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- !event log,
- fuu hououji | zephyr,
- jaime reyes | blue beetle,
- joseph kavinsky | n/a,
- kang | n/a,
- marceline abadeer | the vampire queen,
- n/a | the midnighter,
- tadashi hamada | n/a,
- tim drake | robin,
- tohru adachi | n/a,
- wanda maximoff | scarlet witch,
- † aerith gainsborough | the ancient,
- † agent texas | n/a,
- † alison hendrix | n/a,
- † betty ross | n/a,
- † billy kaplan | wiccan,
- † brianna | the breeze,
- † bruce banner | hulk,
- † bucky barnes | winter soldier,
- † carl grimes | n/a,
- † charles xavier | professor x,
- † cindy moon | silk,
- † cisco ramon | vibe,
- † clara oswald | n/a,
- † commander shepard | blasto,
- † cosima niehaus | n/a,
- † count dooku | darth tyranus,
- † daisy johnson | quake,
- † dick grayson | nightwing,
- † dipper pines | n/a,
- † dorian gray | n/a,
- † edward elric | the fullmetal alchemist,
- † emmett brown | doc,
- † enid | n/a,
- † flynn lambert | walter white junior,
- † flynn scifo | n/a,
- † francis urquhart | n/a,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † george o'malley | n/a,
- † gogo tomago | n/a,
- † gregor vorbarra | greg vorthys,
- † hazel lockwood | n/a,
- † hermann gottlieb | n/a,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † james jesse | the trickster,
- † jeff winger | wingman,
- † jefih'ir zherma | six,
- † jesse pinkman | diesel,
- † joaquin mondragon | n/a,
- † joel | n/a,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † jonathan joestar | n/a,
- † josuke higashikata | crazy diamond,
- † junpei iori | jun★p,
- † jyushimatsu matsuno | n/a,
- † kaidan alenko | sentinel,
- † kaito kuroba | kaitou kid,
- † kanaya maryam-lalonde | psychopomp,
- † kaneda shotaro | n/a,
- † karen starr | power girl,
- † kasumi goto | n/a,
- † keith goodman | sky high,
- † keladry of mindelan | lady knight,
- † ken amada | n/a,
- † ken kaneki | one eyed king,
- † khada jhin | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † komasan | the youkai king,
- † kururu sumeragi | pledge queen,
- † l'arachel | n/a,
- † lan hikari | n/a,
- † leon camillia | n/a,
- † lexa | n/a,
- † lucifer | n/a,
- † lucy pevensie | the valiant,
- † mabel pines | n/a,
- † magicman | n/a,
- † maria thorpe | n/a,
- † marian hawke | andraste's mabari,
- † mark vorkosigan | peter michael kane,
- † matthew lynch | n/a,
- † mewtwo | n/a,
- † miles vorkosigan | admiral naismith,
- † minato arisato | n/a,
- † mitchell hundred | the great machine,
- † mitsuru kirijo | empress,
- † newton geiszler | n/a,
- † nicolas demidov | seeking snow,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † olivier armstrong | ice queen,
- † perry the platypus | agent p,
- † petyr baelish | littlefinger,
- † phoenix wright | feng,
- † qubit | n/a,
- † raina | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † richard gansey | raven king,
- † richard swift | the shade,
- † rikki barnes | nomad,
- † riku | darkeater,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sadie doyle | n/a,
- † saint walker | n/a,
- † sam merlotte | n/a,
- † santo vaccarro | rockslide,
- † sarah manning | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † satya wallace | n/a,
- † shusei kagari | hound 4,
- † skull man | dcn-036,
- † sorey | shepherd,
- † stephanie brown | batgirl,
- † ted kord | blue beetle ii,
- † tetsuo shima | n/a,
- † the (twelfth) doctor | n/a,
- † the iron bull | the iron dragon,
- † tobias matthews | n/a,
- † tony stark | iron man,
- † tucker | ladies man,
- † wendy corduroy | the coolest,
- † winry rockbell | n/a,
- † yayoi nakayama | roaring queen,
- † yuichiro hyakuya | n/a,
- † yuri lowell | n/a,
- † yuri petrov | lunatic
I'LL BE A TEENAGE IDOL JUST GIVE ME A BREAK
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here!
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.
Welcome, imPorts, to the one and only FanPort! As they're driven outside of the convention center, they'll see line-ups leading well out the doors filled with those dressed normally and cosplayers alike, complete with plenty of scalpers just outside of the doors. As guests of honour, imPorts get to skip past all the busy lines and are ushered into the Convention Centre through the back doors, only to be greeted with a veritable swarm of people. The quiet room being used for the Swear-In aside, this venue is absolutely packed, and filled to the brim with enthusiasm. Venture in a little further, imPorts, and see what awaits you...
A R T I S T ' S A L L E Y
The Artist's Alley is a bustling place, filled with creative minds of all sorts. It's easy to find tasteful - and not-so-tasteful - prints of imPorts to hang on the wall from everything to Power Girl leaping heroically into the air to Dorian Gray with his back turned and a sultry expression on his face. Of course, Artist's Alley isn't restricted to mere drawings: it's easy to find piles of plushies and keychains, buttons, T-shirts, and other types of exciting merchandise!
Want to simulate the mind as well as the eye? Look no further than the piles of doujinshi ready for the taking. Most tables are dominated by interactions that are seen as at least somewhat legitimate - such as Shepenko, Geiszlieb, and Pricefield - but there are tables in the back who crow about rarepairs like Laurie/Maya, Olivier/Kang, Gansey/Manolo and more! There's plenty of creativity on display, but be careful: as long as all involved parties are of age, there may be a scene a touch steamier than expected!
If you don't see what you want being sold already, there are plenty of commissioners who would leap at the chance to provide an imPort with a custom print or doll, just for them!
C O S P L A Y C O N T E S T
It's not a true convention without cosplayers, and for this event, the cosplayers come out in droves. There are those who have clearly raided their closet for ideas - claiming that they're the more ordinary looking imPorts like Jesse Pinkman or Alison Hendrix - but others have delighted in the challenge that the stranger imPorts have presented to them. Non-humans such as Kanaya Maryam and Marceline Abadeer are common for those who want to flex their make-up skills, but otherwise, heroes with identifiable costumes or who commonly wear period dress are popular choices.
And what of imPorts who want to join in? There are only two rules: imPorts may not enter as themselves, nor are they allowed to use shapeshifting powers. Other than that, they're welcome to join in on the competitions and the festivities! There are awards being given for everything from Best Performer to Best Costume to Most Accurate Posing, so jump in, and enjoy!
I M P O R T H A L L
Aside from the panels, this is where imports are welcomed as special guests! Above the entire affair is a huge sign that reads, cheerfully: "WELCOME IMPORTS!". Here, imPorts are welcomed to set up their own booths to sell their goods, autographs, and pictures, advertise their businesses, or to simply meet some of their fans! Security is tightest around this area, but only for the safety of imPorts; if any fans get a little too touchy-feely without the imPort's consent, rest assured, they'll be hauled out in short notice.
This is also the place where willing and participating imPorts are showered with special gifts featuring everything from fanmade scrapbooks of their public exploits and fanart, home baked goods, or samples from all sorts of corporate representatives eager to have imPorts represent everything from their clothing and perfume lines to their hemorrhoid creams.
R E F R E S H M E N T S
After all this fuss and bluster, it's time to get some refreshments. Just outside the venue, a series of imPort-inspired food tracks and stalls have set up shop, and are ready for your business! Want cotton candy in the shape of Qubit's hair? How about spooky, squid ink Scarecrow pasta? Dipper Dots icecream with a side of Mabel Mint Crisps? Some Minato Aritacos? Whatever your fancy, this is your place to find all the food you could ask for and more, complete with discounts if you're willing to show off that fancy imPort tattoo to prove that you're not just an exceptionally good cosplayer.
B A L L P I T
Even imPorts need a break from all this attention, which is where the ballpit comes in. It looks like they may have run out of funding when they planned this one... but hey, only imPorts are allowed in the ballpit room, and surely they'll be able to entertain themselves.
R A V E
As the convention begins to wind down in the evenings, other people are just getting started! The grand hall is opened up to various imPort inspired acts, including but not limited to the acts described in the last Majority Report, including new acts such as the A-T-inspired Roller Blade Bunnies, the Kid Flash-inspired All I See Is Yellow, and the Jinseok Jin-inspired Blissful Beauties. All of these shows are complete with light shows and complimentary glow sticks, and once the clock hits past 9 PM, a bar opens up in the back for natives and imPorts alike, provided that they're of-age -- and yes, they will be checking their IDs!
Want to get your rock on? These acts will gracefully step aside to allow imPort musicians to take the stage, but will respond even more happily to jam sessions.
P A N E L S
What happens when imPorts bring in their own technology to a world unprepared for it? What happens when they try traveling in time? How does this adversely affect the world around them, and how can you help stop it? Find out here, as an old man yells at an audience that's mostly excited to see an imPort in-person. Starring imPort guest: The Doctor.
A short, five-minute panel in which con-goers can get the necessary information about that odd trunk with feet they've seen scurrying around. This necessary information includes: 1) leave its owner, Rincewind alone, and 2) do not touch the luggage, complete with stacks of informative pamphlets. Brevity is the soul of wit, right? Starring imPort guest: Rincewind the Wizzard.
Join some of America's non-human imPorts in discussing the trials they face on a daily basis, and why they have decided to create SELF, an organization built to help them! While this is no doubt scintillating stuff, new members and businesses that may wish to invest are welcome. Starring imPort guests: Kang, Sabriel, and more!
Curious about magic? Tune in here for a discussion of the ins and outs of magic, differences across worlds, and what it's used for! Not interested in all that nerdy crap? Make sure to arrive for the second half of their presentation for a real life demonstration of magic! (FanPort does not take responsibility for any injuries or loss of property that may occur during this demonstration). Starring imPort guests: Sabriel, Elsa Brandt, L'Arachel, and more!
Ever wonder what it's really like being the Ambassador of an imPort city? Whether you want to know what colour tie the ambassador in question likes wearing, want to know more about due process, or just want to get a juicy scoop, step right up to where at least one Ambassador is ready to answer your questions! Starring imPort guest: Mitchell Hundred.
Do you want to get fashion tips from a preteen? Do you believe that they know what you should be wearing better than you? Well, you're in luck, because imPort kids are the best dressed around! Follow our imPort guests into a world of fashion from clothing to hairstyles to tasteful cosmetics! Starring imPort guests: Pacifica Northwest and Ken Amada.
Everyone welcome the premiere of America's newest teen pop sensation: Chucky Kentucky! ImPort fans have been abuzz since this event was announced, speculating on everything from his doubtlessly fashionable clothes to the dulcet tones of the voice they're bound to hear. Come see his premiere for yourself -- but come early, because there will surely be a line-up out the door! Starring imPort guests: Edward Elric AKA Chucky Kentucky, Winry Rockbell and Roy Mustang.
So, what's with those rollerblades you see around town? Find out here as imPorts do a live demonstration of what A-T is really capable of! If you want to watch some cool tricks and see the extent of the athleticism-on-wheels that imPorts are capable of, here's the place! Starring imPort guests: Yayoi Nakayama, Kururu Sumeragi, Ikki Minami, and Mikura Kazuma
Want to discuss all imPort-driven media? Well... this probably isn't the place for you. If you wish to discuss Jeff Winger's TV show, however, and learn a thing or two about his firm, this is the place for you! While this is mostly Q&A, don't worry; maybe Jeff will even divulge a secret or two about his killer work-out routine. Starring imPort guest: Jeff Winger.
Calling all history buffs! One of your friendly imPorts is here to teach you about natural magic and the supernatural, including all sorts of spooky splendors like ghosts, mythical Kings, and how the supernatural fits into World History. While it may be more informative than it is strictly entertaining, it's bound to be a treat for inquiring minds. Starring imPort guest: Gansey
This secret panel is... wait a second. This panel isn't secret at all! Using the glories of false advertising, imPorts take the stage to announce a benefit concert to be held within the next month. Ask your imPort entertainers questions about what it's really like to be them and listen to a song or two, but if it's a concert you want, you'll be disappointed... unless you stay for the real deal for their next panel! Starring imPort guests: Marceline and Maya Fey.
Now this is where the party's really at! Join one of your rocking-est - FanPort's description, not her own! - vampire superstar in a performance ready to bring the house down. And hey, if you want to shell out some cash for some merch and support your local artists, that's certainly a plus. Starring imPort guest: Marceline.
Whoa. Things are getting heavy around here as one very special imPort takes the stage to talk about the influence of the devil, dispel common myths about his possession of equine features, and a meditation on what Lucifer means to the common man. Starring imPort guest: Lucifer.
A Q&A panel featuring The Pink Princess herself, expect droves of the kids the show is directed at, and yes, plenty of adult fans to flock to this panel in droves! Gain hints as to what the Pink Princess is going to be up to next, and look at some awfully familiar silhouettes for future partners and villains... but of course, everyone's here for one reason, and that's the cute-as-a-button leading lady. Starring imPort guest: Maya Fey
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Already testy from the series of unexpected (and frankly bizarre) questions his panel raises among fans, Rincewind's mood is hardly improved to see that firefly of magical energy humming so patiently in the back row. The longer things go on, the more distracted and half-hearted the wizard's answers become. He risks a flickered gaze at Lucifer's cool, blue eyes every now and again, flexing his fingers, until finally his last thread of patience snaps and he's outright trying to shoo people from the room, shoving pamphlets in their protesting hands like life preservers on a rapidly sinking ship.
There is, after all, only one exit in the small, sad room, and Rincewind would like to be through it. Specifically, he would like to be through before he's left alone with the godlike-being he robbed of both a sigil and a ransom.
As soon as fans take their last photos of the Luggage and start to file out, Rincewind edges towards the door, camouflaged with a stressed smile and averted gaze.
Technically, he reminds himself, technically he's not actually disobeyed Lucifer since their little chat. He was told to return to Lucifer's side of things, to the imPort cities, and he's done so; he said it would be a few a days, and it's been just that, and no longer; he was told to surrender himself and... well, the how of that was never specified, now was it? Personally, Rincewind is still hoping that can be accomplished through a signed piece of paper and a reasonably-priced bottle of wine. Maybe one with a little white flag stuck in the cork. ...Like a joke.
Hah. Ha. Hah.
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So maybe he occasionally lifted his wings, rustled them and slid them back into place, making his aura undulate in the process, but if he did that was just because he was uncomfortable, sitting still for all of a few minutes.
He waited, right until Rincewind was trying to shuffle out among all his fans, and then he took wing. He emerged in the solid thicket of them, with a rush of wings that lifted the nearest out of his own personal space so physically that it jostled them into the next person along. It parted the space between himself and Rincewind, all violent whisking magic, feather strewn.
Unlike the no doubt terrified wizard, the people who'd noticed him appearing clapped and whooped, and Lucifer made an extravagant stage bow before stepping toward Rincewind purposefully.
"Now, now. How can I congratulate you on your panel if you're so quick to get away from me?"
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"Away? Away. Me? No, no, of course not." Pathetic, his voice sounded pathetic even to himself, and clearly contradictory considering his several steps backwards even as he denied the retreat. He stopped only as his ankle bumped into the Luggage, which had its lid parted just enough to show teeth. Rincewind spared it only a quick glance, then forced a smile on his face. "It's just, I imagine you're busy, and -"
"Oh my god, wait, do you two know each other?"
Rincewind blinked hard, distracted by the young woman asking the question, her hands to her face as if this was some terrific news, her eyes darting between the charismatic archangel and the wizard hunched in on himself. An audience; Rincewind had forgotten they had an audience.
"No," he denied quickly, "no, hardly, this - this is only - "
"I knew it." A young man now, wearing one of Lucifer's merchandised shirts, no less. "I knew your box had to be dark magic, man, holy shit, you're some sort of dark necromancer or something, right?"
Unhelpful as he knew it was, Rincewind couldn't help but immediately bristle, and turned on a dime to address the insult. "I'm no such thing! And no bloody demonologist either, before you get that terrible thought in your head!"
Public, why did this have to be in public, that was going to make all of this so much harder to evade.
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He stepped back, hands going into his pockets, and just let the people swamp them for a moment.
"You shouldn't bring things like that up, Washwater. These people haven't even heard of demonology, and here you are putting that pretty little idea into their heads."
They bickered over Rincewind for a second longer, trying to touch his sleeve. "Hey, are you and Lucifer making magic together?" "Are you going to cast a curse on the President of Russia?"
Finally, Lucifer had had enough, and he reached out and laid his hand on Rincewind's shoulder.
"How about we get out of here?"
That was really all the warning he gave, before whoosh, they were relocated to a quiet little behind-the-scenes affair, where nobody would disturb them. Literally behind the scenes, since the plasterboard had created dead space, a 20ft by 10ft square of it, lit only by the overheard lights. The colored glare of Lucifer's aura would surely show his invisible wings beating as they settled back into place again.
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Rincewind's denials stick like water to a sieve so he stops talking, snarls and shoves and looks for an opening.
That's because they're bloody idiots, he thinks, shooting Lucifer a glare for his comment before he or his eyes can think better of it. Because they think they can worship something like you without consequences, because they don't realize what giving yourself to a higher power actually means.
Because this world doesn't know the danger in praying to something that answers.
The second between the hand on his shoulder and flight doesn't allow for much thought. Rincewind thinks he sees the Luggage charging out of the corner of his eye, is aware of a taste like oil and the smell of something more metallic than blood - and then the crowd is gone. The noise is gone too, cut so sharply it's like someone's pressed 'mute' on the world.
The terror jolts through him then, electric, and Rincewind's running before the reality of the narrowed space even registers. It hits about the same time he does. The wizard's hands search the wall and there's nothing, is there, not a knob or a latch, not a single lock to press his power into. Rincewind doesn't need to know where Lucifer's taken them; a cage looks the same in any universe.
Ah, he thinks. Okay then.
Rincewind turns to face the angel, so saturated with fear that it's crystallized into a sort of glassy calm.
"Right," he starts, pleasant and brittle, "it was 'surrender' you were looking for, if I remember correctly, wasn't it? A signature of some sort?
"Or, alternatively," he swallows, "if you've decided to hurt me badly instead, I'd just like to make it clear that I had no idea it was your mark when I first offered to remove it."
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Fear was beautiful. He missed it.
"So what you're saying to me, wizard, is that you're accidentally an idiot. I get it. I mean, you wouldn't be the first accidental idiot who's crossed me. Although if I were to let you go, or not hurt you, you would be the first who didn't meet a sticky end for his mistake."
He took a single step forward, as as he did so, the archangel deliberately raised his wings higher, wider, making himself and his magic look bigger still. He filled up the whole space with it, and the effect was physical too, a shudder that made the air seem thick, trembling, like a bumpy elevator ride...underwater.
"There's all sorts of horrible things I could do to you, of course. Wonderful things that I haven't done to a single living soul for far too long. But you're fortunate that you're much more useful to be squirrely and submissive. I need a spy, Rincewind, and you--you would make the most unlikely secret agent."
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'Sticky end' is a hell of a phrase to use, it really is. Rincewind opens his mouth to protest (or, more likely, to beg for mercy), but then the air shimmers and gains weight and he finds he's lost his voice. Lucifer's wingspan - all magic and textured, visible power - fills the narrow space like a small storm the wizard deathly fears the gusts of. His hairs stand on end; he shivers.
Between the thoughts that he's about to die and the looming question of how terrible that will be, Rincewind can't help but wonder where Death is. Now seems the perfect time for that particular skin-deficient friend of his to show up. Has Lucifer leashed him in this world too?
"Spy?" Bewildered and still far, far too focused on the words 'horrible and wonderful', he tries to process this suggestion. Little of it computes. He knows what spies are, of course - Ankh-Morpork is filled with Lord Vetinari's network of them, if the rumors are to be believed - but trying to picture what a spy might look like just keeps conjuring images of people he has nothing in common with.
(The words 'you're fortunate' also have a peculiar, needling sting to them. A small voice in Rincewind's head gives a grim smile and asks 'Bet?')
"Spy," he says again, like he's rolling the word on his tongue for taste. For a moment it looks like the archangel is gaining physical height, before the wizard realizes he's been steadily sinking to his knees in terror. Rincewind hastily forces his legs to stop shaking, and presses himself back against the wall to straighten. His eyes flicker once past Lucifer's shoulder, trying to see the state of possible exits behind the angel.
"How - how do you mean that, exactly?"
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This was that level. Lucifer maintained the thunder of his grace, but he didn't come any closer. His eyes, bright, stayed fixed on the wizard intently as he spoke, giving him nowhere to run to - even if there was, actually, nowhere to actually run to - no way to escape the conversation they were having.
"A spy. You're friends with the Barrayans; with Miles and Gregor and all their little friends. You spy on them for me--that is, you hang with them and be friendly, and do whatever is natural to you, and at the end of the day you come and tell me what they're doing, what they're planning, who snogged who, where their vacation home is... Useful information, Rincewind. I think even you can manage that, can't you?"
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The incredulity, his own utter surprise, pierced through the concern for a moment. The wizard jerked up straight like the word had struck him clear across the face.
"You're joking." Gods, if this was what Lucifer saw potential in him for, Rincewind was about to disappoint him. "I've - I've refused them at every turn. That man, Gregor? I don't think we've had a single conversation that wasn't an argument. Miles might call me a friend, but I really think the man is reckless enough to call just about everyone that on a first meeting!"
Rincewind shook his head, stressed, a hand going to his temple. He wasn't sure what was more dangerous to him at the moment - being of use or being useless - but surely getting a task and then failing Lucifer miserably had the potential to be more harmful in the end.
"They know how little I want to be involved with them. If I approach them now they'll know something's wrong, they really will.
"Please. Please, I'm not - I'm really not just saying this to get out of things." Amazingly true, despite how distasteful he found such a suggestion regardless. "But this won't work. For you or me."
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But that wasn't going to get him out of it. He narrowed his eyes at Rincewind for a moment, then stepped closer, and the sound he made when he did was like a million feathers rubbing against each other, except they sounded like knives, not feathers. His wings shimmered and blurred as he did it, almost aggressively; threateningly.
"Miles will come to you again, Rincewind. I'm certain of it. He'll want to know that you're okay. As you say, he's reckless. Perhaps you need only be friends with him, hm? It'd be enough for me. Do you think that would be enough, Rincewind? For you to spy on just the friendliest, most helpless do-gooder out of all of them?"
He laid his hand deliberately on the wizard's shoulder, and bent down toward him. "Is that something you think you can do for me?"
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There was more to argue there - Rincewind wasn't nearly as sure as Lucifer that Miles would speak with him again - but it would do him little good. At least the onus would be on the Admiral, then. At least if Lucifer didn't end up forgetting about the wizard (as Rincewind really, really hoped he would) and there were no results to give him, he could say it wasn't his fault; that he'd tried to warn the angel.
Stay away from me, Miles. For gods' sake.
He flinched as that hand landed on him for the second time that day, refusing to meet Lucifer's eyes. It was all he can do to keep his quivering to a bare, subtle shake. This close, the emanation of magic and power was a chill in the air, cold and heavy.
The thought of having released the Admiral from bondage only to help deliver him to a worse fate churned his stomach. Maybe he wouldn't have to, he reasoned. All he had to do was say it, sound compliant, get this over with; get away. If Lucifer no longer thought the wizard a concern then he would also be less of one to Rincewind.
"Yes." He had to clear his throat to say it above a whisper. "Yes, all right. And - that's it. Right? That's all. We'll be - "
'Even' seemed a dangerous word.
" - done?"
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So he said: "No. But we'll be even."
His eyes hung heavily on Rincewind, and then he bent in closer, head tilted, like he was about to get up all close and personal. He was hunting out Rincewind's gaze with unfair determination.
"You spy on Miles for me, and I'll forget that you stole him from me, removed and destroyed my mark. That makes us even. But done? No, Rincewind. We won't be done by any means. You're not the only person here who can mess with my magic, but you're the only one I can control--and I will control you.
"You're mine. Mine, from now on. Do you understand? Now, why don't you tell me where I'm going to put my mark on you that you won't be able to mess with it. How about your scapula?"
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Rincewind did meet Lucifer's gaze then, and startled at how little personal space remained between them. From a distance, it must have looked deceptively intimate; their fans would have been all abuzz. Up close, Rincewind could only think of predators, of jungle cats or snakes, all cold eyes and fangs.
Too late, he recognized the trap. He had a sudden flash of memory to his conversation with Chilton only a few days prior.
"Lucifer works eye-for-an-eye," the man had said, "and you took someone from him."
"Wait!" Rincewind jolted hard to try for distance, heartbeat quick as a rabbit's in a snare. Even still he struggled to camouflage his panic with a desperate smile - look, look how harmlessly compliant he was, really. But the effort crumbled even as he attempted it, betrayed through twitching lips.
"Wait, there's no need for that. I'm a coward, you know that, why - why waste magic on a mark when a threat serves just as well?"
He has no idea the extent of what Lucifer's marks could do. Bugger it all, he didn't even know what a scapula was! And where the hell was the Luggage? If he could just keep stalling, then perhaps - perhaps -
Except that between his fear, the spread of unearthly wings around him, and Lucifer's own calm, self-assured expression, inexorable - Rincewind couldn't think of another damn thing to say.
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"Waste magic. Silly. As though there's any limit to my magic."
He dropped his hand on Rincewind's shoulder, and it took a moment - seconds - for the mark, his own little ID chip, to be burned onto Rincewind's shoulder blade. That was it. It was painful, but unlike Miles, whose bone was brittle anyway, Rincewind wouldn't feel the casting after it had settled. Well. Unless he could feel the magic sitting inside him--that would be a different matter, wouldn't it?
"Nobody touches you. This mark makes you mine, Rincewind, whether you like it or not. If someone were to try and kill you, I'd be there to stop them--or maybe congratulate them. Usually that would be a selling point. With you, it's just proof. That I don't let my possessions go."
His breath fell softly on Rincewind's throat as he leant in closer. "A mark for a mark. That's it. Now--thank you for your time, Rincewind. Let's chat again soon."
The archangel vanished.
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Rincewind shook, wide eyes turned up to stare at Lucifer in breathless, terrible awe. He heard every word. There was no chance he'd forget; he wasn't that lucky.
It wasn't until the devil was literally at his throat that the wizard turned his head away, wincing, and not until the chill swept from the air that he dared to give in to the aching quiver of his legs. Rincewind sank, shell-shocked, down the plasterboard to his knees. His hat fell off in the process, and he didn't bother to put it right. It was only a moment later, as if delivering the punchline to a cosmic joke, that the Luggage burst through the wall at his side.
Rincewind didn't look up, only listened to the frantic stomp of its feet on flat carpet as it searched for its vanished quarry. Through the hole the wall he could hear the FanPort crowds again now, the excited chatter and laughter. Slowly, wearily, Rincewind put his hat back on. When he looked up the Luggage was standing a short distance in front of him, projecting a nervous, ashamed demeanor. It shuffled its weight on its many feet.
"...You couldn't have done anything," Rincewind finally sighed, deciding to give it a pass. "Come on.
"Let's go."