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Uh oh. Max is plotting something again.

Or at least that's what the blueprints and assorted sheafs of paper scattered around her would suggest. She's biting her lower lip, a nervous habit. Every few moments she glances up. She might be looking for someone, or just keeping an eye on things. It's anyone's guess, really.

She's definitely up for distraction.

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He pauses in his studying, shuts that book, grabs another one.

"No, then you'd need a locater spell, to find the other piece."

She mutters something that might be a string of curses.

"Which could be anywhere in the multiverse, I'd imagine."

Another glance at the books. "Where did all those come from, anyway?"

"More then likely, still in the same place as her previous owner was..."

He gestures upwards.

"There is a mystic library upstairs that I seem to have a key to."

She twitches slightly at the word 'owner', eyes narrowing.

"Wherever that was. Didn't exactly seem to obey the normal laws of time and space."

It is the truth, sadly.

"How'd you get there in the first place?"

That doesn't make her like it any more.

"I'm not entirely sure of the how of it. Didn't really care, as long as we weren't ripped apart in the process, and were able to get back."

"Great."

He mutters.

"Well, we could always just have her open the front door, and see what happens."

"...The place was destroyed behind us. As in, it looked like a nuke was going off as we were on our way out. I don't think there's anything left there. Not that'd sustain human life."

"Well, gee, ain;t that happy."

He's not angry at her, just at the situation. Another book is lifted, consulted.

"Ah. This is interesting. apparently, a powerful enough Psychic could rebuild what was removed using what remains, sort of like filling in the cracks."

She draws away a little, back pressing against the wall of the booth. One arm looks around her drawn up knee.

"That might have potential..."

A pause.

"You know a really gifted psychic?"

Max nods once. "Mmmhmm. There's only one problem."

"Which is?"

He seems better having heard this.

"Only one I know was also one of Gaunt's - the girl's old master's - guests. There might be others here, but I haven't encountered them."

A slight twitch.

"Aha. That... could be a problem."

"Considering he used the girl to keep his victims from dying so he could continue torturing them?" She smiles mirthlessly. "Yeah. There might be a few issues."

His head touches the tbale. Not in submission, but in thought.

"I might be able to cobble up the same thing,w ith magic."

She tilts her head to one side, eyeing him curiously. "Wouldn't that be risky?"

"No riskier then anything else would be. It's alla risk."

And he hates the risk, as much as he loves the thrill.

She adores both, on some level.

As long as the risk is only to her.

"How much risk?"

"I could fry my brain, helping her."

No harm there, right? Already dead.

Depends on who you ask. Max would be inclined to disagree.

"We'll find another way."

"If you insist."

He's very giving of himself.

"I do." It's quiet, determined. "It's not worth the risk."

"All right."

He rubs his temple.

"Fuck nuggets."