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[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

Job security: being the party cleric.

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[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Certain trades never go out of business.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

*laughs and laughs* Oh, man. You don't know how right you are.

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

I have an inkling.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

Yeah? From where?

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Men like me generate all your business.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

*tilts head to side and regards the other man*

Mmm. No. Not really. I mean, frankly, someone like you would probably just end up duking it out with Apollo in the upper stratosphere for a bit, very macho and look-at-us-punch-each-other... and he can heal himself with enough sunlight...

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Now, why would I throw hands with someone I could shoot?

I guess Apollo's not much of a night-time person, hm.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so can he. I just figure you guys enjoy the testosterone of it, or something.

Not so much, no. But if you expect that'll let you take him, I look forward to grabbing some popcorn and watching him prove you wrong.

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

I'd be coming for you after I was finished.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Okay. That'll be fun.

*considers* You'd probably have to deal with Apollo's boyfriend first, but if you did manage to take out Apollo-- and the more I think about it, I'm guessing you might actually be able to do that. You both look to be Majestic-class, but he doesn't have mechaugments, so... yeah, you might do it. And if you took him out then yeah, you could handle Midnighter too. I'll totally give you that.

But how do your Majestic-class abilities and cyborg augmentations handle it when I transform your blood to Kool-Aid? Or your head into a fishbowl?

I'm not mocking you. I'm genuinely curious: how does someone like you try and fight someone like me?

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Can you dodge light?

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

Light's nothing but energy. Energy's my playground. I don't need to dodge light. I just ask it very nicely to slow down enough to become matter. Nice, harmless matter, like, mmm, cotton candy, maybe. I like cotton candy.

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

All magicans have the same weakness.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

*genuinely curious* What's that?

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Perhaps I'll tell you after I'm sure I won't have to kill you.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* To quote Obi-Wan, "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."

Well, no, that's not technically true, but I do essentially get to enter paradise, and the Doctor who comes after me would probably feel compelled to deal with you.

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Mmhmm. What's your name, son.

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

*stares*

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

*stares back, not challengingly, just in the sense of there's someone looking at him so he looks back at them*


Uh, hi. Huh. I've got memories of some people like you. Didn't know there were any left.

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

Ah -- hello. Didn't mean to be rude, I just ... *trails off and looks closer*


I don't think I've met anyone like you before.

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

*shrugs away the question of rudeness with the arch of one shoulder*

First time for everything. Heh. Saying that takes me back.

But you're right, we have not been formally introduced. I'm the Doctor. Shaman to the tribe. *thinks about that* Maybe shaman to your tribe... You have enough human in you.

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

*slight smile* Shows, does it? My mother was half-human.

*tilts his head* Shaman. That ... explains a few things. Possibly. *drifts back into another intensely-focused look as his fingers absently trace patterns in the air, then seems to shake himself back to normal awareness*

At any rate, I'm Tadhg MacEibhir. *offers a slight bow*

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

It's the sort of thing I notice.

*watches Tadhg's gestures with interest and raises a hand as if to catch the trajectory of motion from one of his patterns. He closes his hand over nothing, and puts it into one of the many pouches at his belt*

Hey, Tadhg. So... Irish, then? Irish puca. Yeah, I have to go back four doctors before I find someone who's met one of you. You guys must stick to yourselves. Or maybe you just avoid the spotlight?

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

Quite Irish. Quite puca. And quite firmly betwixt and between, given that most of my kind chose to withdraw from the daylight realms. But there are a few stubborn holdouts.

*fingers start to weave again in even more complex figures* Sorry, I'm trying -- how do you even walk around with patterns like that?

[globalshaman.livejournal.com]

I should go visit sideways and fairy and places like that more often. Not enough hours in the day.


Drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. Ha ha, I'm joking of course. Ha ha.