[She certainly hasn't heard anything about that -- she and her successor had managed to go back and forth for about four sentences before they were sniping at one another again, and useful information transfer had effectively ended.
Archivists, apparently, are like cats. They don't handle the company of their peers well.]
Well, it's-- [ was? he's waffling. he trusts him implicitly, but he hasn't seen the fix that jon has promised yet. ] A lot of the fears - their avatars, I guess - they've got domains. That's what we've been traveling through on our way to London. Surviving, mostly.
[ martin safe because he's an avatar himself, because he was shielded by jon. ]
[Martin is, after all, marked by the Eye. She'd be surprised if any Assistant failed to be bound closely enough to count as a minor avatar in their own right.]
[She'd be shocked if distance matters in a nightmare world -- at least, in any way other than as a participant in fears of being too far, too late, too high, too deep. Objectively, long walks would be... as long as they subjectively needed to be.]
[She's mildly impressed. He must have gotten hold of a powerful artifact to allow something like that; she certainly hadn't heard of it, but then, he hadn't been the sort to show all of his cards any more than she had. Not even when they were working together.]
God, I honestly don't even remember who you knew about anymore. Jared Hopworth? Simon Fairchild? I mean, Peter Lukas is dead, too, but that's mostly just a -- good riddance.
[ martin withdraws for a moment, and then speaks in a voice that's colder than anything. ]
The thing that took Sasha is gone, too. Jon killed it.
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Hey. Um. So. Did you hear Jon's inmate graduated?
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[She pauses, as well, then adds:]
Congratulations, I suppose?
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Are the entities back in their box, or was he asking for something more final?
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[ he exhales. ]
But I learned a lot while I was back home. I don't even know what we should be wishing for anymore.
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May I ask what you've learned?
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[ martin doesn't know why he's being so cagey. gertrude just unnerves him. ]
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[She frowns.]
They raised Agnes Montague there, as I recall. I've always wondered if that was how the Web got its hooks into her before it baited me.
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And what do you know about how the world was remade? I don't know if...
[ has he told them? ]
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[She certainly hasn't heard anything about that -- she and her successor had managed to go back and forth for about four sentences before they were sniping at one another again, and useful information transfer had effectively ended.
Archivists, apparently, are like cats. They don't handle the company of their peers well.]
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[ martin, you are being about as clear as mud. he takes a bracing breath. ]
Elias's apocalypse. What do you know about that?
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[The raised eyebrow is downright audible.]
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[ martin safe because he's an avatar himself, because he was shielded by jon. ]
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[Martin is, after all, marked by the Eye. She'd be surprised if any Assistant failed to be bound closely enough to count as a minor avatar in their own right.]
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Passed through. Didn't really see them. Bit antithetical to the Lonely. [ pointedly, as if he's not affected here. ]
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[A pause: but, well, she has a certain sympathy for those afflicted by the Lonely, and so she will unbend enough to add one brief comment.]
My apologies. So: the world was remade as a series of nightmares, each under the sway of a different mind. And?
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[ he doesn't know what he's trying to tell her anymore, but it aches in a relieving sort of way to spill this out to someone who understands. ]
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[She'd be shocked if distance matters in a nightmare world -- at least, in any way other than as a participant in fears of being too far, too late, too high, too deep. Objectively, long walks would be... as long as they subjectively needed to be.]
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We took the train up there.
[ how is he so painfully awkward. ]
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What, National Rail didn't survive the apocalypse?
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[She's mildly impressed. He must have gotten hold of a powerful artifact to allow something like that; she certainly hadn't heard of it, but then, he hadn't been the sort to show all of his cards any more than she had. Not even when they were working together.]
Any others I might know?
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[ martin withdraws for a moment, and then speaks in a voice that's colder than anything. ]
The thing that took Sasha is gone, too. Jon killed it.
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