Carlisle Longinmouth (
tongueamok) wrote2015-04-03 08:13 pm
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Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep] |
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Something happen?
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[So yes, in short.]
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Mine helped Faith's burn down two temples. Tried for the clinic as well.
( Which is far better than what it could have done to her friends, but still. )
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[Very compassionate there, Carlisle.]
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[For reasons.]
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So maybe, maybe she sends things she probably should keep under lock and key. )
That all you have to say about that?
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Watched her die.
Again.
done
Sick of being unable to protect the people I actually give a damn about.
( She'd be sorry about blowing up your phone, Carlisle, but she's not. )
Bless, Kate. :(
Oh.
[... Though putting it into words is hard.]
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I apologize, Kate. I did not mean to seem uncaring. I've been consumed with my own concerns, and it would behoove me to remember my place.
[As clergy, as a twice-cursed, as a failure at being any kind of a friend -- maybe all three.]
lemme fix dat real quick.
Actually, there's no answer until the next day, when she wakes up on the clinic rooftop with a stotting headache. And-
Well, okay, that wasn't her proudest moment. Even if it's true, all of it, it's still... She should know better than to dump on people. She so rarely does. Only after too much, and too much to drink. )
Wanna meet up?
( She should work, but not like this. )
Feelings are haaaaaaard
And against his better judgment:]
Talking in person would be easier than trying to do so through this device.
that explains why they're friends so aptly
I'll come to yours. Say... 10 minutes?
Truth.
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Look, she learned some manners, okay? Or maybe she just wanted to sober up, because those bags under her eyes and her half-undone hair, clearly left in overnight, aren't exactly the picture of someone who's doing well in the aftermath of everything. )
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But who is, in these times? He steps aside to let her in. Despite his weariness, he remembered his manners, as well -- there's a teapot on the coffee table, as well as two cups.]
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(She's still a little bitter about the dreams, even all those months later). )
Hey.
( She doesn't say anything else until she's in the flat, sat down, staring at the cup with her elbows digging into the thighs and fingers threaded together. )
... Thanks.
( It's awkwardly said, but it's said, and that's far more than she'd have done or managed months ago. )
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[And having some level of concern for her and Faith. Listening to Kate unload her emotional baggage on him. Having helped her in the past. Making her tea. There are a lot of reasons she could be thanking him.
On the subject of tea, he pours some into each cup, sliding one toward her, while placing the other on a piece of paper before him -- there's a glyph drawn on it. That one is for him.]
I take it things are as well as can be expected at the house.
[You know, the place he doesn't live anymore.]
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( And for all of that other stuff, too. But the tea, in this moment and time. )
Quiet. ( Faith's a mess, trying to make things better, to make up for her double, crying, spending time out. Kate just drinks until she can stop focusing on the things that happened, on what her double brought to the surface, on watching Faith die. Drinks herself into dreamless sleep that allow her some sort of rest. )
I should have saved her.
( Things that need to come out? That, for one. )
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Perhaps, but whether you should and whether you could are often two very different things, and at times, we are only allowed one.
[He would know all about that. There are so many times he's considered the world would be better off without him, that he should rid this existence of his presence. But could he?
Well... he's still here, for better and for worse.]
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