TLV: Inbox

[theweirdos]

There's no voicemail greeting. She might get around to it eventually, but for now, better hope you've typed that network ID in correctly.

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[fifthofthecovenant]

"Not magic books. Fiction, though, sure. All the classics, a bunch of Steven King, I even found a couple of my childhood favorites," Chase answers, still looking her face over with interest even though it's changed back now. "I've done that before," he adds. "Turn my face into someone else's. It didn't look quite like that though."

[theweirdos]

"It's the first kind of glamour we started with," Nancy says, then cocks her head, regarding him with equal interest. "--What does yours look like?"

[fifthofthecovenant]

"It's more flashy, like, you know, most things about my magic," Chase shrugs. "Also takes more time to do than yours. I have to build it rather than just-- cast it, like you did. It's a lot easier to dispel than to put together, though. I can show you, but it'll be a couple minutes while I piece it together."

[theweirdos]

"We had to put it together the first time, too. Plus I kinda got supercharged, which you probably know if you read all about my life."

Which is still a bit of a disconcerting prospect. She shrugs, not half so nonchalant as she wants to appear, and takes another sip of her drink. "I'm not going anywhere."

[fifthofthecovenant]

"Yeah, I read it." He doesn't honestly care about privacy violations, and he couldn't risk her doing what he did to Wen Ning and simply snatching it away before he could. He can't imagine she'd be any more forthcoming about stuff than he was. "You want to read it while I try and put a new illusion together? Or do you not care?"

[theweirdos]

"You just don't want me to watch you doing it," she accuses, though the faint twitch of her lips suggests it's not an entirely serious accusation. Still, she holds her hands out for the folder, fingers waggling.

[fifthofthecovenant]

"You got me, I'm self-conscious," he deadpans at her. He passes the folder over, then has a gulp of his drink and climbs to his feet to give himself some space to work while she reads.