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[elegiaque]

Motherfucker.

( —is not, actually, aimed at thranduil. at the ceiling of the room she's in, resigned, because she'd had a feeling it was probably going to be,

well, at least it wasn't solas. she wonders, absently, what shivana is up to these days. probably not any war crimes. )

It's an unusual spell, isn't it? Not just any mage would know it.

( girl, he asked you a question. )

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He fit a narrow set of qualifications: elven, impeccable reputation, and able to do it.

( ‘willing to’ fell under being elven, and being persuadable by thranduil. )

Correct. I watched, for what it is worth, which is little. You will need a mage who was trusted enough in their Circle to be taught.

Most of them are dead, I suspect. Myr and I have not corresponded in several years. He was reluctant enough to do it the first time.

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( mmmm. how highly ranked were the enchanters they've got here within their circles?

julius probably knows. still a good place to start. )

It's something. Somewhere to start. Alright, that'll have to do.

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Who is it for?

( talk to him just a little longer, please. )

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( he can hear the breath she takes, the moment of consideration. the willingness to, having got what she wants, just hang up on him.

but. )

We know that it can be done to rifters. ( is remarkably more even than the last time they discussed his phylactery. ) I want to know if it can be done to an anchored Thedosian, or a rifter that's no longer got one.

( wysteria no longer has an anchor-shard. and gwenaëlle is the one doing the asking and the side-stepping of specific answers, so maybe it's obvious who the other person is going to be. )

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( he’s eager, when he speaks. it comes out slightly rushed. )

Will you destroy it, when you have your answer?

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( the delay isn't because she doesn't know, it's because she's trying to work out what answer he wants to hear and avoid giving it to him.

in the end, )

Obviously. Anything else is exquisitely fucking stupid.

( the lampshade swings violently, etc. )

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( pleased: ) Good.

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( heartbreaking: worst guy you can think of has a point. )

Yes.

( gwenaëlle clears her throat. )

That's all I needed, if you don't know anyone offhand who'd be useful.

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( he makes a noise, the ‘considering my mental phonebook’ noise. she knows how long to wait. )

None at the moment. Be well. I would like to know of your success?

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( blandly, )

Well, you're in Research.

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That does not entitle me to information you might have otherwise preferred I not take an interest in.

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No, it doesn't, so you'll have to wait until it's anyone's business like everyone else.

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( he knows that tone! he missed that tone. )

If there is any other way I may be of assistance, you only need ask. I am, after all, in Research.

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( the sound she makes is pure pentaghast, and then the crystal connection is closed. )