14th Contract - [video/action]

[conesoldstober]

[Hey City! Did you feel like something was missing in your life? Perhaps were feeling the loss of a certain narcissistic magical Welshman?

Then pine no more, for as the camera flickers into life, it displays an extremely bedraggled Howl Jenkins sprawled across the pavement near the fountain. He, quite frankly, looks like a hot mess. His normally immaculate blond hair is frizzed around his head in a messy haystack, the much darker roots showing at his scalp. He's got dark bags under his eyes, and he's wearing and extremely torn and tattered black suit.

Howl sits up, clutching his head.]

Bloody hell!

[Followed by a few more choice swear words.]

Sophie! What have you gotten us into this time you bloody old woman!

[He attempts to stand up, but staggers, hand suddenly clutched over his heart. He swears a few more times, breathing heavily.]

And remind me to please explain to you that hearts go in the middle. This is going to take hours to put right.




[ooc: He's baaaaaaaaaack. Howl's been updated to directly after the end of the book. Hes extremely hungover and just defeated an evil witch so someone please bring him coffee and bacon. Especially if that coffee has kahlua in it.]

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video; YOU DON'T WAS A HANGOVER WITH ANOTHER HANGOVER IT'S NOT HOLLYWOOD HERE

[mrsnose]

[Why does she have an instinct over when her name is being shouted by someone incredibly insufferable? Oh, right - now she remembers. Because most of the time, her instinct isn't wrong!

And maybe she's been keeping an eye on the network every day, in blind and foolish hope, so of course she sees his entrance. Complete with - complaints about where she'd put the heart?]

I haven't gotten us into any mess - what do you mean this time? They're your messes!

SINCE WHEN

[conesoldstober]

We wouldn't have been in such a mess if you hadn't run directly into the trap laid out for you! I tried to stop you didn't I?

[He staggers a bit more and has to lean against a near by phone pole with another wince and clutch to his heart.]

SINCE I SAID SO

[mrsnose]

[She probably shouldn't be grinning, even if it ends in a flash - he remembers - but there's the problem. Sophie keeps doing things she shouldn't be doing. Like hurrying through the house to search for a coat so she can rush to him.]

I thought a poor woman was in danger! Granted, that poor woman wasn't so poor after all.

YOU ARE THE WORST WIFE

[conesoldstober]

The poor woman who tried to kill us both? Yes, not so poor after all.

[He's had to collapse on a bench, now. His heart is beating up a storm and he's still not used to it, even after all the time with his heart back in the City.]

AHA BUT I'M NOT YOUR WIFE

[mrsnose]

Yes - well - we took care of her, didn't we?

[Off she goes, off the door and scowling at the device in her hands as she walks. What a sight.] Or, you took care of her, mostly, and then I took care of - [The star. The demon. All that Calcifer could've been but wasn't.

She waves her hand, dismissing the continuation of that sentence.]

NOT YET

[conesoldstober]

-of some other things, yes.

[He's slumped in the bench now. He really does have a killer of a headache.]

Please tell me we have tea and bacon at home. And I hope you haven't thrown away all my spells, Mrs Nose. I need a long hot shower and to put this heart back in its rightful place as soon as we get home.

NO-ONE ASKED SO :T

[mrsnose]

We always have tea and bacon at home. And no, I haven't thrown out a single one, although the alcohol is gone. We didn't need it. [Because she said so.

She just walks, hurries, tries to hurry without running.]

I thought you'd left for good.

JUST WAIT

[conesoldstober]

Why on Earth would you do THAT?

[He huffs.]

Of course I wouldn't be gone for good. I wouldn't leave you here on your own, cariad.

[mrsnose]

[O-oh - oh, no. No, she thinks she must have her heart out of place, too. It's beating too fast.] Yes, that was -

[A brief smile.] Poor Pavel. I made him help me look for mice the whole day, in case you'd botched a spell.

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[candothat]

[Howl, you have made the mistake of being easy to find. That makes it much simpler for anyone who might have missed you to, say, sprint out to the fountain and stop just short of glomping you.]

Zamechatel'no! You came back! Chto--ay, what happened?

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[conesoldstober]

Hello, Pavel.

[Guess who's happy to see you in one piece? You get a friendly clap on the shoulder.]

Many, many things, Pavel. A great many of which I plan to spend today sleeping off.

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[candothat]

[Oh, Howl may not be so happy after a minute or so of Chekov being flaily and, overall, not entirely unlike a chatty hummingbird on speed.]

Nothing that requires immediate medical attention? Do you need help? What did you mean, about your heart?

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[conesoldstober]

Nothing I can't fix. Sophie just put it in off centre a little. I'll be able to move it back once we get home.

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[candothat]

Then how are you alive? Or is this something to do with magic that you can't possibly forget me to understand? Also, I believe you owe me a drink because you missed my birthday.

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[conesoldstober]

Bollocks! I'm home for five minutes and I miss your eighteenth? That's it, we're having a party. I don't care if you had a first one.

*expect even I can words

[candothat]

Five minutes? It was twelve days and I neglected to have a party because it was the day after you left and it seemed self-serving to plan one for myself, anyway.

[conesoldstober]

What? Your birthday is heaps more important than me!

[mortemscintilla]

Mr. Wizard.

[ You're back. Good. He needs more magic-goods. ]

...Um, I didn't know you weren't a natural blonde...

[conesoldstober]

[Oh no you didn't. He's very self-conscious about the hair. He normally isn't seen without an hour of prep.]

That is the desired effect, yes.

[mortemscintilla]

What's wrong with the original color?

[ He wouldn't dye his hair except as part of an assignment. Brunettes stand out less. Trufax. ]

[conesoldstober]

It's boring. Ditchwater. Besides, blonds have more fun, don't you know?

[mortemscintilla]

Honestly, I've never understood what hair-color had to do with fun.

[ Because you wouldn't know fun if it bit you, Li. ]

[conesoldstober]

Clearly you'd never tried.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Clearly. ]

I'd be dull as ever, even if my hair was blonde. Or red. Or purple.

[conesoldstober]

You have simply no imagination.