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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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"Power, where before I had none," isn't that how he'd described magic in their last meeting? "That is more than worth it to me."

Powerlessness was something he'd sooner die than feel again!

And it wasn't like he could blame the guy. It made sense.

"Yeah. Yeah that's... that checks out. I mean shit I... Can't really argue with that."

"Yes, well," Raistlin wandered back over with the shrapnel in his hand, idly flipping the sharp bit of metal over and between his fingers. He really wasn't thinking about it, it was just something to do with the hand not holding onto his staff. The shrapnel danced, spinning and flipping, vanishing and reappearing.

"You also brought books, correct? I feel those will be useful if I am to find a way to slay you for good."

Thank god, a subject change. He goes to gather up the boxes he brought the explosives in, carefully wrapping and putting away the remainder of the C4.

"Yeah, a couple. There's more about the genetics shit, it's a pretty heavy subject. If you want more books, you can just shoot me a text and I'll pick one up for you." A pause, and he went to dig out his phone.

"A text on this thing." Do you know how to phone, Raistlin?

"Ah, that thing." Oh that's promisingly flat, right there, even as a whisper.

Shrapnel tossed away, Raistlin produces his phone from a pouch on his spell components belt. It doesn't power on.

"I seem to murder these strange devices more often than not."

Could be the fire. Could be how much he falls against things. Could be the LIGHTNING.

"Ooookay, we're gonna need to find a way to keep that from happening." How are we supposed to plan scientific murder sessions if your phone doesn't work, Raistlin?

"I don't send shit by carrier pigeon, the last time I wanted to get cute like that it got sucked into a turbine. Remember that C4 putty? Yeah just put that next to a bunch of spinning blades and a combustion engine." Rest in fucking pieces, plane.

"Still one of my more imaginative hits though, even if it was kind of not on purpose.... But no really, I have to be able to send you messages, man."

"And how would you suggest I protect it, if I am to keep it on my person?"

After all it also wouldn't do them any good if Raistlin just left it locked in a drawer somewhere.

"Well people usually put their phone in a phone case. If you can magic a barrier around you and magic a charm on me, couldn't you magic some protection on the phone?"

"I suppose it may be possible." Maybe. Hmm. The problem was in how many things it needed protection from. Heat, water, electricity, gods knew what else would harm it. Raistlin taking one good fall and landing on that side might do it.

Enchanting the phone itself would be a nightmare, but perhaps he could work something into a small satchel.

...Don't mind Raistlin, visibly doing some complex math in his head here.

"I mean you do kind of seem like a guy who could magic anything to do anything." So it seems like a pretty foregone conclusion to Wade!

"I can get you a case."

"What does this case protect against?"

Was it some huge bulky wooden chest of a thing, or?

"Mostly just dropping it." He takes his own phone out, the case on it thick, the front obviously reinforced with another pane of glass.

"Like just-"

And he let go, from a height of six feet up, the phone clattering loudly across the floor before he stooped to scoop it back up, tapping against the screen. Lit right back up again.

"So that's covered!"

"I don't drop things," except you know, himself. A lot. Hadn't Wade just a few minutes ago had to grab him to keep him upright?

He remembered! Just didn't want to point that out.

"What I'm saying is it protects the phone pretty well from all kinds of drops or bumps, especially with the glass on it. Shit man, I straight up fell down on mine and it was fine."

Hint hint.

HINT, HINT.

"I see. Very well, bring one next time. Perhaps protective magics can be woven into it -- enchanting the phone directly seems unlikely to prove fruitful."

As in he might fry it trying.

Not that this one isn't already fried.

"Sure man, no problem. I'll get something good quality. Probably get some rubber on that, it'll at least help with the lightning."

One less thing to worry about, right?

"They even make these things water proof if you can imagine."

"That is useful, I should think."

Gods know how many times he's been dunked with all his spell components on him, although the tight, oiled-leather pouches he uses now prevent most of it from being ruined outright.

Not so much when he was younger in hand-me-down robes and threadbare cloth pouches scavenged from some of Caramon's most worn out clothing.

"Shit yeah it's useful. Look, take it from me, a guy who gets blown up, shot, set on fire and hit with fucking cars almost every day.

These cases are the best. You're definitely gonna want one."

"I will trust your word on the matter."

You might regret that when he shows up with some ridiculously-patterned monstrosity, Raistlin.

In the meanwhile, the mage headed for the door again, and back up to the study, fully certain Wade would follow. Time to get a look at these books, now!