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Now you've got the idea. Hopefully we can plan for a time that isn't also while things are inevitably falling apart.
[He already has a doctor? ...Then what the hell does he need her for?
Not that life coaching is doctoring! Hell no. In fact, it's just as well. They can get right to the fun stuff.]
All right, well, tell Hawkeye that the pharmacies here have early Phenothiazines, and you two should look into it. Also tell him I said hi, and sorry about never coming back to the clinic. I was blissed out on that funny gas the first time.
I know it looks like a lot- but we'll take it step by step. Whatever you're comfortable with. Maybe throw in a makeover for good measure- not that you need one, buddy boy.
And *no*, I didn't TRY to sacrifice a goat. I was going to, and I changed my mind. So you think the Childlike Emperor would want him? Every kid should have a pet. It builds character.
Not that life coaching is doctoring! Hell no. In fact, it's just as well. They can get right to the fun stuff.]
All right, well, tell Hawkeye that the pharmacies here have early Phenothiazines, and you two should look into it. Also tell him I said hi, and sorry about never coming back to the clinic. I was blissed out on that funny gas the first time.
I know it looks like a lot- but we'll take it step by step. Whatever you're comfortable with. Maybe throw in a makeover for good measure- not that you need one, buddy boy.
And *no*, I didn't TRY to sacrifice a goat. I was going to, and I changed my mind. So you think the Childlike Emperor would want him? Every kid should have a pet. It builds character.
That's fair. That's incredibly fair. Marco only wishes he could quiet down the part of him that insists it isn't, that there's no good reason for this to happen.
"Okay." He clasps his hands together, squeezes and repeats: "Okay." He'll tell him either way... That, at least, makes a crack in Marco's mask, in the form of a lopsided smile. How very White Hat of Fiddleford.
After taking another moment to shut his eyes hard - because he can't shut his ears, and even if he could he knows it wouldn't help - he continues:
"And... In return," he starts, and it sounds like he very much intended to continue, but the pause lasts so long that it wouldn't be difficult to assume he changed his mind -
"In return, I won't warn him." He squeezes his hands together again, perhaps for lack of a better way to redirect what he's feeling. "I won't tell Elias."
"Okay." He clasps his hands together, squeezes and repeats: "Okay." He'll tell him either way... That, at least, makes a crack in Marco's mask, in the form of a lopsided smile. How very White Hat of Fiddleford.
After taking another moment to shut his eyes hard - because he can't shut his ears, and even if he could he knows it wouldn't help - he continues:
"And... In return," he starts, and it sounds like he very much intended to continue, but the pause lasts so long that it wouldn't be difficult to assume he changed his mind -
"In return, I won't warn him." He squeezes his hands together again, perhaps for lack of a better way to redirect what he's feeling. "I won't tell Elias."
[Maybe Marco's current doctor has opinions on the gods that Marco doesn't like to hear. MAYBE.
Oh, she... she doesn't stop, does she? Marco very much appreciates the help, but she doesn't stop. Not that it's... bad? Just disorienting, especially when you have to focus to read most things as it is.]
Are you talking about Elias.
Oh, she... she doesn't stop, does she? Marco very much appreciates the help, but she doesn't stop. Not that it's... bad? Just disorienting, especially when you have to focus to read most things as it is.]
Are you talking about Elias.
"Thank you."
He doesn't know how much of a difference it would make. Who knows how aware Elias is of his own coding. But any advantage is one he'll take and be grateful for.
He reaches out and, after a moment, puts one of his hands over Marco's and squeezes.
"I don't know if this is right. I can't ever totally trust myself with this sort of thing. I'm not goin' to pretend I'm sure. And I think that means maybe I've given it some real thought, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't be so worried. Does that make sense?"
He doesn't know how much of a difference it would make. Who knows how aware Elias is of his own coding. But any advantage is one he'll take and be grateful for.
He reaches out and, after a moment, puts one of his hands over Marco's and squeezes.
"I don't know if this is right. I can't ever totally trust myself with this sort of thing. I'm not goin' to pretend I'm sure. And I think that means maybe I've given it some real thought, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't be so worried. Does that make sense?"
Marco lets out a shaky breath at Fiddleford's touch. It's grounding, as usual, and therefore appreciated.
"I know that. You wouldn't do something like this without thinking." His smile evens out, although it still betrays his exhaustion. "I trust you. I trust you."
But he's reassuring Fiddleford just as much as he's reminding himself. Does that count for something, making an effort to stamp down his awful, persistent paranoia? He wants to think it does, but he can't allow himself to.
"I know that. You wouldn't do something like this without thinking." His smile evens out, although it still betrays his exhaustion. "I trust you. I trust you."
But he's reassuring Fiddleford just as much as he's reminding himself. Does that count for something, making an effort to stamp down his awful, persistent paranoia? He wants to think it does, but he can't allow himself to.
[Not ever stopping is pretty much Harley's mantra. Especially when it's talking.]
Course I'm talking about Elias! But it's- I don't know, it's weird using him name. Not like Voldemort or anything- I just don't like using people's real names much. They're a subconscious trigger in the brain that's instilled in you pretty much from birth, and it's not fair to twig that on the regular.
Also I'm *really* good at nicknames.
I'm looking for an introduction to the kid, is what I'm saying. Also for a way to get rid of this goat.
Course I'm talking about Elias! But it's- I don't know, it's weird using him name. Not like Voldemort or anything- I just don't like using people's real names much. They're a subconscious trigger in the brain that's instilled in you pretty much from birth, and it's not fair to twig that on the regular.
Also I'm *really* good at nicknames.
I'm looking for an introduction to the kid, is what I'm saying. Also for a way to get rid of this goat.
that's why sometimes you just gotta go with the flow, let it happen.... and make plans again when the tide's not as strong.
it's tradition
and anyway i don't want ryslig to suddenly think it needs to follow through on this
and anyway i don't want ryslig to suddenly think it needs to follow through on this
In that case, don't trouble yourself with it. I can ask him.
I mean sure, if you want?
Oh honey, no it's not like a sinister thing! It's just that- well, when someone calls your name, you look their way, don't you? Even if they weren't talking to you. You know your name, you know it means *you,* and hearing someone say it is about as personal as it can get. I could go into a whole thing about cognitive linguistics and this guy named Lakoff, but it would probably bore you.
I mean sure, if you want?
Oh honey, no it's not like a sinister thing! It's just that- well, when someone calls your name, you look their way, don't you? Even if they weren't talking to you. You know your name, you know it means *you,* and hearing someone say it is about as personal as it can get. I could go into a whole thing about cognitive linguistics and this guy named Lakoff, but it would probably bore you.
The first thing Fiddleford does is find Marco. Well, no, the first thing he does is make sure Obi-Wan is okay, but after that he finds Marco. He promised. He intends to follow through.
Just like last time he hangs in the doorway for a few seconds before approaching. Unlike last time his expression is less clouded and more just... shocked.
"It... it worked."
He didn't think it would. There was a part of him that was so sure. It didn't go exactly right, no. He doesn't even know yet the extent to which it didn't go exactly right. The important thing is that they did what they meant to do. It worked.
Just like last time he hangs in the doorway for a few seconds before approaching. Unlike last time his expression is less clouded and more just... shocked.
"It... it worked."
He didn't think it would. There was a part of him that was so sure. It didn't go exactly right, no. He doesn't even know yet the extent to which it didn't go exactly right. The important thing is that they did what they meant to do. It worked.
He's been fearing this day. Every day, since the new group arrived wrong, he's thought that whatever Fiddleford did was either already underway or already done. Even after seeing Elias with his own eyes, he couldn't quite get the thought off his mind, because his thoughts have a way of doing that.
Hearing this now would be comforting, if Marco's dread didn't feel so heavy.
He gets up and closes the distance, his hands hovering near Fiddleford's arms.
"Tell me what happened."
Hearing this now would be comforting, if Marco's dread didn't feel so heavy.
He gets up and closes the distance, his hands hovering near Fiddleford's arms.
"Tell me what happened."
Hey, Marco. You, ah, still having trouble? I have something I need to tell ya.
[After an exchange on the network, there's only one person that Harley thinks of.]
Hey Marco Barko, you home? Some folks and I were talking about the weird tech stuff that's been going on... have you talked to Elias lately?
Hey Marco Barko, you home? Some folks and I were talking about the weird tech stuff that's been going on... have you talked to Elias lately?
I turned in my card. I'm not a Fourth follower any more, so I can't visit the arcade... I'm just worried about Elias.
[ Even if they hadn't talked much, it wasn't like the guy had ever done Majima wrong. And now, he had no real way of talking to him.
Not exactly the best timing here, but of all the Fourth followers he knew, Majima figured Marco deserved to know. ]
Have ya heard anything? Are you and he ok?
[ Even if they hadn't talked much, it wasn't like the guy had ever done Majima wrong. And now, he had no real way of talking to him.
Not exactly the best timing here, but of all the Fourth followers he knew, Majima figured Marco deserved to know. ]
Have ya heard anything? Are you and he ok?
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