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"Massster..." this came from a disembodied head floating in front of Raistlin's desk. The archmagus didn't look up immediately, busy scratching writing onto a piece of flattened parchment, the quill in his thin golden fingers practically vibrating with the speed of his notes.

Genessia was a land of fascinating marvels. He'd be sure not to forget a single one.

"Masssster pleasssse," the head tried a second time.

Finally, Raistlin glanced up, impatient at the interruption. "What?"

"Therrrre is an intruderrr in the Grrove."

That. That was interesting, and Raistlin's hand finally stilled. "In the Grove, you say?"

"Yesssss. The defenderrrssss have not been able to kill it..."

Extremely interesting. Something from Genessia, no doubt, nothing else would make sense. The blackrobe dabbed the last of the ink off the feather quill onto a pad and set the instrument aside, and then took the time to carefully close up the inkwell. This could take a while.

And so it was that whatever this stranger was doing, he suddenly wasn't the only living creature in the dark, ancient grove. Raistlin lurked in the deepest shadows, silently watching.

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Raistlin was a fan of staring the truth right in its ugly, nasty face. Denial was for the weak, and he was not weak.

"I killed all of the Gods of this world. Do you truly think I could not conceive of a way to kill you?"

Is he offering? Maybe.

"Perhaps in doing so I could learn how to replicate your... curse."

... Huh. Well.

This went places, didn't it? He didn't come here expecting to actually have someone offer to kill him for realsies. Normally that shit just happened by surprise.

"What, we approach this with the scientific method?" He'd rather not spend... you know... days in a lab for this.

"Not gonna lie, that's really tempting, I just have a few provisos.

One proviso.

Uh, I get to go home if I don't die. I'll come back, but I get to go home, every day." Trust him, he needs to make sure this is a THING we all agree on.

He wouldn't be Raistlin Majere if he didn't underline that fear just a bit. Because he's an asshole.

"Afraid I may decide to keep you?"

"Past history has taught me that yeah.

Yes.

Uh huh. Yep. And don't get me wrong, you're great and really cool and that fire ball and lightning bolt shit was fuckin' amazing, but my apartment is actually really comfortable and I got like... a cat. So I gotta go back every day."

"A reasonable concern." Hear that, Wade? You're reasonable. How often do you get called that?

"I will grant you free passage through the Grove, if you swear not to abuse it to drop in unannounced."

Giant kender, he knows your type.

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"I mean that's fair, I guess I'd owe you that." The dude was gonna help him die, may as well do his very, very best to not be a giant bag of dicks.

"Groovy, it's a deal. You'll kill me, I won't crash your one man magic party every day."

"For the charm, you will need to remove your mask." And as he said it, Raistlin was pulling himself back up to his feet. May as well get on with this, right?

There's a sigh, but he goes to do just that, tugging the mask up and off his head. Well, wasn't like he hadn't seen it all before, no reason to make a huge deal out of it.

"Yep, got it, alright."

And Raistlin took up his staff and came around the desk, reaching up once he was in range to press his thumb into Wade's forehead. "Hold still."

He spoke, and the spidery words of magic seemed to skitter about as they were given voice. The unnatural heat from Raistlin actually seemed to grow worse, at least against Wade's skin.

It only took a moment or two, and then Raistlin let go. The heat lingered.

And he did! Resisting the urge to make some stupid fucking comment, he sat nice and still, though his nose wrinkled at the heat he felt.

The moment Raistlin was finished, he moved to rub the spot a little.

"Fuckin' felt like you were going to burn right through my skull." TOASTY.

Raistlin could do that; he'd burned his handprint into Dalamar's chest, once, so that the wound never healed.

...Which could be interesting against Wade's regeneration, but... ultimately fruitless.

"The Grove will be as it is when you have my arm, and the undead there will leave you be." Then, after a beat as he realized this could sound like a permanent part of the charm; "...The heat will dissipate in a few minutes."

Look he's being nice, isn't that nice of him?

Please don't do that, Raistlin, that's not what friends do to friends!

"I'm gonna miss our forest walks, I almost felt all enlightened. It was magical. Literally." Would have been better with less FUCKING GHOSTS. He rubbed at the spot again as the other man informed him the heat would eventually subside.

"Thank god, I got a hot date tomorrow, and I wouldn't want to show up with a red spot on my face, ew." No really, he's thankful, he honestly is.

That earned a faint smirk. "Yes, that would be unfortunate."

Look who finally took the joke ball and ran it a little ways, however dry his delivery.

Raistlin turned away to head for the door, staff thumping the floor with each step. "Let us see what your 'C4' and 'grenade' do."

"... Did you... finally get one of my jokes?" GASP. SHOCKU. ALARM. "I'm putting that in my diary, you got a joke, holy shit." Cool you might be, Raistlin, but 'has a sense of humor' wasn't initially part of the package.

"Sounds great, so where exactly did you say you wanted to have some explosions?"

That wasn't the first joke he'd gotten, but certainly the first he'd played along with!

"In the main lab. This way," BACK TO THE STAIRCASE OF DOOM.

Down, this time, though only one full rotation so that the next room Raistlin opened was directly below the one they'd just been inside. And with enough distance between them that the ceiling in this room was just as massive as the last; way, way up there.

Mostly bare stone in here, a great deal of it scorched already. A few heavy stone tables, stone cabinetry; nothing flammable exposed. The only windows were high up on the outer wall, and barred, which probably didn't help Wade's heebie-jeebies about labs in general.

Oh it's his favorite, the endless fuck you staircase, he's so excited.

He keeps fairly close, once again not far away from the wall the entire way down. And yes he'd assess the room before he just strode inside, the move disguised as a quick equipment check. High, high up windows, thick walls, he could tell that. Not exactly easy to get out of should he somehow need to.

Regardless, after a moment, in he went, popping open the putty box first.

"Alright, so this shit's pretty neat."

The bars were structural, so that the windows weren't weak points in the outer wall of the tower -- in a room that saw its fair share of explosions and fireballs and demons.

"I should suppose so. Is there a purpose to making it a putty?" Surely there had to be, otherwise why bother.

"Well, you can stick it to things, unlike your average bomb. Stick it to walls, stick to machinery, stick it to the back of someone's head, you know. Where ever it sticks. Pretty fucking useful if you ask me. It's also a lot more powerful than your average explosive.

Graaaanted, you have to run a charge to it, so if you do stick it on the back of someone's head, you kind of have to make sure they're not gonna... you know, pull it off or anything." Judging by his tone alone, it sounds like he might have... done this to some poor bastard before.

He's shaping the semtex he brought with him as he spoke, cutting and molding before setting it down and inserting that aforementioned wire into it.

"They use this shit in demolitions, so I'm not going to use that much of it here."

"Perhaps someone wearing a helm," Raistlin saw nothing wrong with blowing someone up head-first, that was for sure. And he definitely didn't have any individuals in mind there, of course not. Certainly not his sister. Why would you even think that.

"How far back shall we stand?"

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"Admit it, watching someone's head pop is hilarious." There we go, charge set, and he's making a quick get away to about a distance of twenty feet from the charge.

"It's not that much over there, this should be good. Uh, cover your ears though, this is a little louder than a lightning bolt. You ready?"

"Depending upon the head, I might very well agree," Raistlin, of course, drew up alongside Wade and then, after a moment of hesitation, let go of his staff to cover his ears with both hands. May as well, right?

Wade isn't going to worry about his own ears. No matter what damage might occur, it's nothing that's going to be permanent here. As soon as he's sure that Raistlin has his covered, it's only a matter of pressing a button.

BLAM.

Covered ears or not, that's still going to be incredibly loud, the resounding shock wave from the explosion sending a sharp, powerful vibration through the stone. There's definitely going to be a dent in that stone, smoke and dust slowly clearing out to reveal the small, smoldering crater left behind.

Raistlin had expected the shockwave, but not the strength of it. With his hands on his head instead of on the staff standing upright beside him, he lost his balance and pitched off-kilter, the blast of smoke and dust immediately seizing up his lungs to boot.

Casually, without really even looking at the mage, Wade's hand snapped out to snag him, careful to ensure that he didn't manage to make things worse. He knew how skinny his new friend was after all.

"Alright, so next time! I'll bring ear plugs."

Very skinny! And currently hacking up a lung, barely managing enough inhale in between fits to not end up passing out.

He didn't bitch at being snagged, at least. Not that he could have. One hand actually latched onto Wade's arm, grip much harder than one might expect from the sickly mage.