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circumspector) wrote2015-08-05 09:58 pm
circumspector) wrote2015-08-05 09:58 pm
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Here's my private channel number: 690.50.010.66 in case you need to get a hold of me for whatever reason.
Let me know if you ever stop by Vandare in the future.
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> thanks for all the help
> I probably won't be able to go to Vandare for awhile, but as soon as I do, I will let you know.
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Sorry, I just wanted to stop by for a proper introduction. My name is Simon, I spoke with you under a different handle earlier. Do you remember?
I like that bit of text art.
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> Oh right, 5555?
> Nice to meet you Simon. Promise I'm just Angel.
> Thank you! I thought it was nice.
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<jkelly> backdated to before the street to nowhere event!
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She can't pretend Jack didn't already want to rip his throat, or choke him with his watch chain, or leave his guts as wall hangings or something and probably all three at once if he could get away with it. And Kelly -- he wasn't a vault hunter, didn't know what he was getting into. This was such a stupid, stupid everything. This could go so wrong and --
-- and she was over thinking everything again. Deep breath and she sets herself up in bed. Don't panic, it's not like she didn't know Jack could all but smell fear even before he was a ember skinned demon. Panicking wouldn't get anything done, there was nothing wrong with just talking to him, was there? Starts and stops a dozen messages with her fingers flicking quick over keys before she stops and picks the simplest ones. ]
> Hi.
> Is this Jack Kelly?
> :)
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> Do I make myself clear?
[Purposefully sending this as a private message because he knows she's looking at the network.]
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> everyone else swears
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just making sure everything's okay. i was over at sanctuary like a week ago but couldn't get a chance to see you. might have suggested to Nisha that they should give you some more time off.
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> Oh did you get your gun off Nisha?
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good news, he said i could come by later to drop of your books. let me know when you're back at sanctuary.
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But with what Kelly has said as well. She's on edge. This was -- worse than what she was expecting. She isn't even slightly thinking about herself. Especially because she knows, knows the way Jack kept her in line, and it was never to punish her, herself. ]
I'm fine. What did he do? Are you okay?
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<jkelly> backdated to sept 4th!
and he broke my rib
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It's curt, when she's usually not. ]
> Tell me everything that happened.
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changes log » overflow (august)
» jojo ( toiu )
[ She is as careful with it as she can be, in the sense that it comes easy. He might have toppled them both before, but now she can move him like he's nothing. Lets him turn, try and settle himself as she keeps the brush of her fingers as light as she could. ]
I can take you to somewhere, if you like.
[ Bavan isn't far, and he'd helped her, he made her laugh before, that seems ample enough reason to help him now. She'd do it anyway, really. ]
It is, isn't it? [ There's a pleased look, as the light ebbs off of her. Glowing faintly still. ] You can tell everyone you met a strange girl and she carried you around like you were nothing. [ laughing even as she said it, with her fingers to his temple, trying to gauge how his temperate was shifting. ]
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» elizabeth ( escapedbird )
[ There's only a little bit further, and it's not much, it is only where she, Jack and Nisha had lived for that brief while before he told her that they were moving. Navigating up the stairs, she's sure it will be empty. Ruined as it had been, and how Nisha had just killed the previous tenants. Besides, the feeling was there, that felt as her siren abilities had, that it would be fine.
It's a back alley door, for the most part, looks like nothing in particular as she leads Elizabeth up a set of stairs to a set of apartments. Lets go of Elizabeth's hand then, to try the handle then, and when it doesn't quite give, swelled with heat or damp, maybe, but with her strength now, when she presses in with her shoulder and shoves, it creaks free and she stumbles inside with the rest of the motion. ]
This is us. Come on in.
[ It's deserted. A thin layer of dust and the smell of stale air over abandoned furniture. Nothing fancy or exciting, but it's removed and quiet. Somewhere private. ] Get comfortably, I'll get you something for your headache.
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>itsss jojo
>have you seenn caessr nywherde
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> I'll run a sweep of the network, see if he's come up anywhere
> And I'll ask around Sanctuary, maybe one of the citizen here has seen or heard something.
> has something happened?
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you have not contacted me or marco or any of the others as far as i have checked? don't want to intrude if something personal happened but this isn't very usual for you?
did something bad occur?
where are you?
are you coming back?
backdated to november 6th: <jaded>
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backdated to early january; into the woods
Angel? Hey, Angel! It's Beatrice. [Is it suspicious that she's just out here, looking for her? How do people open conversations when they're out looking for friends.] I figured out how to make a new face on the computer and nobody else appreciates it!
[It's... well, she tried.]
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Still then, it's slow, cautious, sticks her head out from behind a tree, before the rest of her appears. As stealthy as nearly a meter of horns and glowing markings can be. ]
Found a new, quicker way of telling people you want them to go away?
[ Affectionately teasing, for the most part. Having time away from everyone, odd as it is, helps when she does talk to others again, she's found. Less overwhelmed by proximity when she has more choice in it. ]
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backdated to january 18th
She's fine. She isn't anywhere near the cities, folded away in the forest to herself. She wouldn't have been targeted by the magic, at least.
Not like he was.
She couldn't be boiling from the inside out, like he had been. Her skin couldn't have started to melt and smolder, revealing muscle and innards burnt to glowing underneath. Seizing and sightless eyes wouldn't begin to open on her skin. She wouldn't grow his excess of legs, all bestial and feline and stretching out from his hips. Their magic wasn't warping her face, broadening her profile, stretching her skin awkwardly over the contour of her face. Her jaw wasn't twisting her teeth into a misshapen storm of jagged edges in her mouth.
Joseph's pain, he assured himself, wasn't hers this time. Their magic couldn't touch her here.
Still, as he gallops through the air on his marbled wings, as the distant ground on his paws changes from he scorched and screaming fleshscape of Bavan to green earth, he's searching the ground for tire tracks. They couldn't touch her with their magic, certainly, but that wouldn't stop them from searching for those who didn't live in the cities. Angel's tower was well-hidden, but after what he's seen over a few days of concentrated rescue efforts, he'd be surprised if they didn't have some way of finding it.
He approaches the tower in its corner of the woods (undisturbed, thank god, but he's not letting his guard down yet,) camouflaged almost too effectively for the hot and bloody haze in his mind. Though his efforts in charging to the heart of whatever's happened to Bavan have been valiant and concentrated since the attacks first began, he's tried to schedule himself strictly. When he'd begun his efforts, when he'd noticed the pained and periodic throb of his blood coursing his body and connected it to the fog, he'd tried to assure that he pulled out and left Bavan for regular breaks away from the contaminated and filthy air of the city.
It shows that he's been letting himself slip.
Joseph has to stand himself on his weakening legs by the cobbled-together wall of Angel's tower, walking up by his burnt paws, trying not to return the shuddering gaze of the dark eye that had split on his left wrist since he looked last. He heaves himself on his hind legs, folds his green wings close to his shoulders, and he slaps his paw against the door's pane.
He hears the skin of his paw split as it collides, and pain needles through his hand.
He retreats, twisted mouth pulling into a snarl as he cradles his paw. He doesn't wait long before assuring that he's been heard; he sucks in a lungful of air through his warped mouth of teeth, feels his throat shift before he realizes that he's done it, and pushes out a powerful and bestial roar. ]
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Not that it really helps the worry, there's nothing but to wait, to pick her time, see what happens. See what found her, maybe. Deal with it then.
Which she's half on alert for that end, for anyone that might come calling that needs her help. Or worse maybe. Soon she'd need to eat again, with Jack's death however, devouring that man in a haze, she's much more in control of her hunger. Her carefully cultivated control she put time in giving off the image of. Keeps it now too, when she hears the knock, moving to answer it, before she hears the roar, and she's taking the stairs down in leaps, wrenching open the door to see how it is with a growing pit in her stomach.
Not at all calmed by what she finds, black eyes wide, calm, calm, calm, she needs to be calm right now because - because - ] Joseph? What's happened?
[ He looked awful for want of a better word. ]
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