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[ Well, this day was going to come sooner or later. Maybe. He just... didn't actually think he'd be around for when it did.
So many people have left him behind here. Against their will, sure, much like all of this is, but. He still thinks of it as that: being left behind. Marcos being the latest and, honestly, he hadn't even really felt anything when he found the other mutant had disappeared some week-ish ago. He's just... tired. Of losing people.
He's there in their house that they've had for almost two years now, sitting there on the couch and just looking around as he rolls a ball of fire in his palm. There's only about a day and a half until they're all to be sent back to their worlds and he doesn't know how he feels about it. This is probably the closest he's ever been to having anything resembling a home and to lose that now... well, it sucks.
When Caliban arrives, he flicks his gaze over to the demon, lounging there on the couch with that ball of flame still rolling around in the palm of his hand; Caliban has a shitty bunch of Nothing to go back to. ]
Hey.
So many people have left him behind here. Against their will, sure, much like all of this is, but. He still thinks of it as that: being left behind. Marcos being the latest and, honestly, he hadn't even really felt anything when he found the other mutant had disappeared some week-ish ago. He's just... tired. Of losing people.
He's there in their house that they've had for almost two years now, sitting there on the couch and just looking around as he rolls a ball of fire in his palm. There's only about a day and a half until they're all to be sent back to their worlds and he doesn't know how he feels about it. This is probably the closest he's ever been to having anything resembling a home and to lose that now... well, it sucks.
When Caliban arrives, he flicks his gaze over to the demon, lounging there on the couch with that ball of flame still rolling around in the palm of his hand; Caliban has a shitty bunch of Nothing to go back to. ]
Hey.
[ Caliban was mostly just full of rage, the sort that happened when one felt powerless which was something the demon hated to feel- and yet he felt like there was nothing he could truly do to prevent this city from ripping him away from John. Or even preventing his death or his insanity, at the very least.
Caliban had told everyone in the Grey Room to either go home or to drink the bar dry with their sorrows since even that didn't exactly matter at present.
Besides he did at the very least know of something he wished to do before his time in this city ended. Well, besides killing a few guards and making sure the city was well aware of his displeasure at the situation. It doesn't take long before he's back at the home and strolling back into the living room- his eyes flicking down along the sight of John with that flame teasing along the palm of his hand. ]
Hello.
[ Caliban said simply as he moved towards the couch where the mutant lay- before a hand reached down to brush along the other's jawline as he towered over him.]
If I ask you to do something, even if you know what the future holds at present. Would you still say yes?
Caliban had told everyone in the Grey Room to either go home or to drink the bar dry with their sorrows since even that didn't exactly matter at present.
Besides he did at the very least know of something he wished to do before his time in this city ended. Well, besides killing a few guards and making sure the city was well aware of his displeasure at the situation. It doesn't take long before he's back at the home and strolling back into the living room- his eyes flicking down along the sight of John with that flame teasing along the palm of his hand. ]
Hello.
[ Caliban said simply as he moved towards the couch where the mutant lay- before a hand reached down to brush along the other's jawline as he towered over him.]
If I ask you to do something, even if you know what the future holds at present. Would you still say yes?
party on
[It could not be more obvious that Quentin made this thing with some kind of online template. At least it's not animated.]
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[Temple forwards this message, even though it's pretty cringeworthy, because in Duplicity, with all its magic shit, it's entirely possible that the threats in this message aren't empty.]
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Hey Caliban, its Aki Hayakawa.
Dunno if you remember me? We spoke briefly over the network a little while back, about a job at the Grey Room.
I was wondering if the offer was still there?
Dunno if you remember me? We spoke briefly over the network a little while back, about a job at the Grey Room.
I was wondering if the offer was still there?
Good evening, Caliban. I have a magics-related question for you, for whenever you have a moment.
[ on christmas eve, a box wrapped in gold foil complete with a black bow is delivered to the grey room. inside is a mug, and a shirt (he damn well knows it's not caliban's style, so maybe you can shove it on him, rip it off his smarmy body sometime :') ), card accompanying,
Happy holiday, my liege. :)
Can't imagine you keep the infant Christ in Christmas, but I still wanted to get you something.
See you soon,
Eddie
Happy holiday, my liege. :)
Can't imagine you keep the infant Christ in Christmas, but I still wanted to get you something.
See you soon,
Eddie
[ A gift bag with two small, lidded mugs that holds a spiced hot cocoa mix, and a note tucked into the side in looping calligraphy, much more elegant than his usual texting style might make you think: enjoy with someone special! thanks for being so cool. happy holidays! <3, Artemis]
[ There is a medium-sized black box with crimson ribbon. Attached is a lighter red note with a single name to suggest where it's from: Nathaniel. Inside is a half-dozen chocolate cupcakes. No other context is included. ]
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