[ Text drops, replaced with the sound of his voice. Easier to be clear like this. There's tension there, concern co-mingled with frustration - but not quite suspicion, not accusation. ]
You think you might have had a scuffle, but you're pretty sure you lost. Why?
I'll help you if you need help, but you can't run away now you've started the conversation.
[ The downsides of showing a wizard where you live. ]
[ voice is always so strange to John, because he always thinks that's how his thoughts are going out too, until he gets the real deal and they're not. his aphantasia means he's stuck perpetually in the impersonal drone of text, no matter how good he gets at telepathy - no matter how stressed he is. ]
Watch me.
[ Even in text, the stubbornness rings through.
Except, he's not home yet, and if Strange breaks his wards it's going to worry House even more than this probably already has - he's going to blame himself for whatever John's done. So he caves a moment later. ]
I'm pretty sure I died. But that in itself isn't enough to reverse a transformation. But I can't find a body.
I didn't come to you for help. You cosplay an evil wizard, I figured you'd, you know, be chill. Everyone here is so fucking touchy about death.
[ There are a few seconds pause to take that in. When he speaks again, the voice that projects is a little lighter, less tense. Perhaps a little more sympathy in there somewhere. ]
One: for future reference, I'm a sorcerer cosplaying a good wizard. I realise the goatee is a red herring.
Two: I don't consider unplanned killing in a form beyond your own control to be pre-meditated [ it's not murder unless he's doing it, at which point he WILL assign himself all possible forms of blame, but that's for later - ] so asking me how I feel about murder wasn't necessarily your best in-road.
I am an unrepentant fan of the 'I told you so', though, so watch out for that one.
[ Intended in good humour - he's not actually going to say I told you so, but he also kind of just has, so if he was the urge has already been satisfied. ]
[ And dips back into text now the interpersonal crisis is seemingly averted, if only so he doesn't have to express his bafflement with the latter turn in the conversation quite so nakedly. ]
I met him once to get a lecture on zadza purging and deforestation. [ That is not how that went. ] He's what now?
He told me it doesn't control him. Then avoided me for months. Which makes a guy curious.
I wasn't exactly the king of fucking self-restraint when I ran into him again, and I tried to have another look. And then... I don't know. He killed me. When I woke up he was gone. But he left his stuff behind.
I picked his things up, I'll drop them off once I've been home.
I can't tell if he was hurt. My blood sort of drowns everything else out, necromantically. It's very possible that I obliterated him. I'm not telling Aristaeus until I know what happened, he has enough on his plate with Mavis at the clinic.
Go and get some rest. Add another notch to your casket, sleep, eat something. [ Fuck something, ideally, he does not say but thinks. ] I'm sorry you died, John.
[ Whatever the circumstances, he knows as well as anyone can that the dying never stops being - well, dying. No matter how often you do it, or how often you come back. Uncertainty around the happening can only be only be rubbing salt in the wound. ]
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Do you need anything from me? Anyone you want me to check in on?
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[ Bye! He has to go figure out what to do with Murphy's clothes. ]
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You think you might have had a scuffle, but you're pretty sure you lost. Why?
I'll help you if you need help, but you can't run away now you've started the conversation.
[ The downsides of showing a wizard where you live. ]
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Watch me.
[ Even in text, the stubbornness rings through.
Except, he's not home yet, and if Strange breaks his wards it's going to worry House even more than this probably already has - he's going to blame himself for whatever John's done. So he caves a moment later. ]
I'm pretty sure I died. But that in itself isn't enough to reverse a transformation. But I can't find a body.
I didn't come to you for help. You cosplay an evil wizard, I figured you'd, you know, be chill. Everyone here is so fucking touchy about death.
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One: for future reference, I'm a sorcerer cosplaying a good wizard. I realise the goatee is a red herring.
Two: I don't consider unplanned killing in a form beyond your own control to be pre-meditated [ it's not murder unless he's doing it, at which point he WILL assign himself all possible forms of blame, but that's for later - ] so asking me how I feel about murder wasn't necessarily your best in-road.
I am an unrepentant fan of the 'I told you so', though, so watch out for that one.
[ Intended in good humour - he's not actually going to say I told you so, but he also kind of just has, so if he was the urge has already been satisfied. ]
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You've mentioned knowing Murphy. Did you know he has an alien in his head? It's overtaken most of his neural pathways.
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[ And dips back into text now the interpersonal crisis is seemingly averted, if only so he doesn't have to express his bafflement with the latter turn in the conversation quite so nakedly. ]
I met him once to get a lecture on zadza purging and deforestation. [ That is not how that went. ] He's what now?
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I wasn't exactly the king of fucking self-restraint when I ran into him again, and I tried to have another look. And then... I don't know. He killed me. When I woke up he was gone. But he left his stuff behind.
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Abandoning evidence? Like you said, people get touchy about death. Moreso murder. And he's young.
You've tried him at home?
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I can't tell if he was hurt. My blood sort of drowns everything else out, necromantically. It's very possible that I obliterated him. I'm not telling Aristaeus until I know what happened, he has enough on his plate with Mavis at the clinic.
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Go and get some rest. Add another notch to your casket, sleep, eat something. [ Fuck something, ideally, he does not say but thinks. ] I'm sorry you died, John.
[ Whatever the circumstances, he knows as well as anyone can that the dying never stops being - well, dying. No matter how often you do it, or how often you come back. Uncertainty around the happening can only be only be rubbing salt in the wound. ]
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[ Ha ha. He is not going to do any of those things. ]
But yes. Will do. Thank you.
[ That last sincerely, he's so grateful for non-judgemental common sense. (Mildly judgemental.) ]
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[ Death is death is death. ]
Good. Message if you need anything from town.
[ He can play delivery boy for a bit if the need's there, give John and House some time. With the offer made, he'll leave him to his homegoing. ]