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[chipped]

You want a taste of the rake, mate? Bet your boyfriend wouldn't like that.

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[corporeity]

A flattering entreaty, but you’ll find I’m quite content with the love of my life.

[ u can’t embarrass a SIMP. ]

[corporeity]

To answer your sincere question, however, yes, I remain an exceptional wizard. The talent and ego of a generation, as my professor so frankly put it.

And, I should add, a mage uniquely well—equipped to assist you with the request you put to the network not so long ago.

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[chipped]

Well, good for you. You find real love, you'd best hold onto it.

Never know when it might leave you for a fungus demon, or die and come crawling traumatized back out of the earth.

[chipped]

That right? Is brain stuff your specialty?

[corporeity]

I hope that’s keen hindsight and not prescience.

[ but he files that tell of tenderness away, deciding against poking the wound for now. ]

I’ve an array of telepathic spells at my disposal, for a start, and a recent acquisition has only honed that skillset. If you would abide a look inside your mind, I may be able to assist you. Though I make no promises beyond my best, of course, without understanding the scope of the problem.

[chipped]

Tell you what, if your boyfriend finds himself a fungus demon I'll off the slimy bastard for you on the house

Worth trying, anyway. Just don't go rooting around in my memories without permission. Last bugger who did that is #1 on my shitlist in this house.

[corporeity]

So you’ve met the vampire Armand.

[ said affectionally. ]

I’ve no intention of intruding on your memories uninvited. One does not simply barge into the home of another.

[chipped]

Yeah, I've met him. He dangle you from the ceiling and slam you into stone walls so hard you've got a rib that'll never set right, too?

[corporeity]

Not when he’s in his right mind, no. I should think he’s fond of me — at least to the extent a cat can favour a mouse.

[ self-awareness… ]

Are you two at odds?

[chipped]

Pretty sure this torture was wholly premeditated, mate.

As a vampire who knows how we work... You manage to get on his bad side, or even his less-fond side, I don't doubt he'd cut your fingers off for trophies. Just a word to the wise.

[corporeity]

He’s been through a great deal, of late, but I’m sorry to hear you’ve experienced any violence at his hand.

[ guy who has experienced violence at both of their hands now apologising on their behalf. ]

Are you all right?

[chipped]

You know, you lot are profoundly weird, excusing vampire violence due to childhood trauma or whatever.

Most humans who know about us back home are either staking us or running screaming. Or very dead.

Yeah, I'm fine. Had a god plunge her hands into my guts and root around not that long ago, so I've had worse.

[corporeity]

I was thinking of the rather more recent trauma of losing two lovers in the span of a month, but even that isn’t an excuse for violence, no.

A god! My, you are lucky to live through such an encounter. We are but playthings to the heavens and the hells.

[chipped]

Well. Guess I've been homicidal for less, but that's vampires, for you.

He's still a tit.

No kidding. Was prepared not to survive that final showdown, frankly. Gods get all in your business where you're from, too?

[corporeity]

Oh, certainly. I myself was the Chosen and lover of the goddess of magic before I displeased Her so.

[chipped]

Lover, even? I know a witch back home who'd be right jealous.

What's the Chosen thing entail?

[corporeity]

An understandable feeling, though one I’d caution against, after having been touched by the divine.

[ which is about as negative about mystra and the gods as he’s ever been. ]

To be Chosen is to be exalted, granted cosmic power beyond any peer, near divinity — and to be bound to use it in service of your god. Their wants become your own. Their glory, your greatest pursuit. Indeed, the Chosen are the champions of their gods, enacting their justice and furthering their cause across the realm.

[chipped]

Sounds like a deal with the devil with a glossy coat of paint on it.

Power's nice, yeah. But anyone at the top of the food chain will never really want to share, you know?

[corporeity]

It did not seem that way, when I was young and perhaps more impressionable than I would like to believe, even now.

It was glorious, too, for a time.

But it was my very desire to be an equal, not a servant, that lost her favour, so I shall have to concede your point.

[ he thinks — hopes that he would be different, if he seized the crown. ]

[chipped]

Can see how that'd be tempting. Can't blame you, really. We've all gone after some shiny thing that winds up biting us in the end.

Guess you're lucky to still be in one piece, all things considered.

[corporeity]

Quite. And to have found a love that can be returned in full.

[chipped]

Expecting an invite to the wedding any day now.

Just don't ask me to show up in formalwear.

[corporeity]

[ !!!!!! ]

My mother would never forgive me if she were unable to attend my nuptials, but I assure you I’m tempted.

And multiple ceremonies are terribly en vogue in Waterdeep, at the moment.

[chipped]

I know a few demon types who have week-long shindigs. Exhausting. Half the wedding party's decapitated or cannibalized by the end of 'em.