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forgedindreamsSetting/Location: The town of Lere'unfru, outside one of the candy shops.
Date & Time: Day 23, early afternoon.
Warnings: n/a
Summary: Adult Arthur and tiny baby Eames meet up.
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the sky above us shoots to kill )
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Though he didn't have much by ways for explanation for the entire situation. He lifted his gaze to turn an eye on their surroundings, squinting against the glare of the sun and bringing a hand up to shade his eyes. He spotted what looked to be a saloon across the street, and gestured towards it with a nod. "Let's get out of the heat."
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He could barely keep a smile from slipping, as he looked up at Arthur.
"Mister Arthur," Eames pronounced, rolling the syllables around, layering his accents into a cross of British and Swahili. No, he really couldn't stop himself from smiling if he tried. "And you're not even wearing a waistcoat. Color me surprised ( ... )
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And then, almost as an aside, a by-the-way, Mal's here.
Eames barely managed to keep his brow from arching up. No, scratch that, he didn't manage.
"A kick that didn't work and a shade that should no longer exist," he repeated, in paraphrase, running a finger along his lower lip. Eames watched the condensation on his own glass thicken then clear up, little beads of water slipping down the sides until the space where the glass and table met had little puddles. The implications of everything Arthur's just said felt the same way; a cold trickling down the ridged surfaces of his mind. "Far be it from me to suggest it, Arthur, but have you considered that you might be having residual effects from whatever kick you implemented?"
Maybe you've gone a little off the deep end, Eames didn't say. He didn't have to say it - Arthur would have picked up on it, if he was worth his salt ( ... )
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"Before I did, yes," Eames answered, not bothering to pretend that he's a more than a little irritated now. "You even smiled, I think."
Like that's the worst that could happen.
"What rules are there?" If he was going to be stuck here, with half-delusions and a tangible sense of being utterly lost, Eames can afford to play by Arthur's word - never mind that his word barely makes any sense, if at all. This was almost definitely a dream, but the almost is cracking into a lot of the hard-lined rules that they work by, and Eames is losing his patience with the place ( ... )
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"You were trying to see if you could get any information out of the people here, but you disappeared before we could collaborate intel on it." With Eames' disappearance had come Mal.
"I've been testing the limitations of the dream. We can't do much of anything here, and the people populating the environment don't operate like your usual set of projections
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"I'm not seeing any alternatives other than to wait to see if anything else occurs," he said - though that answer didn't satisfy even himself. "It'd be pertinent to find out how we got here, first, before we can find a way to exit - considering the usual ways aren't working." He didn't exactly want to attempt shooting himself again - and he doubted the man with the weapons would let him use them after the first incident. "We need to know exactly what it is we're actually dealing with. If this is limbo."
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