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[tongueamok]

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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[text]

[tongueamok]

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You are mistaken about the two of us, and I, for one, do not appreciate the implication you're making.

[text]

[dedikated]

There's nothing going on?

( Dude, her and Sam didn't look that cosy when he was here. She's pretty sure, anyway. )

[text]

[tongueamok]

We are roommates, Kate. And friends. Anything you are seeing beyond that is poor perception on your part.

[text]

[dedikated]

Alright. I get it. ( She doesn't necessarily believe you, Carlisle, but okay. )

How's being roommates going, anyway?

[text]

[tongueamok]

As well as can be expected, given what the false gods put us through on a regular basis.

[text]

[dedikated]

( haaaa, you're telling her. )

Something happen?

[text]

[tongueamok]

A man with my face attacked me, then decided he'd try to ruin my good standing with Glacius.

[So yes, in short.]

[text] 1/2

[dedikated]

Well. Shit.

[text]

[dedikated]

( And a minute later: )

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. )

[text]

[tongueamok]

Is the clinic still in some semblance of order?

[Very compassionate there, Carlisle.]

[text]

[dedikated]

Said they tried. Not that they got to do any of it.

[tongueamok]

Ah. Good.

[For reasons.]

1/???

[dedikated]

( Is that really all you have to say, Carlisle? Really? Maybe she's a little too drunk when she texts, even though Faith's revived again. She should, by all accounts, be happy. Be relieved. Be anything but continuing to wallow in the failure that is her own inability to protect the person she cares about most, yet again. Do anything but continue to think about that dark side of her and how easily it came back, how simple it was to snap.

So maybe, maybe she sends things she probably should keep under lock and key. )

That all you have to say about that?

[dedikated]

Weren't thinking of asking how we were, were you?

[dedikated]

You know Faith died?

[dedikated]

( It's strange, how a little alcohol and years of everything building up, months - nearly a year, in fact - of everything this place throws at you, can do to you, enough to fill the rivers until the banks burst and it's all too easy to keep going. )

Watched her die.
Again.

done

[dedikated]

Feels like this always happens.
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. :(

[tongueamok]

[There's a pause before he replies, as though he actually stopped to think about all this.]

Oh.

[... Though putting it into words is hard.]

[tongueamok]

[He is going to try to do better than that one-word answer, though.]

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.

[dedikated]

( There's no answer for a long time.

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

[tongueamok]

[Given how she hadn't answered, he'd assumed he'd offended her terribly and that that'd been the end of the conversation. He's a little surprised at the response the next day.

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

[dedikated]

( Thank god. )

I'll come to yours. Say... 10 minutes?

Truth.

[tongueamok]

That will be fine. Glacius is not home, if you were hoping for privacy.

> action

[dedikated]

( She doesn't bother to answer that text, and in 10 minutes, there's a knock at the door, Kate stood outside, downing a bottle of water as she waits to be let in.

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. )

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle can tell as he opens the door and gets a look at her; given what she said happened, he is not surprised. He's not exactly in fantastic shape himself, his fatigue evident in the absolute colorlessness of his skin, the dark circles around his own eyes, the constant furrow of his brow. Even the sweater he's wearing is wrinkled, a surefire sign he is not at his best.

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.]