Statement #0222208 | Best Policy(?)

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WHO: Tim and Strange!
WHAT: Copping to a bad idea (no regrets)
WHERE: guess
WHEN: The day after the C4 Fuckery
WARNINGS: A very angry magic man

In the moment, there's a grim, vindictive satisfaction at just how badly the Brig gets hurt by that attack.

A few hours later, when the spell finally wears off, Tim snaps upright with a horrible sense of realisation.

Fuck. That was a bad, bad idea, and he stares at the far side of his room with a dawning comprehension of what his actions have done.

He'd... better find Strange. The guy might be a prat but he's genuinely not involved, and he deserves the truth. So off Tim goes to find- ugh, his Initiate's room.


After meeting up with Strange


There's a cat on the Brigantine. A quite handsome Siamese with dark fur, albeit covered in scars on the visible parts of its face, and present to the touch under its fur if anyone tries to pat it.

He'll scratch anyone that tries, mind you. Unless you're someone he already knows, which. Tim has a very selective list of people he's allowing near him right now.

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[kingsroads]

"If that thing gets bigger, I'll get him off the ship myself," Strange says, without hesitation. "Stoker, I know you don't like me, but you are under my watch. No matter what, I'll keep you safe—even if that means keeping you safe from your own poor decisions."

cw; bone break

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The condescension is finally what hammers home to Trevor that this place is as big a shit pile - probably more so - than the Barge.

He twists Strange's arm up, sharp and with enough force to crack the bone.

"Turn him back." He says, politely enough. "Or I'll start on the other arm. Then you really won't have anything to stop that thing."

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The sudden crack is loud to Tim's sensitive new ears, and he arches sharply on Trevor's shoulder so he can whip a paw out, claws extended, and swipe furiously at Strange's head.

'Change me the fuck back!'

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Having his arm suddenly broken causes Strange to just let out a sharp scream of pain. There's a part of him, all this time, that still wants to dig in and hold his ground. But there's another part that is realizing that everyone from the Barge is a goddamn lunatic and there is a very real possibility that his other arm might be broken soon.

So, through gritted teeth, he casts the counterspell, waving a hand in Tim's direction. And congrats Tim, you're human again!

For the moment at least. The counterspell might have a few flaws in it because that's what happens when you try to do powerful magic while in immense pain. The spell might falter or have odd effects a bit later, but that's a problem for future Tim and future Strange!

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Tim makes sure to jump off Trevor's shoulder when he sees the magic asshole's hand waggle, so he's not on Trevor with his abrupt return to being a six foot one human - instead he comes back crouched on the floor from his landing, and he scowls as he straightens.

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Trevor lets Strange go, keeping an eye on him just in case he tries anything else. But most of his focus and worry is on Tim and his transformation.

He relaxes, when the spell works.

"All right there, Tim?"

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"Of course Stoker's fine," Strange snaps, holding his arm in a way that he hopes might alleviate some of the pain. "He's not—" hiss of pain "—not the one with a broken bone, is he?!"

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He does give himself a quick pat-down when Trevor looks at him, running his hands over his head to check for ears before he goes down his body - he feels fine, and there's an incredibly large part of him that's thankful the transformation didn't take his clothes with it.

When Strange speaks, he levels a flat glare at him.

'You brought that on yourself.'

Then his eyes blow wide, and one hand goes to his throat. Because that was a mrowl.

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"Broken plenty of bones - mine and others. You'll be fine. Just wrap it and hold it steady." Says Trevor, shrugging. He can't bring himself to feel bad about what he's done.

He blinks when Tim starts meowing at them, and suppresses a laugh. It's a struggle.

"Jesus christ." A pointed look to Strange, as in; I meant all of him needs to be human.

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Oh. Whoops. That was totally a meow. Strange's eyes go a little wide as well, embarrassed look on his face, before his expression shifts to a frown.

"Terribly sorry that it's hard to refine a complex spell and cast it on the fly when your arm is broken," he whines. "Let me go to the Grotto to get this fixed and I'll pick up with the magic where I left off."

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He can hear you trying not to laugh, Trevor. Which is why Tim only smacks his shoulder with the back of his hand. This is serious.

(No, it's not. And honestly if it wasn't happening to him personally he'd probably be the same.)

'Maybe you shouldn't have cast it in the first bloody place!' Well, it turns out he can hiss too, shoulders bunching a little with it, and he feels his face heat up at how ridiculous it all looks.

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"Fix Tim right and then I'll take you to the Grotto." Counters Trevor, still trying not to smile.

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Strange raises an eyebrow, looks at Trevor...and notices that 'I'm trying not to smile' expression on his face. So he shrugs, giving the two of them a pained smile instead. "I'm not good at casting magic under pressure. For all I know, I might end up giving him ears and a tail instead. Let me heal myself first, then we'll cast the magic."

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Fuck the pair of you.

At least he has thumbs now, and he looks around the room briefly, before he moves away from the other two to pick up an open journal and a ball-pen next to it, scribbling a quick message before he just rips the page out (entirely to try and make Strange wince) before he holds it up for the others to read.

You said the first spell was 24 hours. You've got until then to pray this fixes itself, or I'm breaking the other one.

Because he's not letting the wanker put him under a third spell to try and counteract the first two. Even one was too many.

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Trevor grunts in acknowledgement, then goes to take a roll of bandages from his own pack and wrap up Strange's arm. No sense injuring him further until they can get down to the Grotto.

"Oy, Cat Lad. Coming with, or heading out?"

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Strange outright flinches when Tim rips the page out. "I have scrap paper around here," he grumbles, looking over at the ripped page with a frown on his face. No need to disrespect books like that!

But he'll let Trevor wrap up his arm, though he treats the monster hunter with a well-deserved sense of wariness as he does.

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Tim doesn't need words to flip Trevor the bird, but there's a wry twist to his lips. He's coming around to how stupid this is, too.

He reaches back to pick up the journal again, pointedly claps it shut, and flips it around to tuck under his arm. Making direct eye contact with Strange the entire time; this is his now. Because fuck you.

And holding the pen between two fingers, he gives both of them a disparaging salute before he walks out first, before he gives in to the urge to hit Strange again anyway.

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He chuckles, waving Tim off. And turns to help take Strange down to the Grotto after he leaves.