going a little bit up. He also kind of unconsciously brightens; they're friends.
"So what the hell is he doing here? Warden, inmate, or is there some bullshit event going on that I missed the start of?"
He picks up the communicator to skim and find the face.
Oh, and to casually ruin Bill's life. He grins at him while he does it.
Oh, and to casually ruin Bill's life. He grins at him while he does it.
Edited 2018-02-06 04:15 (UTC)
"WHAT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING."
Oh my god.
"QUENTIN!"
He turns red, but his pupil is a dumb little exclamation-point: this is probably embarrassment. He starts trying to clamber down from his perch - a closed door means the access filter keeps him from using his powers.
"HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW I'M HERE YET!"
Oh my god.
"QUENTIN!"
He turns red, but his pupil is a dumb little exclamation-point: this is probably embarrassment. He starts trying to clamber down from his perch - a closed door means the access filter keeps him from using his powers.
"HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW I'M HERE YET!"
"Don't panic. I'm taking the bull by the horns!"
Says Quentin, reaching for him with a laugh, moving to help him down onto the desk.
"Well, he knows now. Guess you're going to have to move your plans up, huh?"
Says Quentin, reaching for him with a laugh, moving to help him down onto the desk.
"Well, he knows now. Guess you're going to have to move your plans up, huh?"
Bill accepts the help and then buries his eye in both white-glowing hands. His voice is very high.
"UGH -! THIS IS THE THING I ASKED YOU SPECIFICALLY NOT TO DO! CAN I TELL YOU MORE STUFF OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO GO TELL STANFORD RIGHT AWAY WITH IT?"
"UGH -! THIS IS THE THING I ASKED YOU SPECIFICALLY NOT TO DO! CAN I TELL YOU MORE STUFF OR ARE YOU JUST GOING TO GO TELL STANFORD RIGHT AWAY WITH IT?"
"You said don't talk to him until we debriefed. Which we did."
Points out Quentin, resting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, smiling gently down at him.
"I'm your friend first. No matter how much he tells me about you throwing infants into lava pits. How are you doing with this- aside from feeling totally out of control about your carefully curated impressions potentially being shattered?"
Points out Quentin, resting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, smiling gently down at him.
"I'm your friend first. No matter how much he tells me about you throwing infants into lava pits. How are you doing with this- aside from feeling totally out of control about your carefully curated impressions potentially being shattered?"
"I knew before you even said it, before I even saw him, that he was a Pines." Still watching him, still equal parts gentle and wry; "So maybe you should start from scratch there? The blunter than blunt version of that story."
Bill drags his eye out of his hands - his eye isn't the usual black that it goes when he's angry, but white with pink-red creeping up from the bottom.
"IT'S HIS FAULT I'M EVEN INVOLVED WITH THE DUMB FAMILY. I'M INVOLVED BECAUSE WE WERE INVOLVED."
Holy shit, please get it. Don't make him be clearer than this, he might die.
"IT'S HIS FAULT I'M EVEN INVOLVED WITH THE DUMB FAMILY. I'M INVOLVED BECAUSE WE WERE INVOLVED."
Holy shit, please get it. Don't make him be clearer than this, he might die.
Edited 2018-02-06 06:34 (UTC)
"He was the one who kicked the hornet's nest."
He says, still watching him.
"So how do you want to play it? His arrival here."
He says, still watching him.
"So how do you want to play it? His arrival here."
"NO, NO, NO NO NO."
Bill stands up and walks across the surface of the desk to poke at Quentin. He has changed his mind, he is not going to die, because first he has to be very exasperated.
"NO, NO, HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THIS! BOYFRIEND! NO - NO PART OF THIS CONVERSATION EVER LEAVES THE ROOM!"
His voice is hitting truly impressive embarrassed-screech levels.
Bill stands up and walks across the surface of the desk to poke at Quentin. He has changed his mind, he is not going to die, because first he has to be very exasperated.
"NO, NO, HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THIS! BOYFRIEND! NO - NO PART OF THIS CONVERSATION EVER LEAVES THE ROOM!"
His voice is hitting truly impressive embarrassed-screech levels.
"What?"
He's just always assumed Bill was... too triangular for that kind of thing.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Bill!"
Knowing him is sure an adventure in subverted expectations.
He's just always assumed Bill was... too triangular for that kind of thing.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Bill!"
Knowing him is sure an adventure in subverted expectations.
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