On considering his return to scorched

[silverking]

The lights still flicker wildly there, don't they? But that is the nature of the Door. No, that I remember does not mean that I wish to go back. There is nothing for me in that place besides ghostly memories and monuments built to commemorate people and things long gone.

Not that you care, hm? And they call me an abyssal one.

[His laugh is a grim and humorless one.]

But you say I have unfinished business. Tell me, what is that? A basement of grisly shadows sealed away? A severed arm left to a magician? Too trivial by far.

Or is it not my arm to which you're referring? Hers...? Now, I might go back for that. But then what? I don't like to act without planning ahead, as you well know. Tell me what comes next and maybe I'll consider returning after all.

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[king]

As though Anatole ever made planning easy.

[silverking]

Perhaps you just weren't doing it right, Arthur.

[king]

[ he gives a little huff, still easy teased. ]

Oh, and I suppose you did so much better.

[silverking]

I think I did rather well for myself, all things considered.

[And he is still...full of himself. They never change.]

[sakurabito]

It is unlike you to allow another to dictate your actions.

[silverking]

I followed Priscilla, did I not? But is it truly following if I am doing so of my own accord, with my own agenda in mind?

[sakurabito]

You've found new purpose in your months of sleep, then?

[madannoshashu]

Life is always full of little surprises.

[silverking]

It is...isn't it? Anatole was full of some pleasant ones, too...but I wonder how many more are left to be had?

[madannoshashu]

Well, that's the thing, isn't it?

You'll never know unless you're there.

[brewglory]

Firstly, I must thank you for rendering my mundane incoherent with glee. I believe the shrieking may have some impact on my hearing before the night is out.

Secondly, I am not a magician.

[silverking]

My apologies, Severus...that is, for mistakenly referring to you as a magician, not for your hearing. But perhaps you've a potion for that in your stores? Any good wizard should.

[brewglory]

I will take what apologies I can.

To whose arm was yours referring?

[coy]

My mun didn't give me much of a choice.

[silverking]

Clearly you need to learn how to handle her.

[coy]

Don't tell me you have any control over yours.

[miata]

Is stupid. You're not needed.

Neither am I.

[silverking]

Oh dear...can you still not speak properly, Miata?

[And do you still not understand that it's not their needs he's concerned about?]

[miata]

I can speak fine.

[Uh huh, she sees that all right. Their needs.]

[countofthree]

A limb gnawed off isn't too unlike forfeiting your number.

[silverking]

You're one to talk, going to pieces at Pieta...

But either way, our numbers were forfeit long ago.

[countofthree]

...pieces. They're sloppy, if they left even that much behind.

[priscilla]

...well! I guess one of us had to go back there eventually.

Or, well, not had to. But... err, might have? I think.

[silverking]

It was just a question of when and who first?

I was just thinking about you.

[priscilla]

Something like that! That seems to be the way things go with that place. People coming in and out... and then back in. And back out. And back-- well, you know what I mean.

You were there long enough, anyway.

[...]

Do you think about me much?

...I hope you don't mean my arm.