peterverse | lung, meet rewind

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She gets the note just before lunch. She's in the PHQ in less than twenty minutes, then she knocks on Piggot's door politely.

"Finagling is fine, it's what my power runs on, it's just, stuff that works even badly on its own is easier to make work than literal magic."

"Fair enough."

"Which leaves only the Siberian and Jack himself to deal with. And it still makes no sense that Jack can manage to survive."

"Yeah. It might be something I cut through like butter but it might not."

"I wonder if I can convince Piggot or Armsmaster to give me access to the classified info on the Nine..."

"Good luck," she snorts. "Better luck in five and a half months, probably."

"In five and a half months they'll already have attacked wherever they'll attack after I Siberian an Endbringer's butt."

"Yeah, there's that. Go through Armsmaster," she recommends. "Make it all very dry and strategic."

"Yeah, probably best way. He might still be irritated with me for not having told him about being able to Siberian stuff in the first place..."

"Maybe, yeah. Still not as bad as Piggot directly."

"Probably not," he agrees.

She stretches and starts putting her clothes on.

"Awwww, is my birthday over already?"

"Were you not done?" she asks, pausing. "We were lying around talking about the Slaughterhouse Nine, I didn't think that was a nude activity."

"Refractory period. Boy-me has one of those."

"So you're not done and I should not wear a shirt."

"Unless you want to, enthusiastic consent and all that."

She snorts and reverses course on the shirt.

Eeeeee! Round two! Birthdays are great.