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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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.

[atowncalledtreffy]

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?"

[kingsroads]

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.

[atowncalledtreffy]

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