Ivory
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Post by Ivory on Jul 18, 2021 18:56:56 GMT -8
The situation was an interesting one. Riley Sorsa was at once an Oathbreaker and a motley mate to a Lost whom Ivory rarely got along with, but they were still a friend and they had suffered the death of someone close to them. Maintaining appearances and keeping her distance had its uses, but Ivory was unwilling for the bridge between her and the Moth to be lit aflame. Thus, the Pale Dragon could not stay silent, not privately at least. So it was that Riley's phone buzzed. [12:15] Hello, Riley. It's been some time. |
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Riley Sorsa
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jul 20, 2021 9:16:26 GMT -8
[12:25] Hey, Lobg time.
A noticeable typo.
[12:25] Wht up?
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Ivory
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Post by Ivory on Jul 23, 2021 21:18:02 GMT -8
[12:30] Are you available for a phone call? I'd prefer it.
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Riley Sorsa
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Jul 27, 2021 7:48:54 GMT -8
[12:31] Sure. I m not busy.
Riley waits for the phone to ring. Letting it ring twice before answering the call.
“Howdy” they sound tired, and there is a slowness to their speech.
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Ivory
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Post by Ivory on Aug 1, 2021 9:54:19 GMT -8
"Hello, Riley," she responded, her voice even and stoic, "Thank you for agreeing to the phone call. I'll keep this brief."
"In light of your recent... troubles, I'll admit that part of me had no wish to call. I think you understand why," she continued, "However, know that I wouldn't be speaking with you if I felt it would be hopeless."
A simple statement, but one that belied Ivory's trust that Sorsa could fix their shit.
"To put it plainly, I am calling to give you a warning," she said, "The Arrow is very upset with you and it would be very unwise for you to meet anyone within their number privately. Do you understand?"
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Riley Sorsa
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 1, 2021 18:37:17 GMT -8
The distinctive pop of the cork of a wine bottle was pulled open, followed by the sound pouring drink.
"Abrigale" Came Riley voice of the line. A bit louder than needed on the phone.
As Ivory spoke, they were mostly silent followed by a few acknowledging grunts.. Once the warning was given the Moth responds in turn.
"Thanks, appreciate the heads up. Really do." Their words were slow, like someone who had one too many trying to not sound like they were tipsy, to seem more presentable.
"Yeah, I seen what they do. One to the foot, one to the hand. And given me? Might be more. Don't you worry. Laying low. "
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Ivory
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Post by Ivory on Aug 1, 2021 20:28:46 GMT -8
Ivory rolled her eyes at the sound of wine being poured.
"When you're done having fun? Maybe speak to Hartman," Ivory said, "He should be helping you..."
There was a pause and a sigh.
"Just..." she began, the frustration clear in her tone as she tried to think of how she was going to get through to the drunken Darkling, "Fix your shit, Riley. Okay?"
The distrustful nature the Moth birthed from their oathbreaking mixed with Ivory's own frustrations on wanting to communicate to produce the blunt, near pleading statement. Given Riley's state, Ivory couldn't find more elegant words.
With her warning given and Riley seemingly not in a space to discuss things in more detail, Ivory simply brought the phone away from her ear, unceremoniously ending the call without a farewell.
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Riley Sorsa
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Post by Riley Sorsa on Aug 1, 2021 21:00:53 GMT -8
They were not able to form much of a response before the frustration from Ivory ended the call abruptly.
" Just easing the-" The phone clicked. Ivory was gone.
"Thanks Ives" Riley sighed, placing the cell phone face down. Glancing at the untouched filled wine glass, the Moth pushed it away before moving to the door of their apartment.
"I am trying"
They linger there for a moment, leaning their ear against it before checking the peephole. Then, seeing the coast was clear, the Bright one stepped back from the door.
Had it been Ivory on the phone? Had she been alone? Riley couldn't tell they weren't the only skin changer in the freehold. They had to be cautious.
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