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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 6:03 pm
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In the aftermath of All-Seeing, it turned out that there were a handful of people that he needed to talk to. Though most statements had been taken, Jeremiah was taking a few himself (especially when it came to those that were magical) mostly because they were also the same people who were involved in other ashdown.
What he had not expected, out of that fight, was that he was going to run into a fetch. ... or that Temperance herself would have been going through the process that saw one become a noble. Still- it had been the fetch that had been there to help, not the young woman herself. Perhaps that meant that it was not, necessarily, meaning to do things as some of the other fetches had done (even his own).
He was waiting at the hospital commissary for Temperance, at the hospital, a hand lifted in greeting when he saw her. Jeremiah stood up from where he was sitting, his tea set down. "I appreciate you taking time from your schedule to speak with me, Miss Clark."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 8:22 am
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"Hello Chief Mercer. And it's no problem; I'm on light duty anyway." Temperance smiled wryly, indicating her sling. Six to eight weeks for a broken collarbone to heal. Luckily, for her, it would be less and she'd be able to ditch the sling soon. Ribs took six weeks, too, for normal people, but those at least didn't restrict her limbs, even if it hurt like a b***h.
Setting down her heavily sugared and creamed coffee, she pulled out the chair and sat. "What can I help you with?" She was a little nervous talking to him, but she always was nervous around the police, wasn't she. Temperance turned her styrofoam cup around and took a sip.
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