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Post by Mitchell Carr on Jul 31, 2021 9:05:50 GMT -8
It was late into the evening, and surprisingly not a text. The Dancer sounded tired.
"Hey! Sorry to bother you, um," he paused to clear his throat, or cough, "I'm trying to get organized for tomorrow?"
There was another pause as he checked something, likely on the screen. "Have we hung out in the past...three days...?" He was surprised at the number.
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Post by Oren on Aug 10, 2021 1:38:06 GMT -8
"Hi! Yeah totally uh....", his tongue clicked behind his teeth several times, "Not since Litha, if that's what you mean."
"Is everything alright?"
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Aug 10, 2021 6:18:14 GMT -8
"Not technically?" the Dancer admitted, pausing on the non-answer. "Everything seems fine, just some- like, I haven't seemed off?"
Mitch stared into the void for a moment, realizing he never has actually asked people for shit out of nowhere before, and now found himself locking up. "I think I'm getting sick. If I ghost for a while, that'll probably be why."
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Post by Oren on Aug 10, 2021 6:29:34 GMT -8
Oh.
Now, he understood. "You were Somewhere Else, Mitchell. The whole oathbreaker thing. Two of you in the same room. Lucas. It was all rather messy and you tried to find your rhythm in all that noise. You summoned a weapon. Hell, I did too."
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Aug 10, 2021 7:11:06 GMT -8
"Sorry, are you talking about that thing with Whitney?"
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Post by Oren on Aug 14, 2021 15:52:15 GMT -8
"No. You were doing a little more bleeding over there..."
He realized then that he must have misspoke. Misremembering things in the haze of a midsummer clarion.
"I'm talking about Litha. Eurydice's spear. But it's all the same, Mitch. You reacted."
"Does that...bother you?"
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Aug 14, 2021 19:36:02 GMT -8
"No issues with recall there," he admitted, sounding a little relieved. He tried not to internalize the comment about being 'somewhere else'—over the phone he couldn't tell if Oren's word choice was a complaint about him acting different. The reminder that he did indeed have a moment and plant a nightmare for the Oathbreaker to find a solution triggered a long pause.
At the question of the whole thing bothering him?
"Well, the intent was to stop anyone from using it. Riley wasn't hurt. I was... just- helping?" He coughed, clearing his voice starting to waver. "I do that sort of thing- the vanishing- when I need to separate someone from hurting others or themselves. Happens sometimes."
"A-anyway. I wasn't looking to... Thanks for clarifying. Wait, I'm being an idiot- you did summon a weapon. Are you okay?"
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Post by Oren on Aug 16, 2021 13:39:29 GMT -8
"I mean, yeah. Part of protecting the Freehold...is protecting people from themselves. Some people are good at doing that from the inside. I covered my bases on the out."
Woah, where did that come from? Mr. Political. "Nothing I haven't done before."
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Aug 16, 2021 15:36:11 GMT -8
"It was a slap fight. I don't know why people felt the need to arm themselves... That's what I'm getting at. We have a million ways of solving fights without hurting people."
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Post by Oren on Aug 16, 2021 16:00:42 GMT -8
"It was my first time dealing with an...oathbreaker situation. I didn't know if the Wyrd was going to vomit or tickle my toes. A million ways to solve it without fighting, sure. But it's more than just Vegas socialites bickering over slot machines. It's opera."
"And people tend to break glasses."
Oren's sat, somewhere. He wheeled his legs over the length and the arm of a couch. He rested his phone on his chest.
"I mean, we can fuck with time as much as we want. But hindsight is the only thing that lets you say what you just said."
"Grief. Anger. Love. These are all reasons for war. We can't all be masters of our feelings. Even if we should, at least, try."
And then, he laughed. "I sound like I know what I'm talking about. But I don't think I'm making any sense."
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Aug 16, 2021 17:14:21 GMT -8
"It's not opera," Mitch chuckled, sounding nervous. "Or- it doesn't have to be? There's a lot of death in opera."
He listened to Oren muse on the issue, the occasional sniffle muffled as the phone is put aside and swapped to speaker. "I don't know. Sounds like you were just unsure with what Riley was going to do and preparing for the worst?" he offered.
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Post by Oren on Aug 17, 2021 3:55:13 GMT -8
"Yeah. That sounds about right."
"Mitch...when was the last time we just talked? Like this."
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Post by Mitchell Carr on Aug 17, 2021 22:46:06 GMT -8
His jaw grit with a mix of guilt he didn't have room for, and defensiveness against everyone.
"I've been pretty busy. Sometimes I don't even notice the week's gone," he laughed sharply.
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Post by Oren on Sept 1, 2021 3:48:19 GMT -8
"Time's funny like that. What they don't tell you is that it flies whether you're having fun or not."
Oren's phone rang. Zelda.
"Shit. It's my agent. I gotta go, love."
He motioned to switch callers, but stopped halfway.
"We should have tea sometime. It always helps me relax. Text me if you need anything."
He would hear closing words and hang up soon after.
Click.
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