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[consultmybooks]

Right. So, we're doing this again, then, are we?

...at least you're excited. If we both don't want this, well, what's the point? I'll be gone in another month. And I refuse to put anyone else through that again.

Certainly some interesting plans in the works. No...sorry, I meant "horrific". Yes, I'm sure that's what I meant. Yes, that includes the party. Especially if one of them takes it into their heads to make it a surprise party. And depending on when Helios decides to admit what happened over Valentine's Day. To say nothing of all the people who I know fully well are hoping for a chance to shout at me or, um, smack me. Or hit me. In some cases, probably hard enough to knock me unconscious. And, with my luck, I'll probably be tossed at one or two individuals who wouldn't mind another chance at attempting to murder me, just for the flavor, and I don't just mean Drusilla.

Still. Um...it will be nice to see Willow, again. That's...something. Still as far ahead as ever, of course, but...well, you know how it is. I can at least make that work to my advantage, this time. And I most certainly intend to.

As for the other place...all right, fine, it's a shame about the train, but you do recall that having me in two places at once never works out, yes? I don't care how much the three of you are amused by it. We would not do well in a medieval setting. They stoned people like us to death, back then.

...but, we'd, we'd be able to remember one another? Helios, a-and Ginia, and I? Fine. I, um, I suppose my tastes towards weaponry, fighting style, and reading material might finally be relevant. I can only imagine how much that news might amuse Buffy.

And I hope the fact that I very strongly protest being made a ghost is assumed. In other words, I would hope you would know better than to, um, make me argue that point with you. I don't care if it sounds interesting. Things that, um, sound interesting to you rarely end well for either of us.

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[consultmybooks]

I've met gods that I didn't recognize, is what I meant. Well, no, it normally tends to be goddesses, actually.

They, um, work a bit differently in my world, than, th-than what you might be used to.

[sorcerous]

Beings of great power? Worshipped by the ignorant, the powerless, the lustful and the foolish?

[consultmybooks]

Worshipped by the idiotic, the repulsive, and the mad, in Glory's case. "Being of great power"...yes, I'm afraid that fit the bill well enough. Even so, Buffy still managed to knock her down a few pegs quite literally with a hammer.

[sorcerous]

A hammer.

How lovely.

As for me: I have always labored under the, ah, premise that those who ask for my help deserve what they get.

[consultmybooks]

[A hammer. One that could only be wielded by a very specific sort of person. One person in all the world, in fact.

He thought you might approve of that, Loki.]

I quite agree. Granted, I've, um, come to think that about most gods. So my opinion is rather biased.

[sorcerous]

Rest assured: most of the gods think you're a bit useless too.

[ He does mean it as reassuring; a god's attention is rarely a good thing.

Unfortunately, Giles has Loki's attention, now. ]

[consultmybooks]

[And Giles will almost certainly come to regret every second of it.]

So I've come to realize.

Give us the hammer of a troll, a robot decoy, and a place to stand, and we can surprise you. More often than not, however, the gods are quite right.

[sorcerous]

Come to Schwanheim.

I think I would enjoy your presence.

[consultmybooks]

Much as I hate to say it, I think I might also enjoy yours'.

[Another actually slightly respectful half bow.] I think you might, um, expect to see me there. For a while, at least. Until she gets distracted yet again, a-and after she's finished her studies.