27. To run out: phrasal verb: To become used up; be exhausted

[wizzard_plz]

Oh hah, hah, hah.

Rinse. Wind.

Yes, I get it.

Very funny.

But I'm freezing. Every time the wind dries me off, I get doused again.

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[faeriewhocanlie.livejournal.com]

Now that is what we
call irony; you'll need lots
of towels and luck

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

I have all the luck I can stand, thank you very much.

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

Pardon me... Do I know you? You look so familiar.

And is this your house...?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

This is my house. I'm not sure I...

Right.

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

Terribly sorry to have intruded, sir. I'm sure you'll receive an official apology from the Assassin's Guild.

I'll be leaving, then.

Now, which one is the front..

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Er... It's not Ankh-Morpork out there.

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

Ah, that's your broom closet, is it?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

What? No. It's the City, it's just not our city. Your city. Er... It's not Ankh-Morpork.

And no, I didn't do it!

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

I'm not entirely sure I understand. I was skulking walking up Market Street... not ten minutes ago.

Although that would account for this very strange feeling I'm having, as though I should be taking you by your collar and demanding you explain yourself.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[opens his mouth to explain when a deluge of water appears from nowhere and soaks him thoroughly]

Bugger.

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

[leaps back like a cat, and catches himself an inch from knocking over a table--reaches back to right a wobbling vase]

I suppose you didn't do that either?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Why would I?

[snatches at his hat as a strong gust of wind swirls around him, blowing droplets of water everywhere]

Why?

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

I've no idea, but you strike me as very much less than a sane man. This is magic, isn't it.

[fusses at hair, twitching a little at the unexpected shower]

...You'll ruin that carpet.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Not my magic.

[still clinging to his hat, his dignity long forgotten]

I might as well tell you that I'm not much of a wizard.

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

[Walks towards him cautiously, and then gives him the benefit of a raised eyebrow, and a slow smile; observes]

I'm not sure why, but I believe you.

Well, so long as we're here, we may as well make the best of it. I'll make a cup of tea and find you some covers for the furniture.

I'm Havelock, by the way.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[He can't help but feel vaguely insulted that Vetinari believes it so easily. Even if it is true.]

I know.

I'm sure you'll like the tea better if you make it anyway. I should just go outside and spare the furniture.

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

You know?

[pause, having not perfected the ability to mask expressions, looking faintly puzzled]

Might I have your name?

[moves to the doorway, peering in to ascertain the whereabouts of the kitchen]

I wouldn't go outside. Who knows what would happen to you, based on this? You could wake up in Klatch.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[it would be a lie to say that Rincewind didn't enjoy a bite of satisfaction at Vetinari's surprise, immediately tempered by the knowledge that the man would be back to himself far too soon and would remember]

My name's Rincewind and I'd be happy to wake up in Klatch. At least I can find Klatch on a map.

[stylish-bastard.livejournal.com]

[Looks back at him]

If there's a way in, there has to be a way out as well. Don't tell me you've given up trying?