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[jacksonian]

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Voice;

[jacksonian]

[ Mark's heart squeezes when he hears this. And he responds at once - because he can't take it for granted - ]

Who?

Voice;

[wizzardly]

Lucifer. My mark's gone. Completely. Up and vanished.

I had it when the Porter brought me back, right, and I thought 'well isn't that just my bloody terrible and typical luck?' but it's disappeared. So he's got to be gone. It's the only explanation.

Voice;

[jacksonian]

[ A long pause. One moment, two, three, four -

And then a laugh. A loud crack of a laugh, a little unhinged but completely gleeful. He contains himself a moment later, saying - ]

We need to confirm it. It could just be a trick.

Voice;

[wizzardly]

Confirm it how? Try calling him?

Voice;

[jacksonian]

Find out from the cops. He got arrested, right? So there'll be some chatter if he's gone missing.

[ And there's a thump as Mark sets his communicator aside and starts typing, just casually hacking his way into the police email and communications database. After a moment, another loud - ]

Ha.

Voice;

[wizzardly]

...Did you do it? You found out for sure?

Voice;

[jacksonian]

[ With enthusiasm: ]

We can't be sure. But he's gone from the police station. No sign of an escape. So - we're having a party.

Voice;

[wizzardly]

Bloody yes we are. Gods. I'm going to drink an entire cellar's worth.

Voice;

[jacksonian]

I'll supply an entire cellar's worth. I'm inviting the whole damn community.

Voice;

[wizzardly]

Do let me know when.

Voice;

[jacksonian]

How about in a few days? I have some things to take care of. Like pissing on the side of his shitty church.

Voice;

[wizzardly]

Gods, that was the worst part about it. All those people praying to something that looked at them like funny bugs. I don't know what possesses people to worship things out to destroy them, I really don't, but I see it time and again.

Voice;

[jacksonian]

Fear.

[ His vicious glee fades just a bit into something a little more pensive. ]

They kiss ass in the hope that they'll end up spared.

[wizzardly]

I'd agree with you if I hadn't seen the fervor in some of their eyes. I've met cultists before, more times than I'd care to admit. A whole lot of them really buy in wholesale. They really do think it's only everyone else their terrible monster-god will devour.

[jacksonian]

Hah. Yeah. I've seen cultists too. Of course, they all seemed to be dedicated to the cult of my brother.

I guess, really, it's just all about who overwhelms you. Who's charismatic. Who's able to convince you to hurl yourself off a cliff.

[wizzardly]

As likely to get people killed as any other. [an ambivalent agreement.] But with less soul-rending, at least.

[this quickly followed be a scoff.]

There's not charm enough in the universe for me. They'd have to club me and toss me off themselves.

[jacksonian]

I guess that's the only really good thing about Miles. He doesn't really do that.

[wizzardly]

Add a point to his scorecard, then.

[jacksonian]

Yeah, great. Now it's at negative five hundred.