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wow oh my god this is so embarrassing for you
you actually have the wrong number
i have never been to magnus bane's house and i sure as shit won't be going back there

thank you :) :) :)

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I see. My apologies.

I would never ask you to return to Magnus' house, if you wished to meet we could do so at a public place, in the Down, if you like, as I am a Submissive.

I am aware of what transpired and the last thing I want is to cause further distress.

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wait are you kidding me
he told you?? everything???

( well this sure is an absolute nightmare! )

near the apartments. not MY apartment. the park will do.
and i'm telling people where i'm going.

[unfriendlygreen]

Of course. I will be there immediately.

... ah, I am a six feet tall green man. I can appear as a regular human if you'd prefer that.

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that's fine i don't care if youre greenjust don't try anything funny. i can protect myself, you know

i won't be there immediately i can't fucking portal

[unfriendlygreen]

That's all right, I will wait. ]

[ no point in telling him he has no ill-intentions because Nick won't believe it. So he's just gonna hang at the park and wait to be approached. ]

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( it's pretty hard to miss the person nick is here to meet, but he still hovers a decent distance away while he decides if he actually wants to approach. it's still not too late, he could just go home and block them both and continue ignoring the entire situation.

but. but. if nothing else, he wants to know why he's been sought out, so nick pushes forward. keeps his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and a carefully neutral expression on his face. )

I'm not going to tell anyone. ( a perfect replacement for a friendly greeting, right? ) If that's what this is about.

[unfriendlygreen]

[ ragnor is prepared to wait for hours. he wants to make sure nick is okay, or as okay as he can be under the circumstances, try to reassure him it won't happen again. offer whatever he can offer.

he doesn't step closer, his hands are out of his pockets so nick can see he's not holding anything, but he doesn't hold one out or anything. very respectful of nick's space. ]

It's not. You are free to talk about it if you want. I am sorry this happened at all, and like I said, I am here to offer my services.

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What does that mean, "services".

( it's not that nick doesn't trust ragnor as such, so much as anything even remotely connected to magnus and the incident has rapidly soured over the last couple of days. but he's doing a great tough guy act and he doesn't intent to stop now. even if it's not very good. even if it's mostly just nick being very stressed out and defensive. )

I healed myself, you know. It doesn't take a Warlock to handle that.

[unfriendlygreen]

Healing is among the things I can do, yes. But also calming potions or teas, charms to keep nightmares at bay. Anything you think might help.

[ he's trying very, very hard not to be overbearing. it doesn't come naturally to him, he's usually rough and demanding and impatient. ]

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I don’t have nightmares.

( said like someone who absolutely has nightmares.

honestly, he’s tempted to walk. he be try nearly does, shifting his weight from side to side and wondering if running can outpace a portal—

but there is that one thing. the brand that just won’t seem to budge, no matter how hard nick tries. )

...Can you get rid of- there’s just this- it won’t go away, I’ve tried everything.

[unfriendlygreen]

I can try.

[ ordinarily he would be confident he could, but magnus wasn't himself and he's the more powerful one of the two. if magnus meant for the brand to be permanent it'll be difficult for anyone but him to undo it. ]

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Don't sound too confident.

( it's an attempt at a joke, but it falls miserably flat. the idea of showing anyone the mark magically scarred into his skin makes nick's stomach turn, but he wants to be rid of it more. he bites his tongue, hard as it is, and yanks up the edge of his shirt, peels off the top edge of the bandage stuck on just to keep the thing covered.

it's very clearly magnus, the cursive 'M' branded into the skin just above his hipbone. in any other circumstance it might even be beautiful, but as it stands, nick can't even look at it. )

I just want it gone.

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[ his expression remains neutral and he doesn't comment, just starts working on it— his magic is less flashy than magnus', a muted green smoke. he tries to undo magnus' magic, frowns when that proves impossible, then tries to heal the skin, which is also impossible.

then he casts a glamour over it, which seems to work to ragnor's surprise. ]

I can't heal it, but I can hide it— if you are Sighted you'll be able to see it still, if you choose to.

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( nick holds his breath as ragnor works, and for a brief moment he really thinks that it’s going to work. that would be too simple though, and really he shouldn’t have expected any different. he doesn’t want to look disappointed, doesn’t want someone to see that, but it’s written all over his face all the same. nick never was a very good liar. )

Of course. Your friend is real fucked up, you know. ( because of course nick still has no idea that magnus was under the influence of the city. ) Fine, just- cover it up, I don’t care.

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[ it's quick work once ragnor knows what to do, a quick semi-permanent glamour. ]

The city had just drugged him when you met up. It doesn't change what happened, but Magnus would have never without the drug's influence.

[ it's not an excuse, he's very matter-of-fact about it. ]

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( it’s not ideal, nick still knows the mark is there, but others can’t see it and that has to be enough for now. at least, until he’s ready to start think about what getting it removed permanently will entail. nick is ready to just shove his shirt down and be done with this whole ordeal, run off and ignore the lot of them - but ragnor’s comment clearly catches him off guard. )

He– sorry, what happened? ( nothing nearly so violent has happened to nick, but it’s not like he’s avoided the sneaky little aphrodisiacs hidden about the city. it’s not the same, but it makes him hesitate all the same. ) Magnus was drugged?

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Yes, he had a citation for, as I understand it, sleeping with other Dominants. He had never been drugged like that before and was not expecting the effects.

[ Magnus would probably not like him being so free with the information, but Ragnor will answer Nick's questions as thoroughly as he can. ]

We're putting measures in place to try to prevent anything like this from happening again.

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Jesus fucking Christ.

( nick would very much like to sit down. he was expecting some kind of defence of magnus obviously – why else would he have said what he did, if not needling for an argument – but he wasn't expecting a rebuttal like that.

instead he just tugs all of his layers back into place, arms folded tightly over his chest and hands fidgeting with the sleeves. the idea that they were both thoroughly fucked over in that exchange isn't one that he was expecting to wrestle with, today. )

I didn't know this place did– I mean the aphros, that's one thing, but...

( forcing someone into doing all of that to another person is a different beast entirely. if nick looks a little pale all of a sudden, it's just because he thinks that he's maybe going to hurl. )

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I wasn't aware either.

[ he taps nick's shoulder very gently and gestures at a nearby bench. ]

Let's sit. I can conjure a warm drink.

[ he's surprised nick is taking this so well, all things considered. it's a lot to take in and he has every right to be angry, disgusted. ragnor is, he hasn't been in the city for a month yet and the place is already worse than most of the hell dimensions he's been to. ]

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( nick doesn’t argue at all, just moves over to the bench in question and drops down heavily. he drops his head down into his hands, staring resolutely at the threadbare patch of grass between his feet and doing some approximation of a breathing exercise — albeit quite poorly.

he could fix the grass. it wouldn’t take much, barely any exertion at all and he could have at least the little circle around him looking green and new again. but what’s the point in creating anything good, in this city? )

I just came over, you know. I’ve spoken to him once, didn’t even hesitate. That was all me, no fucking...magic roofie necessary. How stupid is that?

[unfriendlygreen]

None of it was your fault, Nick.

[ he sits next to him and tentatively places a hand on his back. then with his other hand he conjures up a nice tea table and two mugs. ]

Here. The tea is from my stash, so it's safe to drink.

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Yeah, you’ll forgive me if that doesn’t exactly fill me with relief.

( despite the snarky comment he still takes the mug, sitting up straighter so that he can hold it with both hands. whether or not it’s actually going to make him feel better is anyone’s guess, but it’s at least something to focus on for a moment. )

It’s just— fucked. This whole place is fucked, and I feel so stupid, and now I don’t even know who to be angry at anymore?

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[ ragnor drinks first. he doesn't know if it'll make nick feel safer but ragnor is a paranoid man, and it would make him feel safer; the tea is regular lavender tea, a bit on the sweeter side. ]

You can be angry at all of it, there are no wrong reactions. It's just not your fault in any way.

[ he doesn't think he can drive the message in, so he has to settle for repeating it and hope it sticks. ]

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I don’t want to be angry at any of it, I want to forget it ever happened.

( if it’s possible to angrily sip from a mug of tea, nick somehow manages it. he doesn’t even know why he’s still talking at all, much less why he’s opening up to some stranger that’s a friend of magnus, no less, but now that he’s cracked that wall open just a little, it’s like the whole dam is breaking. )

I don’t even know anyone here. It’s been like, three weeks. I don’t know what to do.