[Accidental video]
[Camera flicks on as Harry's moves past. The feed show's a room, comfortable, neat and lit by candles and Harry setting down a mug on a table when it comes. That rush of silence and Harry straightens as if he could feel it coming. He raises his hands by instinct but cries out in pain when it hits. The candles flare into pillars of flame that vanish
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[ He knows that face. He'd been here how many days and he hadn't known that the wizard was here?
Regardless, the other doesn't have a chance to answer him, and Altaïr watches on the video feed as the other crumples. ]
Harry!
[ He grips the cellphone, but is already on the move. ]
Harry, if you can, answer me. [ He grits his teeth, and wonders where to even start looking to find the other. ]
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Alatir? That you man? I didn't... Check back logs. Roadhouse. Directions. I live above it.
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[ Look, Harry. He was getting better at using the tablets back in the Underworld but this phone thing was a horse of a totally different colour, and the flat look he's giving you says that he has no idea how to do what your asking.
Regardless, it doesn't matter. He'll figure out how to do it. ]
I will find you. Are you all right? [ A foolish question, he knows. At least the other is conscious. ]
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Fine. Nose bleeding, head hurts. Where were you, man? [Harry's tone is concerned, less so for himself and more for his friend. You've been worrying him!]
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[ A pause, and he struggled to find an explanation. He'd been avoiding those who knew him, it was true. And in some ways, shameful. He had been acting childishly; trying to avoid the problems he'd had that he'd simply carried with him from the Underworld- and now there were even more being added to them. ]
-exploring the city.
[ A lame excuse, and a deflecting one, at that. ]
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