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[jacksonian]

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5/30, text

[wizzardly]

Did you make it out all right?

5/30, text

[jacksonian]

[ An hour or so passes before he responds: ]

Yeah. I made it to the safehouse. Lucifer hasn't come yet.

Thanks.

5/30, text

[wizzardly]

Jolly good. I was never approached either.
I just wanted to make sure things worked out for you. I'm glad they did.

[um.]

so keep staying safe and all. Best of luck to you.

[jacksonian]

[ There's a pause. Then: ]

I'm going to try to make my way out west next. Away from all of this and the imPorts. If I make it, you could come and join me.

[wizzardly]

That's

[incredibly kind to offer, suspicious because it's so kind, but also there's no reason for this man to plot against him, not logically, so it - really does have to just be kindness, doesn't it? Rincewind smiles a bit down at his phone.]

not possible right now I'm afraid. But thanks.
I liked New Mexico. You should give it a try if you make it [at all] out that way.

[jacksonian]

That's the desert, right? Lucifer made me lose my taste for the desert.

[wizzardly]

Parts of it are. There's a lot of it out that way. But the other parts of it aren't bad to look at.
But what do you mean he made you?

[jacksonian]

Oh. Just one of his tricks, I guess. Dropping you in the desert where no one will find you and leaving you to wander until you cooperate. He didn't ever use that on you?

[wizzardly]

Mine was more dropping me in a small, walled, and doorless area for a chat.
But there was air conditioning.
You've had something of the short end of things.

[jacksonian]

[ That better not be a joke about his height, RIncewind. ]

I guess that's just a thing he does.

I wish they had killed him. He got away.

[wizzardly]

[it didn't even occur to him!]

we both know he'd only come back. We aren't that lucky.

[jacksonian]

No. And of course he's immortal. You can't even hope he'll die of age. That's how it always goes, isn't it?

[wizzardly]

Rather constantly.
But he was wounded in all of it maybe he'll be distracted for awhile.
And there's always out of sight and out of mind.
Possibly.

[jacksonian]

Not for me.

It probably is better for you to keep clear. He told me he was coming for me.

[wizzardly]

Could be meant to scare you.

[probably not, though.]

But you'd best travel while he's still wounded then. Only how will you have wards done on wherever you go? You would need them or he could find you.
Protection maybe? Pay a mercenary?

[jacksonian]

I guess. I'm going to try to find someone who can do wards. Someone I can hire.

[wizzardly]

Too many and he'll

[what, want to kill Peter even more?]

You'll be more obvious. More of an immediate concern.
Shame you can't just ward yourself.

[...Right?]

[jacksonian]

[ A hesitation. ]

How could I do that?

[wizzardly]

[oh bugger him, is he getting involved again?

- No, no he's not, it's not the same because he can't actually do it. He's just - floating the idea.]

Wards are sigils. They're embedded into a structure so that their magic binds with it. Hypothetically a person could possibly be the structure.
But like with a house it would have to be embedded
Someone would probably need to etch them into you. probably your bone.
It's the same principle as his marks, only the opposite effect.

[jacksonian]

[ That doesn't exactly hold much terror for him. Worse things have happened to his bones. ]

Can you do that?

[wizzardly]

No.
Possibly it wouldn't work at all. But it's a thought. You would have to raise the idea with someone who already knows how to weave a ward and I can't.

[jacksonian]

I might. Thanks. For now, I'm just going to lay low.

[wizzardly]

Lay low but run fast. If it comes to that.
And perhaps send me a postcard if you make it where you want to go.

[jacksonian]

Yeah. I will.