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[Nate allows himself some nervous laughter, because as with many things, he has no idea how he accomplished what he did but isn't keen to over-analyze it.

Maybe he shouldn't be surprised by Nick's offer. The guy has made it abundantly clear that his mission in this place is to help people. Still, outside of a rare few, people don't often stick their neck out for him.]

I- Thanks. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

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Maybe that'll be all the hope he needs for payment.

[Nick, please.]

Did he say when he's doing this?

FINGER GUNS

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[Perhaps unsurprisingly Nate chuckles at the joke, appreciative of the kind of retort that would make most people groan. If there is one thing in this godforsaken world he hopes never dies, it's bad puns.]

I left him an offering. Maybe it's enough.

[Nate rubs at his chin, though Nick cannot see it.]

He seemed to imply it would be effective immediately, but I don't know if he can snap his fingers from the comfort of his temple or has to grace us with his presence for it. Either way, I don't wanna be around her when she finds out she's basically human.

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Yeah. She might wish she'd torn me to pieces instead of walking away when she does.

[The dangers of being the guy to talk down a demon.]

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...What do you mean you talked to her?

[Jesus Christ, Nick has no room to criticize Nate for having a death wish.]

I thought some of the people down at the temple knocked her out.

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[Nick can have a death wish, all right. He doesn't have a wife here in town.]

I thought they would have, but they must've gotten tied up with the goons she brought in, since I got to her first.

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[Stop judging him, Nick. This is about your decisions, not Nate's.]

So what, you just...strolled up and said "hey, can you cut that out"?

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More like I took a shot at her when she didn't take me seriously, but yeah. Something like that.

[N i c k.]

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[Nick.]

And she just happened to decide that trying to massacre the populace wasn't worth it?

[There is abject confusion, there, mixed with something not dissimilar to awe. Nate never pegged Nick for the overtly persuasive type, but the guy does have a simple and pragmatic - humanist - way about him.]

What did you tell her?

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[Nick isn't about to deny the fact that he was pretty sure he might end up in pieces; he's not about to cop to it, either.]

That she was wasting her time, for one. That she wasn't the first person to try this. That Sharon da Silva left more of an impression.

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Oh, okay, so you have a death wish.

[Nate responds lightly, as if he should have known better than to ask - never mind the fact that the statement is hypocritical. For someone who probably wasn't built to have balls, Nick's sure are huge.]

So she sucked all her monsters back into the void and went home?

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[That gets a dry chuckle from Nick. He doesn't get to talk anymore, Nate.]

She went home, but not before the Guard made short work of her crew. That might've had something to do with why she left.

[Like he tried telling her, she was wasting her time and energy.]

... Though if she'd known one of the gods was gonna rein in her powers, she might have done otherwise.

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Good thing she didn't know, then, huh?

[Nate might sound suspiciously flippant about this, but it isn't by design. He knows very well that if she finds out who happened to be the impetus to her magical impotence, the likelihood of his evisceration is kind of inevitable.

Having nearly bled out before he's not exactly keen on experiencing the sensation again any time soon.]

...but, uh. If you could never let our local lady of demons know it was me, that'd be- great. Thanks.