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[raavashing]

[Late in the evening of the 14th day of May, Wan's voice comes over the networks very briefly. It is haggard, quiet, almost dead sounding. It sat at the edge of being numb to everything.]

I'm sorry.

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[selfimage]

All together now: Best to stab your leg to distract from the pain in your head, eh?

[ hel, why not. ]

[raavashing]

I think I'd need to stab a lot more than my leg.

...I think I'll go back to school for a little while.

[selfimage]

A little distraction may be good.

Collect your wits.

[raavashing]

Are you implying I lost them?

[selfimage]

I absolutely may be. Like so many marbles.

[raavashing]

[...??]

Lost marbles?

[selfimage]

Forget it.

[ he says those words with a tad too much satisfaction. ]

There's plenty for you to think about, certainly.

[ not just Mount Verla, but the Seelie and Unseelie, and the Seelie that came into Unseelie territory. it wasn't just the Unseelie monarchs that may have issue with that, but the Seelie ones who wished for the Void to take the world. ]

And me? I have to skeedaddle, I've a business meeting today.

[raavashing]

[Wan made a mental note to find out what 'lost marbles' had to do with 'losing wits'. Maybe Rin would know. Or Snow.]

Yeah. Sure. See you around, Loki. And thank you, again, for coming.

[HE HAD THEM WEAR MASKS FOR A REASON]

[selfimage]

[ sweet summer child. ]

Next time make sure it's open bar, won't you? We need to drink to failures as much as victories.

Toodles.