[Yeah. A few minutes are probably good. He needs to cry out some feelings before he can talk about this. But once he's had a couple minutes he pulls back, just a little, and scrubs at his face with his hands.]
Sorry. I - I didn't expect - it's just, that they told me they didn't know if it was possible for her to wake up. [Realizing belatedly he wasn't intending to tell Taako that. He wasn't intending to tell anyone that. He's glad to know it, but he doesn't want to put upon anyone else's hopes.] I mean, but, she doesn't look dead. When she died, it was - you know, dead? [This doesn't make a whole lot of sense but it seems to make sense to him.] But she isn't even hurt.
Did - should I introduce you, or...? [Yeah you're being invited to participate now. Sorry.]
[ It makes sense enough. Compared to Lup's "back soon" escapades, then his not even knowing her existence for years. The whole idea of someone being. You know, dead? As opposed to simply being gone. There's a difference. Taako squints a little at the "not possible for her to wake up" part, but doesn't push. Staying posi, right?
But okay, if he's gonna participate, he's gonna participate. Since he's had these few minutes to compose himself anyway. Sauntering over to take a peek in, as in you do, then giving a dramatic flourish - again as one does when meeting your buddy's dead wife? This is all very tonally inappropriate, but it's the best thing he can think of to do. ]
Yeah right! As if an introduction is necessary. It's me, Taako, you know? From TV? She knows who I am. You know who I am, right, uh, Julie? [Tapping on the glass.]
[So, I'm not going to describe Julia other than the fact that she's a tiefling headcanon copyright me. No, she's a human woman and she looks essentially like what you'd imagine Magnus' dream woman would look like. Based on every woman Magnus has ever kind of acted like a doofus around, Julia is very his type.
Anyway, Magnus looks slightly alarmed for a second when he taps on the glass, but then he breaks out into a grin. Seems like maybe this was the right thing to do after all.]
No chance! You never came to Ravens Roost. Guess we were too smalltime for a big shot like Taako.
[All Taako sees is a beautiful giant buxom bugbear? Don't impose your terrible coward's headcanons on me. Maybe she's a huge dragonborn and Magnus loved that sexy lizard, fuck you.
But okay fine, I guess this is the Worst Timeline so she's some human woman whatever. Taako doesn't stare anyway, because that seems kind of weird to scope your good pal's frozen wife for too long. I mean, she certainly looks like a Burnsides girl. He's not in any position to judge anyone outloud.]
Hey now, I was an elf of the people, just trying to elevate some palates even in the most backwater places. Just hadn't gotten to the R's yet. But fine, go ahead, introduce me.
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[Looking at Taako like he's being a little dense. But he shrugs, and raps very gently on the glass.]
Hey Jules. This is my friend Taako. From TV. He taught me how to cook Filet alla Neverwinter and he won't admit it but I'm better at it than him. When you get out I'll show you, okay?
[ It's called processing and using your goddamn imagination you tool. They were doing it five minutes ago to Lup, and they will look crazypants in front of your dead wife, Magnus.
Anyway that sucked there wasn't a single compliment or declaration of Taako being the world's most amazing wizard? Just being rude about his cooking? ]
Now you're just setting her up for disappointment, my man. We're stayin' posi, not straight up lying.
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Sorry. I - I didn't expect - it's just, that they told me they didn't know if it was possible for her to wake up. [Realizing belatedly he wasn't intending to tell Taako that. He wasn't intending to tell anyone that. He's glad to know it, but he doesn't want to put upon anyone else's hopes.] I mean, but, she doesn't look dead. When she died, it was - you know, dead? [This doesn't make a whole lot of sense but it seems to make sense to him.] But she isn't even hurt.
Did - should I introduce you, or...? [Yeah you're being invited to participate now. Sorry.]
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But okay, if he's gonna participate, he's gonna participate. Since he's had these few minutes to compose himself anyway. Sauntering over to take a peek in, as in you do, then giving a dramatic flourish - again as one does when meeting your buddy's dead wife? This is all very tonally inappropriate, but it's the best thing he can think of to do. ]
Yeah right! As if an introduction is necessary. It's me, Taako, you know? From TV? She knows who I am. You know who I am, right, uh, Julie? [Tapping on the glass.]
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Anyway, Magnus looks slightly alarmed for a second when he taps on the glass, but then he breaks out into a grin. Seems like maybe this was the right thing to do after all.]
No chance! You never came to Ravens Roost. Guess we were too smalltime for a big shot like Taako.
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But okay fine, I guess this is the Worst Timeline so she's some human woman whatever. Taako doesn't stare anyway, because that seems kind of weird to scope your good pal's frozen wife for too long. I mean, she certainly looks like a Burnsides girl. He's not in any position to judge anyone outloud.]
Hey now, I was an elf of the people, just trying to elevate some palates even in the most backwater places. Just hadn't gotten to the R's yet. But fine, go ahead, introduce me.
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[Looking at Taako like he's being a little dense. But he shrugs, and raps very gently on the glass.]
Hey Jules. This is my friend Taako. From TV. He taught me how to cook Filet alla Neverwinter and he won't admit it but I'm better at it than him. When you get out I'll show you, okay?
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Anyway that sucked there wasn't a single compliment or declaration of Taako being the world's most amazing wizard? Just being rude about his cooking? ]
Now you're just setting her up for disappointment, my man. We're stayin' posi, not straight up lying.
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