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[fateality]

So, as it turns out, you probably really, really shouldn't be lookin' for our local angry dead elf guy.

Not that I was lookin', but he's out there and not doin' too great.

Anyway. Point is, if you need a drink, I'm feelin' generous enough to buy. Swing by, if you're feelin' it.



Oh yeah, Pete. Got your horse. Come get it, whenever.

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[fateality]

Yeah, I'm in one piece.

...He did drain my magic. Hoping it's not permanent.

[webdesigned]

( y i k e s, there's that magic word. Peter is not an enthusiastic fan of the m-word, but he'll skate around it for the sake of conversation. )

I wish I knew how to help with that. I really do. I hear from around the block this has happened before, so maybe someone else could tell you if it'll come back.

[fateality]

Yeah, probably.

[More than he can really said, it completely discomforts him. The injuries less so, but having his magic stolen is a first.

And it was alarmingly painful. Personal.]

Anyway, don't worry about it. You want your horse?

[webdesigned]

( he's a man of science. magic doesn't really have any concept to him, and if he's forced to really think about it, it's just some scientific process or adaptation that hasn't been given the chance to be explained.

he can't help with the idea of an undead elf sucking out magical powers, he just can't. as much as he'd like to.

he can see a subject change when one is tossed in his direction, though, so he'll take it and not push too hard in the other direction. )

Yeah, I do. Was it hard to get?

[fateality]

Nah. Bandits, I can deal with. And I got a good purse of money out of it, to boot.

Wasn't expectin' the sudden company is all.

[webdesigned]

I imagine not.

I don't get it, if this is the second time this has happened, why hasn't anyone done something about it? Having a team member that has lost control and hurt other members of the team, not once but twice... that's a problem.

( a big problem, actually. )

[fateality]

...Last I talked to him, it sounded like he had every intention of sayin' something. But it seemed like something stopped him. I can't figure out what happened yet.

You would think, though, that someone else would'a piped up. But we can't change that now.

[webdesigned]

( sounds like an incredible hazard to have on the team, at least to Peter. there's got to be a better solution than occasional explosions with a litany of people ending up injured or worse.

still, maybe that's not a popular opinion to voice, and he wisely keeps it to himself. )

I'm glad you're okay, for what it's worth. And I can pick up the horse whenever works for you.

[fateality]

I appreciate it.

Hey, not like I'm goin' anywhere. I'll be in the saloon.

action???

[webdesigned]

( the talk of Koltira has Peter a bit on edge — the hero in him doesn't like ignoring a dangerous individual that is more than likely to strike again. still, he knows it's better to try and focus on something he can actually accomplish, and getting his trackers out would definitely be easier to start with. so he arrives at the saloon within the hour, and heads Fate's way when he enters. )

Never did I ever think I'd be showing up at a space saloon to pick up a metal horse, but here I am.

( life throws ya curveballs, it seems!! )

ACTION!!!

[fateality]

[That earns a low chuckle from Twisted Fate, who shrugs helplessly.]

Some might even call that a twist of fate.

[hahaha please stop him]

I got her in the stables just fine. Been keeping an eye on her. [How he's doing that from the saloon is a good question.]

[webdesigned]

( oh no. this is a Problem. because no matter how terrible the joke, peter still laughs. don't reinforce that kind of behavior Peter Benjamin Parker!!! )

Might not be my name, but let me tell you, my fate got super twisted. Twisted and complicated. Practically a web...

( no reason for that symbolism, promise, hahahaha, moving on!!! )

He hasn't escaped, has he? I found that out the hard way, they're hard-wired to head home. Literally. Since, you know, they're programmed to.

[fateality]

[That does earn a brief warm smile from Twisted Fate, the way Peter laughs. For a moment, he does think of that little kid with the glasses too big to fit.

But Peter's grown up, and that doesn't really hold over anything right now.]

Nah. I got him roped up, just in case. Can't promise he's complacent when you get to him, though.

[webdesigned]

( the kid with the too-big glasses is in there still, somewhere. he'll always be that little kid, holding onto memories of the parents he'd lost, no matter how tall he gets or how much time he has to recover.

still, he's better at keeping that to himself now, with age. )

Great, an ornery one, huh? Still, man, thanks. I promised a reward, you interested in a tricked-out steed?

[fateality]

Ain't gonna say no. Never know when you need a quick ride here and there, especially if my magic's not workin' for whatever reason.

[webdesigned]

( he nods at the mention of magic, trying to keep his expression serious. it's hard, because honestly he's incredibly intrigued by the possibility of what he can do to properly trick out a metal horse. )

It'll take me a day or two, maybe, but then I'll bring her along the saloon. Any color preferences? Fire red, alien green... wait, is alien green an offensive color name here?

( maybe... whoops )

[fateality]

[LIVE WITH IT, PETER. THERE IS MAGIC.]

Definitely a fan of red. Red and black, if y'can.

[webdesigned]

Red and black. Doable. Definitely. Give me a couple days, and I'll let you know when she's good to go.

( in the meantime, he offers a hand and a grin. )

Thanks for the help, man.

( he really hopes he can figure something out about the bandit movement patterns from his tracker, and if he can't... well, it's been a way to keep him busy, at the very least. )