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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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"No it's too late now. I've imprinted. I like you, and like a venereal disease, I'll never go away.

Ultra buddy."

"How fortunate for me." Dry as the fucking Sahara.

"I mean I think so, now you have someone to call on a boring Saturday afternoon! Everyone needs someone like that.

Hey, this gives me two whole friends here, if I get one more I can call it a squad! What's your thoughts on tigers?"

"They're... fine?" What the hell, Wade.

"Awesome, now what's your thoughts on tigers that are actually shape-shifting fairies? Also fine? Asking for a friend."

Literally.

"...What is a fairy?"

Hey look a magical creature that isn't on Krynn!

"... I guess introducing you to my other buddy probably isn't a very good way to explain fairies to someone."

He likes Tannusen! But uh... Tannusen probably shouldn't be the very first fairy one met.

"I'll get you a book."

"A book would be sufficient."

It wouldn't be, but Raistlin doesn't know that. Also, can't go wrong with a book!

"I will also need material on these atoms you mentioned."

"Yeah, I'll grab you a book on atomic theory and a book on fairies, library has all sorts of shit."

Maybe he could even ask Tannusen for something as well. Who knew, he might get lended a book!

"Atomic theory," repeated not in a shitty way, but to test out the words. "Yes. There is much to learn from this strange... overlapping of planes."

And Raistlin and learning was the real OTP of the multiverse, full stop.

"I mean it'll definitely keep you occupied for a while. Shit's too wordy for me, not enough fucking pictures in 'em."

There's a good chance that's a joke, but regardless, he sets aside the empty wine bottle.

"Alright, I feel less shitty now."

"You do yourself a disservice, Wade. I suspect you are a great deal smarter than you like to let on."

The amount of info he could rattle off about bullets and explosives alone was a good indicator of that.

"Smart's subjective." He'll leave it at that. "I think all my skin is back now." About as back as it was going to get anyway.

"Back to the old murder drawing board. I'll see if I can't think of something when I get home, I need a nap." After a week of 'napping'.

More nap.

"As you like," Raistlin sure wasn't going to stop him! In fact, he was already reaching for his quill again.

Murder session over!