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[stupidcupid]

[ slipping back inside quietly, cradling his left hand after this went down ]

[ he ruffles through his cabinet to get the bandages . . . ]

Comments

[stupidcupid]

Could be worse.

[nomdeguerre]

That's something.

[moving into the room now \o/ ]

Care to explain what happened, at least?

[stupidcupid]

Something that looked like Loki cornered me with the scepter.

[nomdeguerre]

Looked like, but wasn't him?

[stupidcupid]

It wasn't him.

[nomdeguerre]

How's that possible?

[stupidcupid]

Something called a boggart shows up in October. It takes on the face of something or someone we fear.

[nomdeguerre]

... Sounds fun. Seems like you got out mostly unscathed.

[stupidcupid]

The real Loki showed up and destroyed it.

[nomdeguerre]

[this may be some genuine surprise] ... Alright. We'll send him a gift basket later.

And your wrist?

[stupidcupid]

I broke it in order to slip through. Didn't work very well.

[nomdeguerre]

Tell me what happened.

[stupidcupid]

I was on the roof and this thing corners me with the scepter. Spouting the usual bullshit.

[nomdeguerre]

"Usual bullshit"?

[stupidcupid]

How lost I am without direction.

[nomdeguerre]

And then our good friend marched in and saved the day?

[stupidcupid]

He said something about "hearing my call". I don't buy it, but I don't think he set it up because the thing turned on him.

[nomdeguerre]

Hm.

[a beat lapses, then she regards his wrist, even if it's been taken care of]

Don't suppose there's a doctor around here you can see about that.

[stupidcupid]

I don't need a doctor.

[nomdeguerre]

That your expert opinion?

[stupidcupid]

It's a broken wrist.

[nomdeguerre]

[nodding] Right. I can see how you'd think that'd be a minor issue for an archer.

[stupidcupid]

You're not dragging me to the doctor, Nat.