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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 6:10 pm
The pod room is unusually quiet, even the thrum of runic tech has been silenced and the hush of it feels sacred. She looks blue and pale in the light, and worried (as usual) and painfully fond (as usual.) Clarice holds her hand out to help Harrison out of his pod, asking almost shyly, "You okay, sweetie?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 11:34 pm
All the usual stupid groggy pod feelings were there. He was minus his land-legs, needing the hand that was offered as he took a first shaky step onto the floor.
"Y-you're...I thought you got killed," he said, and that was painfully obvious. But her hand didn't feel dead.
He'd been through so many realities at this point it was hard to tell. The guy with the butterfly dream had it ******** easy. He'd been a king for a few months, a god for maybe a thousand years, and that had been tough enough to shake off. Was he dreaming now? Or had he just woken up?
Had he ever gotten out of that coma? How far back did it stretch? Had anything been real? And a more specific, painful thought. Had Rep?
"What happened?" He asked, and he wished he could trust her, but trust for him always came in handfuls that were few and far between.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 1:13 pm
"I did," Clarice sighed wryly. "But you know death is never quite...reliable for us. Especially now." She stayed close enough to catch him should he stumble. "I just wanted to see you again and there's something else..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 1:40 pm
"Yeah," he said, a little more at ease once she'd acknowledged it. Sure, people died. Sure, weird s**t happened after. He took the support, but after stood on his own, coming to grips with where they were- maybe not too important. He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Guess I don't have to call you m'am anymore."
Whatever job or authority she'd had, and wherever she was now, she was no longer on the payroll.
Still, he'd always looked up to Clarice. If there were any heroes, she was one of them. Even if she'd almost ******** things up for the planet earth at the end, it had mostly been just out of wanting to bring people back. He'd been out of it when he'd witnessed her death. At the time, he hadn't understood why anyone had dissipated the shop teacher, and why she hadn't turned up in the infirmary after.
Once he'd gotten some sense, he had time to grieve.
"It's been rough without you. Killer's doing good. Dorms haven't taken any more big hits since the fog phoenix thing. Everybody missed having you around. H was going a little crazy for a while. You see Julie any? Or Killzone? Wherever you're at."
He'd talked to Julie, or something like Julie, back at the Haunted House.
"What do you need?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 2:43 pm
Expression dropping a bit, shifting into a bitter sort of sorrow, Clarice shook her head. "It's lonely, where he keeps me." Reaching out she gripped his shoulders, jaw going tight an determined, "There's something in the basement. A room that corrupts the vulnerable, tries to break them. You saw what it's done to William, to Jordan."
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