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"Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value. - ALBERT EINSTEIN"Wait a minute," Magnus' client responded, meaty palms rubbing together with a sudden bout of anxiety. "I thought this was a guarantee. That your spell would make those thugs forget about me completely.""Well there's really only a fifty percent chance that this will be successful," Magnus finally admitted, avoiding the man's gaze as he concentrated on the crackling energy growing between his hands."Fifty percent"? What?! You never mentioned that!" the man protested, cheeks growing red, and hands balling into fists."Of course I didn't. That's why I take my cash in advance," the warlock said serenely. Not surprisingly this only seemed to make the man more flustered. "Look," Magnus continued, in that same unconcerned tone, "if you'd like to take your business elsewhere, you'll learn you quite simply "can't". Because search all you'd like, but there's no other warlock in the New York City area who could secure you even a "one "percent chance of success." His head tilted to the side a moment as he considered, eerie blue shadows dancing across his features. "Actually, make that the entire western hemisphere.""This is unacceptable!" the man roared, and Magnus managed to convey his growing impatience with the client's attitude through the tiniest shift of his jaw to the right. "If you'd prefer, I can "not "try the spell, and those Jakrean demons can just track you down and break your legs. And that's just the way they warmup for the warmup."There was grumbling still issuing from the corner of the man's now compressed lips but it was much less distracting now. Magnus smirked to himself. He really didn't give a damn if the spell did what it was supposed to or not, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. Good press would land him more paying clients, after all. And like he'd said, there was a good solid fifty percent chance that he "could" successfully erase the memories of those involved from this distance. And if not, well, this man had gotten himself into that mess, making deals with demons. A little leg breaking and a curse or two might help build him some of that character he was so obviously lacking. Either way, Magnus Bane got paid.There were definite benefits to possessing valuable magical skills that no one else in the Downworlder world had - whether those skills were actually reliable or not.But, really, 'reliable' wasn't exactly a word that was often coupled with warlocks in the first place. Especially not this one."Better luck next time," Magnus said glibly as the spell sizzled out in his hands. He flipped the coin he'd been using to focus on back towards his client, who caught it against his chest and stared after the magus as he sauntered straight out the door.As he predicted, his now adjusted fifty "two "percent failure rate didn't really put a dent in the number of calls he received.
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