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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 8:47 am
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Alexis is doing -- better. As a rule, they guess. They're not doing great, but they're never doing great, and even though Nasir looked so hurt he's let them hide in their room for a few days until they felt -- better. Able to talk with people and unwind themself from their blankets and avoid the urge to chew their nails (too dangerous to ******** stim, them's the breaks) and to - and to go into work. They took a couple of days off, because they knew - they wouldn't have been able to - it wouldn't have worked. Not the way they were.
So they wear long sleeves and keep their hair down unless they have to, and layers upon layers, but today it feels like something's clicked. Like something makes sense, clear as day in their mind, some crystalline fracture going right down the center and splitting open some Atlantisian vault they didn't know they even held.
It's half past noon and it's a little rainy, just a bit, and they haven't left the house but -- it seems like the right time, maybe.
A pause of a few minutes passes before the next text.
to: Mercer any chance u can get me to the othrwrld and back 2day? wanna try st but not sure if dangerous youre like crazy durable right
azuredreams title is from fine, great by modern baseball, i was going to call it 'When all I wanna do is worry about everyone but me' but that was too long. curse you gaia character limits backdated to maybe a week after okay, ophelia???
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 5:41 pm
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Jeremiah has been nothing but work and motion, constantly searching or reading and never not busy. His phone buzzes and he pauses for a moment, to pull it from his pocket and let out a breath.
Quote: to: tucker just meet me at my house. i can move freely between places. and, last i checked, beyond crazy durable.
Which is why Jeremiah is sitting on his porch, Hellbine curled in his lap and getting all the pets that he could stand, waiting for Alexis not too long after he sent his text.
Daekie it is a good title, tho >3 curse gaia limits
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 8:24 am
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Alexis isn't calm - not calm, never calm, not unless their mind is somewhere far away and barely tethered to their body - but there's a cocky slant to their brows. It's a little reminiscent of the first time: a kid who saw something powerful and terrifying and decided to fight it, for better or for worse, because nothing said they couldn't and in that singular moment nothing stopped them (until Pax did and Jeremiah did, but that's not here or there, that's nowhere in particular).
There's what looks like a tiny skull braided into their hair, like a tiny mirror of their Court attire. No ribbons, no vicious eyeliner, no silver bracelet around their ankle: only the responsibilities they want, here, the ones they're ready for.
"...Haven't really talked to Zac the last couple of weeks," they admit, absentmindedly tugging at their sleeves. "'Cause I haven't been up to much. How much of it did you tell him? So when I see him again, I know what's already covered."
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 11:00 pm
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Jeremiah just watches instead. It's what he's good at and it's why his eyes are no longer quite so human and why they catch the oddities more while missing the normal things. His shoulders roll and he lets out a breath, a near sardonic huff of laughter.
"There's a Principal unaccounted for, Pax is likely dying and there's little to be done, I've got to find a document to ensure we can recreate the Court to be something less toxic, there's something that is tearing up bits of other ashdown as it pleases, and I've got to run a police department. So," he says slowly, head tilting to look at Alexis, "busy."
Never not busy. Yet he was not buckling under it. If anything, he flourished under the pressure.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 10:48 am
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"Good luck with that," Alexis shrugs, pulling their hands down from their neck and into their pockets. Their tone is ambivalent. "Dunno who any of the Principals are. I just know 's not me." There's a little bit of bitterness, of course, because so much of what magic has done is hurt them and -- it didn't even want them enough to let them die for it, eventually -- it would have been a noble death, that way. It might have had meaning. But it'll never happen, and there's no use lamenting the past when the future is such an unknown, ugly thing.
"You thought about asking the Fetches who they used to be? 'Fore they became Fetches? That kinda info might help, if they're not..." shrug, shrug - "iunno. Constrained by bullshit magic guide laws or something. If some of them are from older cycles, they might know more. Mine's been teachin' me how to whittle."
It's an attempt at conversation, nothing more, nothing less. The silence unnerves them, when they're with Jeremiah.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 11:11 pm
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"In most cases, there seem to be things that prevent them from talking too much. Their own lives, their personal history? Yes, but details of the previous eighteen cycles? Those seem to be lost but even, when she was alive, Heliodora seemed equally constrained by some force." Jeremiah's posture shifts as he talks and he is, once more, the Noble of the Court.
His fingers twitch at his side before he stretches them out and glances towards Alexis.
"Besides, I think I've an idea about someone who might have an idea. If not them, I've no idea who else. The other options are not ones I wish to pursue at the moment."
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2017 2:12 pm
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"Still. I feel like they could tell us a lot." From behind, it's hard to tell Alexis' expression; their voice is neutral, not colored one way or the other on the subject. "Wick won't talk about it, but I think that's 'cause he doesn't want to, not 'cause he can't; 'n I'm not gonna force him. 's rude."
Considering they wanted to not-really-metaphorically take the old guard of Nobles by the neck and force them to agree to rewriting the laws of the Court -- it's a bit hypocritical, maybe.
The sand would feel nice between their toes, if their toes were open to the sky; and as their eyes lock onto the sea, it starts to curl up the sand towards them, glittering trails of water snaking up the beachfront, like dogs coming to greet their master.
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