[Jack crows a noise of delight, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in exaggerated show of readying himself to go to work.]
Right! Tips for landing a Eugene of your own. [He holds up a finger, wobbly but deliberate.] First off, the world needs to me taking a major nosedive. Back to a primitive level, if possible. It absolutely does wonders for lowering standards.
Oh well, obviously I've been working on far too small a scale with the murder and magical battle huh. I'll have to wait for all out Mutually Assured Destruction.
Hey- hey. [He points at Max, absolutely earnest in his assessment of desirable qualities in a romantic partner.] Still a business. Finances, air of authority . . . all that stuff. And about a thousand brilliant stories to tell over drinks, right?
Go on, go on. [Jack takes that bit of information and grins hugely, gleefully goading Max on.] You've already shared the romantic situation, haven't you? In for that penny already, may as well pay the rest.
Well, lack of romantic situation is probably more accurate right now.
So, sometimes magical artifacts might be a little more difficult to get hold off. Pesky things like borders and governments get in the way... Or they're buried somewhere with people who really don't know what they've got.
Or there's stuff like cold iron where I just don't agree with the restrictions on it.
[Jack stares. And blinks. And stares a little more, for several seconds. Just to be sure he's heard all of that.
Then he erupts into braying, crowing laughter, head thrown back, kicking the seat of the couch in delight.]
Are you actually-! [He only gets out snatches of words and phrases between laughs and howls.] You- I cannot actually believe you. You are the living incarnation of the British Museum!
[He stares for a moment at the peal of laughter, looking a little bewildered, before a slow smile crosses his face and then, then he starts giggling too.]
Oh god, you're right. Except, y'know, I don't actually keep the stuff. I'm good at finding things. Recently, there was this guy, I think he must've been East German. Heard him speak Russo-Deutsche. He wanted me to find this mythical lost Shakespeare-Marlowe play.
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Right! Tips for landing a Eugene of your own. [He holds up a finger, wobbly but deliberate.] First off, the world needs to me taking a major nosedive. Back to a primitive level, if possible. It absolutely does wonders for lowering standards.
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Oh well, obviously I've been working on far too small a scale with the murder and magical battle huh. I'll have to wait for all out Mutually Assured Destruction.
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Right, yes. My totally 100% above board and legit business.
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Oh, so many stories. Most of them about the not 100% above board and legit side of the business.
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So, sometimes magical artifacts might be a little more difficult to get hold off. Pesky things like borders and governments get in the way... Or they're buried somewhere with people who really don't know what they've got.
Or there's stuff like cold iron where I just don't agree with the restrictions on it.
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Then he erupts into braying, crowing laughter, head thrown back, kicking the seat of the couch in delight.]
Are you actually-! [He only gets out snatches of words and phrases between laughs and howls.] You- I cannot actually believe you. You are the living incarnation of the British Museum!
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Oh god, you're right. Except, y'know, I don't actually keep the stuff. I'm good at finding things. Recently, there was this guy, I think he must've been East German. Heard him speak Russo-Deutsche. He wanted me to find this mythical lost Shakespeare-Marlowe play.