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If you're suggesting I'd ever steal, I'm insulted and deeply hurt.
But for you it'd be basically borrowing office supplies, right, my man?

Borrowing? As far as anyone's concerned, we are simply in the process of becoming pioneers of higher tier magic. It won't come out of my paycheck because it will BE my paycheck.

Taking these things off the premises is ill-advised, though, so don't tell anyone. Where do we want to be doing this? Your home? The wilds?

As time honored as doing weird magic shit in the woods with your homies is, think I'm out of my college years, amigo. I can do my pioneering in the comfort of my living room. Especially because it's my memories we're digging in, I guess.

Right. I'm not compensating you for any damages that might occur during this... weird magic shit, though.

Shall I come over tonight? And would you like anything else with your order?

Tonight's fine, I can pencil you in. If you're offering, could pick up a 'za on the way here or something. Just sayin'.

Ah, yes, a delicious 'za. Nothing like it. You know, this device fills in words as you type them, like, for example, if I were to say something were rude, and perhaps, obnoxious, in this conversation. Just a thought.

[Later, Dorian will find the El Nysa version of pizza that exists now. But is he going to talk about this revelation and give Taako the satisfaction? No, no he isn't.

He is good for his word, though, because he's arriving with a bad full of crystals from some place at work he definitely shouldn't be taking from all for Taako. Never say he isn't a good friend.] My hands are full, open the door!

[Ignoring his rude ass text, gee whiz. Just askin' for a little 'za. Taako has literally nothing better to do than this, but also takes his sweet time opening the door, mostly because he wants to be a dick. In preparation for Dorian's arrival he's picked out his finest wizard gear, and by finest I mean absolutely most Extra, to make the biggest impact. It's only a little tastefully scandalous and velvet, in case he dies or somehow brutally injures himself extracting memories and has to be buried in it. The whole place is in its general state of MagnusandTaako© Brand mess, but he's cleared off part of the couch and the table for important crystal experimentation, and has a few stacks of notes scattered around. He didn't want to look like he was trying too hard, so some of them are also filled with doodles of unicorns with two horns.]

Can't summon a little Mage Hand to help you there, Mr. Too Good for the Taako Scale? Opening a door a task too great for the illustrious Mr. Pavus?

[Dorian isn't sure he made this much effort for anyone else's magical needs in his life. Sure, time magic was a ten times less annoying. He has arms full of tomes from the library, the bag of ingredients that he's not entirely sure won't blow up in his face, and the pizza box dangerously on top of it all, held in place by his chin. His hair is disheveled. He's not happy.

So, the illustrious Mr. Pavus resorts to kicking the door.] What's that? It sound as if you're asking for me to take all the credit by the end of our experiment! Memory crystals, a hot commodity, created by our one and only Dorian Pavus! Did anyone else aid you in such a creation? Oh, nooo, it was all my idea. I don't know anyone named Taako.

[Whatever, Dorian, don't play like you aren't lovin' the opportunity to get down and dirty (with some magical research). Opening the door all the way for him, offering the way with a flourish of his hand.]

Don't think I won't have my lawyers on you in a hot minute you try and pull that, my man.

[Already going for pizza though, because he's grabby and rude.]

Mi casa su casa.

[I mean, he is, but don't call him out on it. Dorian exhales with a louder than necessary groan, rushing past Taako so he can unceremoniously drop the tomes on the table. There's a question of what those words are, but he's too exhausted to ask it.]

I don't suppose you have anything quality to drink, before we crack on with this? And... why does it smell like lavender?

Dunno, some shit Magnus is doing. Not a fan?

[Snapping his fingers, the smell of the room turns into fresh snickerdoodles instead. What the fuck. Stuffing his face with pizza while he wanders off to go peruse his drinking options, not bothering with decorum and just talking with his mouth full. Deal with it.]

You want, uh, wine, beer, Capri Sun?

[What the fuck. Dorian blinks, lifting his head to look around for the source, decided it's pointless, then just heaving a sigh and rolling over the side of the couch. He'll be useful again in like five minutes, his footsies hurt.]

Whatever Capri Sun is. It sounds exotic. You room with that big oaf?

[Dropping a Capri Sun on Dorian despite his dramatics, but he'll have to piece it with the little straw himself. Where did he even get these. Best not to question it too deeply. Sitting down in a chair, crossing his legs and drinking his hawaiian punch happily.]

Uh, yeah. Suppose so. We were roomies before the whole apocalypse thing too, so, made sense. Besides, he's [uh, Taako's dumb best friend?] useful to have around. Makes a mean chair. [Yeesh.]

[Dorian furrows his brows, sitting up to tend to the very fascinating task of pushing this straw through the little plastic wrapping. What is this... Is this and pizza high dining?]

I had a similar... companion. He lived in a barn and carved wood griffons, but he didn't have the... what is it... Rustic hospitality? At least Magnus bathes.

[And then, tragedy strikes. He doesn't know what to do with himself. He's crestfallen.] Oh.

He bathes sometimes.

[Yes this is Five Star dining, the highest class of eating known to humanoid kind. Absolutely cracking up when Dorian fails to properly skewer his fruit punch, feeling incredibly smug about it. Why. What is the point.]

There's a technique, requires a careful hand, my man. [Mage hand floats over and fixes it for him, but he's left with the hole of Shame in the back. So sorry.]

Yes, well, do forgive me. It is my first time.

[He tries not to sound so bitter over something so trivial, but if anyone could sound like they're passive aggressive sipping from a pouch, Dorian's managed it. After the rush of fruity goodness, he leans forward to pull out a hefty crystal from his supplies.]

I'd say this is sufficient for a few memories, here and there... How long is the period you're looking for, exactly?

[ Neat. Leaning over to poke at the crystal, scientifically. A bit like a bird that’s seen something shiny.]

About a century, give or take? Obviously I’ll have some editing to do, privacy concerns, you know the drill.

[ Though he’s actually sorta realizing that Dorian is also gonna be privy to some of these, just because he’s like. Uh. here. ]

. . . Might actually have to get you hooked up with an NDA. Gotta protect the brand and all.

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[Dorian blanches, looking at the crystal, then Taako, then the crystal, then:]

Remind me to ask for your skin care routine, yes? [Right. Give him a minute of sipping his Capri Sun to de-stress.] I know ancient elves, but they still have frown lines.

If I knew we were going through an entire century, I'd have brought more than one 'za. I'm not going to go around telling anyone, but you... you are going to have to choose the moments you find most important. That can be your job- make a list we can play through, and we'll go from there.

Ancient? Excuse me? I'm barely 150. That's at the young end of what we call, uh, y'know. Prime time.

[Obviously extremely offended, feeling his face for any evidence of frown lines, but also going for some of the notes he has laying around.]

I have some stuff already picked out, anyway. A highlight reel. The zingers. Stuff that's relevant to Magnus anyway. [Not that the notes are much use to Dorian - they most say stuff like Bear Wrestling and dying from Shrooms while eating werther's originals.] There's just things he, uh. Doesn't need. My stuff. That's all.

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Oh, so, you're old, but not old enough to be wise. That makes perfect sense!

[He initially gives a cursory glance as he opens one of the tomes, does a double-take, then leans to start reading through each note with furrowed brows.]

So you're saying... you both spent a century together. Magnus, a rather adorable human oaf who's in no way elderly. And what-- you spent some of it on the beach?

[ Whatever Dorian, he doesn't have to respond because he realizes that you're wrestling with your human mortality and Taako will show up to your funeral in his finest velvet gown. He doesn't have to be petty about it. Sucking the last of his juice out of the capri sun in a manner that's maybe meant to indicate that Dorian should maybe consider just how good Taako's gonna look in that black floor length velvet in, what? just a few short human decades?]

Century, uh. Plus. It's a long story. Approximately 69 episodes, maybe a few extras? Obviously I'll monetize it one day, but, gotta get around to it, y'know how it is.

[He's stalling at this point, because. Yeah. He does have to explain a little he guesses to actually get help here.]

Yes, there was a beach. I did tell you I invited surfing. [Did he?] We were, uh, on a mission. Trying to stop this universe eating bullshit - don't ask me if it's the Storm or not, I haven't got that figured out, but same modus operandis. Showing up, eating a world, lights out baby. We called it the Hunger. Apparently dramatic naming conventions are in vogue, or something. Point is, we were able to stay just ahead of it, on our little ship, but every year we'd run and blast out way into a new universe and reset. Even if we'd died. Just pop right back in exactly the same. Never aging, same century old haircut, same goal for a hundred years and a hundred different worlds and a hundred different apocalypses. Until it wasn't. At some point, we had our memories jacked up - I've got them back, and Magnus hasn't and that's really all you need to know. Like I said, it was a long story and I feel like you haven't unlocked all of it yet.

[Shrugging, like he's joking, but he's kind of not. If Dorian wants details, he'll have to press, that's all that Taako seems to really be offering.]

Just feels like he should get to know some of it at least. It got stolen from him too, and I don't want any shit about how Taako has never done anything nice for anyone.

[His finest velvet gown? Even in death, it seems Dorian will find a way to be flattered by the effort people are going through to stick it to him. He sips his capri sun in turn, shooting Taako a look that definitely reads that he took it as a compliment, but it isn't long before his expression shifts back to one of fascination.

And then it isn't long before an ounce of regret slips through. As much as he believes his comments are only made in jest, to provoke a reaction and have a laugh about it later, he knows part of him had assumed Taako hadn't done much in the life he had prior to arriving here. As it turns out, he's probably done more than Dorian ever could.

He wonders about a great many things, like if anything meant to bounce back actually stuck, but he keeps his mouth shut about those and chooses to focus on what matters. With a deep breath, obviously still processing it with his comparatively small-minded mind, he starts up again.]

I cannot... imagine what that must have felt like. [A beat. Well, it's only natural that he talk about himself, because it's still Dorian. But it isn't out of his narcissism - not this time.] I went through time once, saw a future where the world was... lights out. To see so many worlds that aren't your own, to see them fall, I... you...

Are you... certain you want Magnus to experience that again, Taako?

[Taako crosses, then uncrosses, then crosses his arms again, clearly struggling to put words to something . . . ugh. Emotional? He doesn’t like feeling this way - feeling anything other than typical blasé Taako at all - and especially in front of Dorian, who doesn’t know him like that.]

Yes. I’m not holding a crossbow to his head. He can choose to use these or not. That’s kind of the point, my man. Not my responsibility to pick and choose who gets to remember what.

[There’s a little venom in there, but it isn’t really directed at Dorian. He’s clearly somewhere else right now. It sounds a little selfish, not wanting to be responsible for the weight of it, but he’s not gonna deny that. It is selfish. He doesn’t want to be alone with the knowledge, the only one who remembers, the only one who might see something useful in them or recognize some hint that might save them. He feels like a shitty hypocrite keeping them to himself.]

Besides, it’ll be a back up for me too. Already had them stolen once, I’m not going to lose them again.

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