Appointments/Voicemail post!

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[thelittlemacthatcould]

[The answer is met with a sharp lurch of his stomach like he’s placing his foot onto something expecting support to be there, only for his foot to fall through. Of course there’s a part of him that’s squirming and looking for any way it can to weasel its way out of being put through an emotional wringer. But he needs to do this. He's been agonizing over her absence -- and like all things he commits himself to he has to see it through to the end.

Maybe it won't be as bad as he expects. The possibility offers some cold comfort]

Look, I... I need t'talk t'you about what happened. [His throat tightens on him, making it that much harder to swallow.] Thing is, I don' 'member much about what went down... so I was hopin' you could fill me in. A bunch a' cultists had broken through the door an' were comin' at us... an' then, the next thing I know, I'm outside an' feelin' like I was hit by a truck. I wanted t'find you, honest... but Steve had t'take me to some healers an' I couldn't go lookin' for you no more.

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O-Oh...

[So he doesn't remember, either. Her shoulders slump a little as she lets out a quiet sigh. She had been hoping he could give her some answers; hearing that he was hoping to get the same from her is...just a tiny bit disheartening for more reasons than one.]

Um, actually, I can't really remember much either. The last thing I remember is hiding under that desk and...and then I remember hearing the cultists busting in, but...well, after that my memory gets all fuzzy.

[Actuall, there's more than that. She remembers feeling scared. She remembers blood and screaming, but she can't quite remember whose. She remembers feeling trapped. However, the specifics escape her. It's a frightening blur of vague sounds and images...but she figures that at the moment, it's nothing that helps either of them.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Oh.

[It's really not the answer he was expecting -- but he doesn't know what he had expected other than to be emotionally gutted. At least in that there'd have been some sense of closure, he thinks. But neither he nor her are any closer to unraveling the mystery and maybe these moments they've shared are lost forever in the past. That's a whole other thing to have to come to terms with.]

Well... I'm jus' glad you're back with us now.

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Y-Yeah. I'm glad to be back, too!

[She wants to feel better. She wants to make him feel better. So, she does her best to smile and sound positive, even if she's not really feeling it. She's quiet for a moment, briefly glancing off to the side before looking back to him.]

I...I'm sure I'll remember something soon. We'll figure it out eventually. Y-you know?

[She's trying to convince herself as much as she's trying to convince him.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[He's never been the brightest kid, but he knows what this is and what she's trying to. And it's all he can do to nod and try to make himself believe, as he has so many times before, in the smallest hope.]

Yeah. [He smiles distractedly, faintly.] Sure.

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[She's not sure what she can say and starts to feel a little awkward. They were both hoping to answers from the other only to find that no answers were to be had; she can't imagine he feels any better about it than she does.

Maybe it would be better to talk about something else. After all, if neither of them can remember, it probably doesn't help to dwell on it.]

Um...H-Hey, so, how are your arms? They were pretty torn up before, right?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[He blinks distractedly, flicking a glance to his arm -- both of which have healed without scarring.]

Yeah -- between you patchin' 'em up an' me gettin' healed up with some magic, they're good as new. [He tests them, tendons and muscle rippling under his skin as his hands curl into fists.] I was able to get right back into trainin', pretty much. [A weak chuckle escapes him.] ...Don' know what I'd do if I couldn't.

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[She smiles a little and lets out a quiet sigh.]

That's good. I'm still not great at like, the whole first aid thing, so I was a little worried... [Especially after those cultists burst in on them.] Oh! Um, while I was...gone...did I miss anything?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Not much, I don' think. But I ain't really been payin' close attention these days.

[Beyond reaching out to a small handful of people in the draft's wake, he has been keeping his use of the journal to a minimum in favour of distracting himself in more effective ways until he's more willing to talk. He knows he has to force himself, though, or he'll be stuck in a rut for longer than he realizes.]

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O-Oh. Well, i-it's good to know that I didn't miss anything.

[There's a brief pause. After facing what they did in Zompania, suddenly being back in the relative peace of Luceti almost feels a little strange. Plus, there's still something else she wants to say.]

Also. Um...thanks. For what you did back in Zompania.

[She may have died, but...Mac still risked his life against those cultists while telling her to hide. She's not sure how many people would have done that.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[It takes him a while to understand what she means, but when he connects the dots and does - with an 'oh', blinking back at her - he softly shakes his head.]

Don' mention it. I had t'do somethin'... I had t'try stoppin' 'em, and I know you'd a' done the same thing. Besides, you'd already helped me out an' other people were gonna need you to patch 'em up.

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[Actually, she's not sure she would have done the same thing. She's not sure she would have been able to if she wanted to. It makes her feel kin of guilty thinking about it...]

W-Well, like I said, I really appreciate it. I guess the important thing is we're both okay now.

[Though, likely more okay in some ways than others.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Yeah... [He swallows against a lump rising into his throat, willing a faint smile.] ...We're okay.

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[Pilouette can tell how hard he's trying to smile. It's something she's done too many times to count. She doesn't want to force him to talk to her if he's not feeling it, but she doesn't want to say anything directly...

Pilouette tries to smile a little, too.]

H...Hey, um, you sound a little tired. If you need to like, rest or whatever, we can talk some other time...you know?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Maybe I jus' need a little rest. I ain't been sleepin' too great lately. [Beyond that he doesn't mean to elaborate at the moment. But it's telling enough.]

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[She can't imagine anyone could be sleeping too well after Zompania.]

Well, try to get some rest, then. Maybe I should get some rest, too, while I get my head together or...whatever.