After handling two conversations that had been difficult for completely different reasons, Castiel had to admit that he felt weary. It was not a sensation that was new to him; between Izaya showing far too much interest in his kind and Ruby simply being who she was, some peace and quiet was what he craved
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Time to work on Plan B. A.k.a. post-death-and-resurrection strategizing. Not that either of them had had to die. Or even fight. He could eat his lunch after they talked, if he still had an appetite.
"Hey. Long time no see. You and Scott come up with a plan, or were you just shooting the breeze?"
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Harvey figured that Sangamon's strength was his brains rather than his brawn, though, so maybe he wouldn't be such a bad conversation partner. He paused when the man mentioned Scott, feeling strangely violated by the realization that Sangamon had noticed. But in the end he realized it didn't matter.
"We talked about last night, mainly," he replied with a shrug. "But I think whether we do anything tonight depends on how Jones is feeling." Harvey didn't know if he'd be healed enough yet, so he wasn't going to plan on anything. "Haven't heard from him yet today, but he should be fine." He'd been with him the whole night and he knew that Jones hadn't been in any real danger. Maybe he was just getting some extra rest; he probably needed it.
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"You see anything last night? All I saw was a pissed off teenager, a kinky alien, and a lot of monster guts." He hadn't even seen Javert's team, unless some of that blood was theirs.
He found a chair and sat down on it, backwards. "What the fuck was that, anyway?"
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When given the option, she turned towards quiet. A library and books gave softness, silence, and she was willing to accept it. She needed more answers but she lacked the questions. At the least she could just allow her mind to take in that fact. Three days. She supposed she had lost worse, in the end.
[Byrne]
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As he began considering whether he should actually get a book to read or just sit in a chair quietly, however, he caught sight of someone in the library that took him by complete surprise. Someone familiar. Someone...who wasn't supposed to be here anymore, if a certain bulletin board conversation was to be believed.
ReiByrne's eyes widened slightly. Really? It was Rei? She hadn't been 'released' after all? He didn't know whether to feel relieved or sickened at the discovery, honestly. It really depended on what 'being released' actually meant, and ( ... )
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Her brief sanctuary of mind was broken by her name being called. There was a brief moment of vertigo, of questioning (Rei. Rei Ayanami. That is who I am.) and then her mind placed the speaker as an adult male. Few here knew her name, less fit that category. In that, then.... Her eyes opened to the man's face, red eyes almost wary. She had not forgotten how he had lacked the power to believe what she had tried to say. "Byrne Faraday."
Was it really her? A strange query. "...It's me."
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Again, he wasn't sure whether it was good or bad that she was back, so he settled with saying he was surprised rather than saying relieved or disappointed. He also wasn't sure how she felt about him after...god, that's right, after that one lunch together. Where she claimed she had read his mind, and he'd been a complete jerk to her for it. He'd felt regretful when he learned she'd been released, that he hadn't tried to contact her sooner to be able to apologize before she'd left. Well, now that she was here, apologies could finally be made. That was good, at least.
But only after she explained why and how she was back, as that was an even bigger concern right now. "I'm glad to see you're alright, in any case. What happened?" There was heavy concern in his voice; his parental instincts were quickly taking
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A few more minutes passed in silence while he finished off the report. Once it was done, he set his pen down and read it through, searching for any spots that might be unclear or inaccurate. There were none.
"When you're done, I have something to share with you," he said, nodding down to the note. "My hope is to pass this information on to as many people as I can. I saw something of importance last night." With any luck, Kratos would be able to copy the words down rather than taking the whole note with him. Castiel would rather hold onto the original for the ease of being able to pass ( ... )
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How familiar. It pleased her somewhat, the similarities. Of mindsets, Tear was likely the closest Renamon would find to someone much like her own. She approached the other, stopping at the edge of the table to bow her head in greeting. "Tear. I wanted to thank you for the other night."
Among other things, but that would do to start.
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She's thanking me? Wouldn't it be more appropriate for Tear to offer gratitude? Mildly confused, she gestured to the adjacent seat, a silent invitation for the other to join her if wanted. "May I ask what for?" she asked, emotions obvious. "If anything, I probably need to thank you again for the weapon."
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Because Renamon was uncomfortable with being helped by others. And more to the point-- She remembered too well the price of certain healings. "To that," she went on, without allowing an interruption. "I've come with an offer. Two, actually." The Digimon looked at the girl steadily. "I can get to Doyleton at night, as I've told you. I know where there's a doctor's office, and I wanted to know if you would want supplies."
She inclined her head slightly. "That would be my repayment to you. The other is an offer of exploration. I'm planning to go to the basement with a group soon, and we could use a medic on hand who's a competent individual. From what I know you're intelligent, and you fit that. Would you be interested?"
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Not that he didn't like the younger man's company, but he'd really suffered enough food-related embarrassment for one day.
Thankfully, the library was free of Shinsengumi captains, so there wasn't any issue with him slipping in, snagging the poetry book he'd been looking at the previous day off the shelf, and then settling in at an empty table with his food.
[For Niikura]
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This was how things always went, even back home. If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else. So instead of barking some angry retort, he just sighed and gave the individual a mildly disgruntled look.
"No, you most definitely weren't. Be more careful."
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He leaned over and peered at the other man's book, completely disregarding any concept of personal space. "Poetry, huh? Cool." Not really, but he didn't want to accidentally insult someone's taste in literature--well, he took that back. Some poetry was alright. Most of it didn't make any sense, and required too much thinking to change that.
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