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[ There's a bit of a pause before Strange starts talking, as if he's not entirely certain what he's going to say. He sounds a bit tired, but awake enough to hold a conversation. ]

For those of you who didn't already know, I'm not dead anymore. [ pause. ] Which, I suppose, is obvious as I'm talking to the radio, but the point stands.

I'd like to speak directly to the Ringmaster, Syrlya, and Zangetsu, if possible. As for everybody else, can you please fill me in on what happened from the time I left with Ignatius to now? Don't spare any details, this will be written down for posterity's sake.

[ fun fact: Strange has ABSOLUTELY ZERO CLUE about the various levels of trainwreck that the fae party in the library + rescue missions + torture session were. ]

Finally, odd question, but did anyone bring any flameproof fabric?

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[ And there Childermass goes, bringing up what he knows, as if Strange's only use to the carnival and to Childermass himself is being a font of information obtained by incessant nosiness. Strange is about to say something and about to straight up call out Childermass on that point...when it's Childermass's turn to surprise Strange.

It's intensely odd to see (what Strange interprets as) Childermass outright admitting he cares about people. Strange remains quiet for a few seconds before he finally says something, still awkwardly rubbing his wrists. ]

Was this in the Elysium? I'm afraid I don't know much about what happened there.

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[ He cares a whole damn lot but, yeah, outright admitting it isn't something he likes to do. ]

The Elysium? [ Childermass looks up again, wondering just who told Strange that much. Still, there's no harm in filling him in on that part of this entire mess. ] It's when one of the high fae declares a neutral ground. Summer and Winter can meet there with no worry of a fight since the one who calls it... hm... I suppose he's duty-bound to uphold the peace so long as he wills it.

[ As for what happened there, he sits up straighter on the cot's edge and continues, adding, ]

The Count of Crows called one to discuss what was going on with the rest of the Court faeries, we just happened to stumble into it. He was there the entire time, the one who had turned all the shadows in the library against us, blocking paths or changing where they end up.

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[ Syrlya's a bro. Admittedly, he's a bro who has very little context on things, but he's a bro nonetheless.

Strange leans in a little, listening as Childermass explains things. He nods a little at the explanation—Strange only knew a little bit about the shadows being odd, but the Count causing it makes a lot of sense. Still, there's a big worrying spot in Childermass's explanation. ]

Did the Rose Queen show up?

[ Because Strange knows she kidnapped Steven, ergo she was in the area, ergo she might have shown up. And considering that Strange knows Childermass is cursed...well, he's suddenly a bit more concerned about all of this. ]

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They all did. The Rose Queen, Ignatius, Frost, Nightshade, and one other faerie... Winter Court, from what I could tell. The one who took Lapis Lazuli and Jasper.

[ He just said it was a meeting place for peaceful faerie negotiations, so of course, they all showed up. ]

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[ There is no delicate way to say 'did she try and hurt you because of your curse.' So Strange pauses, mulls things over for a second, before awkwardly asking, ]

And did she try to do anything to you?

[ Obviously it couldn't have been too bad as Childermass is upright, not kidnapped, and not dead, but Strange still worries. ]

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[ He survived, sure, but Strange has every right to worry. There's a pause, a grimace like he'd rather not say but he will. ]

She promised the Count her aid if he turned me over to her. He had no real interest in reclaiming me up until that point, it would seem.

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How could he turn you over in the first place? You don't have a contract with him. [ and then, the obvious answer strikes Strange. ] It's the faeblood thing, isn't it.

[ It truly sucks to be Childermass. ]

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It is. [ Amazing how he doesn't sound all that thrilled about that, huh? ] My memory must have faded enough that I did not remember that was... possible before, but... it is.

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And now we're matched for fae we have to worry about, [ Strange points out. It's not like he's gloating or rubbing it in Childermass's face. It's just that Strange has to worry about Ignatius and Nightshade, while Childermass has to worry about the Count and the Rose Queen.

Because that whole faeblood thing has quickly become an even bigger point of concern. ]

Obviously, you weren't turned over to either of them. Who do I have to thank for keeping you safe?

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Okumura and Shima both. [ There's a second or two of a pause, as Childermass recalls, right, there's two Okumuras now. ] Rin Okumura, I mean. Mr. Okumura used the fire from the other's demon to take me out. Surprising no one, I can't exactly take orders if I am not conscious to do so.

[ And he apparently survived that, so good show, everyone. In any case, he looks down again, leaning over some to rest his arms on his knees and clasp his hands between. ]

Do you think... [ Strange isn't the best person to run ideas by, honestly, but they are from the same England, magicians both. It gives his opinion some value, at least. ] If I asked the Ringmaster to deliver the book's translation key to Mr. Segundus, that she would do so?

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You might have to sign another contract for it, [ Strange points out. He knows the Ringmaster likes Childermass, but her goodwill can only go so far in the face of fae nonsense. ] But I think she would.

[ he can read between the lines: if Childermass wants the Ringmaster to deliver the key to Segundus, then he believes he might not be able to do it himself. ]

I might sign another contract myself, [ Strange admits, ] if I can't find a way to break my curse in the next few months or so.

[ Strange is slowly realizing that he's fucked seven ways to Sunday. But if he can get Norrell back to England before the other magician even has a chance to touch all of Strange's mess, then all the better. ]

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Could be who ends up with the key at the end doesn't matter that much to her.

[ The prize of all this was the key itself, not where it goes. Even so, it's a miserable thought, that he won't even get to translate the Raven King's words, and his shoulders sag as he carries out a staring contest with the ground. Not that Strange's words don't earn a sour laugh, albeit a quiet one. ]

Oh, now you're considering it, are you? [ It's only a good idea if he comes to the conclusion alone, apparently. ] Though I imagine it'd be for the best. I know Lambert had planned to do it for you but now it isn't even certain whether or not the Ringmaster will care to keep him on at all.

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Things changed between then and now, [ Strange simply says, as if that's reason enough. Because technically, they did. ] Staying here for another year's suddenly become a more attractive option.

Besides, if I sign a contract for myself, then it should prevent Lambert from signing on for another year and giving him opportunity to do even more stupid things. [ said with a vague hand gesture. Yep, Strange thinks this entire 'surprise, we tortured Ignatius' bit is stupid as hell. Why couldn't that man ever think for once? ]

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Stupid things such as surrender himself to a dangerous faerie? [ Strange still has literally no legs to stand on in that particular argument. ] At least dragging Ignatius back here gives us a real chance at the mirror...

[ But that aside, he finds himself adding, ] And if I recall correctly, he intends to sign on for other reasons altogether. There's really no escaping that.

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[ Strange doesn't follow Childermass's line of logic in the slightest. ] I don't see any good at dragging Ignatius back here, except to possibly piss off the Summer Court even more.

[ And considering how pissed off the Summer Court is at them already, that's an astonishing feat. But, back to shit-talking Lambert. ]

As for the other reasons, I imagine it's safe passage to London, don't you think? [ and GREAT, now they're back to that 'neither of the magicians might actually make it back to London' point. ] I doubt we can talk him out of that.

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And letting him go would have just ensured the Summer Court waiting for us in Eden.

[ Or at the very least, the possibility of them crashing the party after the fact. Whichever it may have been, even he can't guess, but more importantly, he looks up again just to frown at Strange. Again. Eternally, it feels, at this point. ]

If we aren't there, I doubt he'll want to go to London immediately anyhow.

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And they won't be waiting for us in Eden already? If we were able to find out that information about the mirror, they might as well. And considering that we have the Rose, it's a fair assumption that we'd go for the Mirror next.

[ Of course, the big question here is 'they might'. Fae are kind of stupid in some regards and it wouldn't surprise Strange if the Courts didn't look through the books at all. ]

As for Lambert, perhaps this might be an exercise in patience? If both of us can't return to London for a while, he'll have no choice but to wait. [ Strange is teasing, trying to distract himself from the fact that both of them might not be able to go back to London for a while/ever in the first place. ]

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The Miracles have been missing for eons. They always knew who stole the Blue Rose and apparently never considered picking a book or two up at an infinite magical library, of all things, and the Red Beast is liable to be smarter than all of them combined.

[ Childermass has a very low opinion of the Courts, shocking no one ever. ]

So no, I don't think they'll be waiting for us. They'd rather let us to all the footwork and threaten them out of us.

[ As for Lambert? Well, what about Lambert? ]

And my greater concern is the Ringmaster sending him away, not him having to be patient. [ He isn't much for teasing, sorry Strange. It's just full on serious mode, forever. ] She doesn't have to offer a contract if she doesn't care to.

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[ yeah, guess who isn't up to date on the whole 'RM's the one who knocked Lambert across a room' sort of thing. Strange frowns at Childermass's explanation. ]

They get along fine. Why wouldn't she offer him a contract? [ However, there's a big obvious answer right in front of Strange and his face shifts from confused to annoyed as he figures it out right as he phrases the question. ] She's pissed about that Ignatius business, isn't she. And I suspect the idiot's too stubborn to consider apologizing.

[ says the other resident stubborn idiot. ]

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He will... [ How and when Childermass just doesn't know, and if the Ringmaster will accept such an apology? He shrugs. ] Somehow. They can't avoid one another forever, though I hope it doesn't end with her knocking him around again.

[ And there you go, Lambert's injured because of their big boss, at least the non-burned parts of it. ]

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[ Information that Strange will accidentally forget when he straight up tries to kick Lambert in the ribs a day from now. ]

They can't, [ Strange agrees. And then he sighs, in a bit of a dramatic fashion. ] I'll try to knock some sense into him myself, though I wonder how much of it will stick.

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[ Wow, that sounds awfully like something he could say about Strange himself, isn't that hilarious? Not that Childermass will bring it up, unwilling to start another argument at this point. ]

He may listen without the knocking part. I think he just needs to realize the possibility.

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We'll have to remind him of it.

[ because Strange is pretty dang confident that Lambert needs some reminding.

As it seems like this conversation's reached a halfway decent stopping point (though Strange is perfectly fine dragging Lambert until the end of time,) Strange looks over at Childermass, moves a bit of flaming hair out of his face...then realizes wait, there's something he probably should show Childermass before he encounters it in a public context. ]

I picked up a new change from Ignatius, by the way—a few new tricks as well, though I'll probably show you them later.

[ And, with just a thought, three vaguely eye-shaped burn scars on Strange's forehead, arm, and forearm light up with magical flame. Look, he's being smart, he's telling Childermass that he magically sets himself on fire ahead of time! Strange's expression shows that he's a bit conflicted about it. On the one hand, he doesn't mind instant fire...but on the other hand, rip ever wearing long sleeves again. ]

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[ Strange can join the no sleeves club, although Childermass only has to roll his own up past his elbow. Anyway, that does have him looking over and raising his eyebrows. ]

Are those eyes? I thought they were only scars.

[ Or perhaps just scars that light on fire, which seems vastly more annoying than his own glowing ones, hidden away under his shirt. ]

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They are eyes, [ Strange explains. ] But they can only see magic. Before, when I used that magical sight I picked up from Portland, it simply overlaid my field of vision. Now, I view magic through these.

[ Which is intensely weird but Strange doesn't seem to mind the weirdness of it all. Of note is that his hair occasionally falls in the fire of the eye on his forehead, but it doesn't get burned ]