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[magician_king]

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[magician_king]

"Good."

He says, watching her back, and eventually nodding. Good, he trusts her assessment of that; he also believes she will be, then.

"I guess it'd be really jarring. I mean I found it unsettling, talking about the things I try not to talk about, and I'm kind of-"

What's a nice, not too self-deprecating phrase for 'not very mysterious'?

[utselet]

"An open book?" she offers, her smile widening a little, growing warmer.

"You remind me of a friend of mine," she admits, despite the shields she still holds in her mind. "He was never meant for KGB. He could handle the pressure, but not the secrecy, even working at a desk."

[magician_king]

"I am a lot better at dragging things into the open than I am at compartmentalizing."

He admits, with a shake of his head.

"It's the scifi-fantasy enthusiast in me."

[utselet]

"I don't really know much about it," she admits. "The... sci-fi, fantasy."

"My friend was a realist, too." Like her. Very much like her. Despite everything, she still considers herself a realist, a pragmatist. She only believes in the magic because it is, quite literally, in front of her eyes. "We don't have magicians, so he was going to leave for med school."

[magician_king]

"I thought a bit about that, before I went to Brakebills."

He admits, with a faint nod.

"I would probably have gone into mathematics, though."

[utselet]

She falls quiet for a moment, sipping her tea, though her silence is a pensive one; she's clearly thinking about something.

"I never thought about anything else," she admits eventually. "There was never any other plan for me. Always I wanted to serve my-- what used to be my country."

[magician_king]

"I'm really sorry that it didn't turn out how you would have hoped."

Quentin says.

"I mean, obviously, I wouldn't go back in time and change the outcome of the cold war, but I can imagine it must be really disorienting and weird."

[utselet]

She nods. "It is, but it's not only that. I don't..."

She looks up. "I told you what happened, yes? The FBI turning me, the gulag?"

[magician_king]

"You did."

He admits, with a nod.

"Most of it, anyways. I'm really sorry, if I didn't say it then."

[utselet]

"You don't need to do that," she cuts in, quickly and a little tightly. Pity has its uses, but it gets old, and she thinks -- she hopes -- Quentin knows her well enough now that she doesn't need it from him.

"My only point is," she moves on, voice softening slightly, eyes cutting away again, "how this war ends... it doesn't really matter for me anymore. Either way, I'm still without a job, without a plan. People keep asking me what I'm going to do next, and I have no answer."

[magician_king]

"Do you want to come up with one?"

He wonders, resting his elbows on the table.

"I mean, for one thing, with what I've shown you alone, you could go home and have a powerful career as a psychic. Demonstrate a couple of telekinetic abilities, do the talk show circuit, write a book-"

It's a terrible idea, but it's at least a start.

[utselet]

It's so out of left field that she actually laughs in disbelief, turning a thoroughly quizzical gaze on him. "You think I should become some kind of con artist?"

Not that she hasn't technically done her own fair share of similar things, but she shakes her head, sipping her tea. "May as well tell me to join the church and become a nun. At least this is a more respectable kind of charlatan."

[magician_king]

"I think that when you're brainstorming, no idea is too nuts. They might spark off to something good, right?"

He says, with a grin.

"You could- go back in time and marry a prince from a medieval castle."

[utselet]

She laughs again, though less incredulously now.

"Fine. I can... get a hot air balloon and go around the world in eighty days like Phineas Fogg. Or... become a werewolf, go to California, and run my own pack."

[magician_king]

"Um, if that's an option, why are we having this conversation? You should be a werewolf."

Says Quentin, brightly.

"Unless you want to come with me to Fillory and be a were lion."

[utselet]

"What do were-lions do in your Fillory?" she asks, leaning back and crossing her legs as if he's pitching her something.

"Lark told me that women are the leaders where he's from. You can offer me better than this?"

[magician_king]

"I actually have almost no idea. Would you be going with Lark?"

He wonders, tilting his head.

"Is he how you'd werewolf?"

[utselet]

"I honestly have no idea, either." She chuckles.

"But I thought we were talking about fantasies?"

[magician_king]

"You could go be- a famous hollywood actress of the golden age. Act alongside Chaplin."

He says, with a widening smile.

[utselet]

"I am a very good actress," she acknowledges, a shade ruefully, but with a smile.

"Maybe it doesn't even need to be silent film. Marlene Dietrich, Yul Brynner-- they had accents and still got to work."

[magician_king]

"Everyone would want to work with you."

He agrees, with a grin.

"That, I have no trouble believing. You could go further back- find a Vermeer or a Leonardo and be someone's muse. Shakespeare's Rosalind. Or you could be your own Russian writer. I bet you'd have a story to tell. Worst case scenario, grab a copy of something by Dostoevsky, find a date ten years before he was born, and publish your magnum opus."

[utselet]

She considers this, but decides: "Too far back. I might not have grown up with much, but I liked the things I had. Shower, refrigerator..." She touches her hair absently. "Hairdryer."

Something occurs to her and she smirks, glancing down at her clothes, then back up at him. "And I don't know if I'd like wearing a corset all the time."

[magician_king]

"Oh my god, you're right- I forgot how awful fashion could be for women in the past."

Thinking this over.

"You could go for the future? 2015? I feel like you'd like iphones, after some adjustment, but like you might hate hipsters."

[utselet]

"Maybe," she agrees, more seriously. "It feels like that's where-- when-- half of you are from, anyway. Around that time."

She's still not sure how she really feels about coming back after the end of the war, after the fall of communism itself, but she has to admit: "I got a TV for the holidays -- that's the year on it. Electronics do get very fancy in the future." She cocks her head. "Have you ever seen it? You might like it." She grins sheepishly. "I mean, I know you've seen a television, but this one has games on it."

[magician_king]

"Maybe. It depends what kind it is. We had something like it when I was a kid, but I'm a bit out of touch with that kind of thing- didn't have them at school, or in Fillory."

So there's every chance the system- or at least the games- will be unfamiliar.

"You could design an amazing barge based video game."