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[hopepainandshit]

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[hopepainandshit]

No, you are right. Very hospitable of you.

[God above, he really doesn't hear it, does he.]

So, what is it you were actually wanting to tell me, again? 'cos if it is the murder thing I've got a legal duty to kick your arse.

[ravenswrath]

It isn't. I made something for you. Where are you?

[hopepainandshit]

Gymnasium. Want me to meet you somewhere?

[ravenswrath]

No, I'll be there in a moment. Just don't leave.

[hopepainandshit]

[He doesn't leave. But when Corvo gets there, he's nowhere to be seen.

Because he's made a little ledge of ice over the doors to the gym to balance on, out of sight immediately on walking in, and when Corvo passes by he's going to throw knives at him. Just to keep things spicy.]

[ravenswrath]

[He doesn't see him, but he can sense the movement behind him. Unsure of what it is, he Blinks away as far as he can and turns to spot his terrible Warden.]

One day you'll hit me. [He calls it out with a smirk.]

[hopepainandshit]

[Richter laughs, and calls back sing-song.]

One day I might actually be trying to kill you.

[He jumps down, landing in a light crouch and staying squatted to pick up his knives.]

Besides, my way of keeping your reflexes up is much more fun.

[ravenswrath]

The only way you'll hit me is if I'm drunk.

[He walks over and holds out a little charm on a small ribbon. The charm itself is two small bones woven together with bits of wire and ribbon, adored with tiny feathers and a fish scale. There are markings carved into the bone itself. Charter Marks, if Richter had any dealings with them.]

Wear this in your outer coat.

[hopepainandshit]

[It's a much more rustic charm than anything he's ever really seen before - it's something he'd almost think was made by a witch back home, bits and pieces held together by power. He can smell it on the thing, almost briney, but he's not familiar with the markings. He didn't pay all too much attention to the magic of the port.

He takes it, of course, looking it over with head-tilting curiosity.]

Did you make this?

[ravenswrath]

Yes. Those are...well, the bones were freely given. Not taken.

[They are human knucklebones.]

The Charter Marks still work here, and I could approximate the spell. This charm is called Swift Shadow. It makes you faster in the darkness.

[hopepainandshit]

I will... take your word for it.

[He had no way to verify that, but he's learned enough from Tera that freely given did very different things to magic than forcibly sacrificed, and he's sure he would have heard if Corvo had gone around stealing fingers.]

Here's hoping Strange keeps his magic to himself in the future, at least.

[ravenswrath]

I don't take body parts as garish trophies here, boy.

[He sniffs.]

But I started in this before Strange's...nonsense. This is to help you keep up with me.

[hopepainandshit]

[Richter just stares at him for a few seconds. Even as he tucks the bone charm into his pocket.]

The first thing you asked me for when we got paired was a fucking heart, you wanker. I don't think you've got the right to be offended when I wonder.

[ravenswrath]

The heart was a gift.

[He looks rught back at him.]

I played games in the darkness. What did you do?

[hopepainandshit]

I hunted vampires in the dark? They literally can't come out during the day, so the fights are always on their terms 'cos you can't find the pricks otherwise.

[ravenswrath]

Good for you.

I meant Strange's darkness.

[hopepainandshit]

Oh. Mostly I just ignored it, kept an eye out for anyone getting up to shit. Turns out being able to make your own light never stops being useful.

[ravenswrath]

[He starts for the door of the gym, but waits for him.]

I couldn't see in it like I could normally, but I could still see movement.