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[All right, yes, voice, now (but first he laughs, because brilliant--no matter what the hell he knows about the future, about what's here and the possibility of what could happen here; about who is here and what that, exactly, could mean--well, it's not like Sirius can't be serious. But he's had time to ingest it all, so now there's this--):]

Yeah. Is it muggles or gods that invented little bracelets that you can write with? Because it's genius. Huge time-saver. Top marks to the man who came up with this, this is a bit of technology I can get behind. It's these, micro-waves, and turntables.

All right, but I'm going to briefly add to the questions that have been endlessly asked. I'm Sirius Black, and I want to know: is the main form of entertainment around here seriously to conduct surveys?

Because you lot are badly in need of amusement, if that's what you consider to be fun. Or are these bracelets just more of a notice board than anything else? It's all about cooking and job offers and survey questions, it's half lonely hearts adverts and half wanted ads and half girl's magazine.

Since we aren't doing any fighting and your little earthquake seems mostly settled--I've got something of a counter-offer to cure your boredom, Asgard: a scavenger hunt. I've a list of things, and whoever gets me the most of these things, I will give him a reward. Or her, I s'ppose, should a girl be clever enough. [ps, this is not a shopping list.] Quills ready, 'cos here goes: six large fireworks, one package of small fireworks, a birthday card, one of those thingers on the stick that you whirl around and around and it makes a noise like a really loud zip--er, right, an inkwell with ink in it, please--fourteen eggs, a box of matches, and a book.

Any book.

All right, that's all! Prizes will be distributed to the one who comes out on top, but I'm not telling you what the prize is, you'll have to earn it to find out. Entertain yourselves! [And Sirius, but that goes without saying.] Ready, set--go to!

[And he's nearly done, but oh, hang on, one last thing--] Also, forgot to mention, James Potter is forbidden from playing. Not allowed. Anyone sees him collecting objects and reports him gets an extra prize. Sit this one out, Prongsie, that's an order. All right, now go to.

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[woahhhhh]

All right, all right, point made-- what is that? What, er, language, I mean.

Arabic. It's my native language. It is possible to speak another tongue, with focus.

Really. So d'you think I could manage to speak troll?

With effort, perhaps. But only if you were already capable of speaking it before.

Ah, you caught me: I couldn't. Or, well, I could garble out a few words, but hardly enough to say that I actually spoke it. It's a pity. For all the gifts that this city gives, it could at least have let me speak troll.

You aren't satisfied with the gift of a power from your house?

[He shrugs, offhandedly, like he doesn't much care either way. (But he does, of course, care. You don't just take magic from a wizard and expect him not to care.)]magic.

[That's enough of an answer itself.]

I'll take that as a no. You're one of the fewm then.

Really. Everyone's just okay with having their magic taken away from them?

Not everyone had magic to begin with.

As it happens, though, I agree with you. I prefer to rely on my own abilities, not ones given to me—ones that could be taken away just as easily.

[Well bully for the muggles that got extra powers I guess, but he doesn't say that, because that's just talking out his arse because he's irritated. And anyways, that's something new--]

Has that actually happened? Powers being taken away, I mean.

They fade, if you go far enough from the city. Beyond that, I haven't heard of it happening. That doesn't mean I trust the gods never to do it.

[making mental notes here ty]

Then they're known for messing with us?

Now and again, yes. It wasn't too long ago that I was cursed to believe I was a younger version of myself.

[He really hated that.]

Oh, curses. I know about curses, at least. It was one of these gods that cursed you?

[A beat. He is trying not to sound amused. It isn't easy.]

I'll bet that was, er. Something.

It was.

[He nods, not looking especially pleased about it.]

One can learn from all experiences, but it isn't one I'd like to repeat.

[but people looking displeased often means that something funny has happened...]

What exactly happened?

[Altaïr doesn't really want to explain this, but hell. The rest of the city saw it happen; it can't really be a secret.]

When I was younger, I was a fool. Magically regressing to that age was extremely aggravating for my wife and family here.

Ooh, yes. Wife and family, that complicates things.

[He sounds more amused than sympathetic, but. Details!]

What age are we talking about, exactly?

[Shut up, whippersnapper.]

Going by years, I was a man, but I had considerable growing up to do.

[...Twenty-six.]

[26 is OLD!!!]

Rude jokes?

[So is your haircut.]

Something like that.

[Rude murders.]

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