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[milkbonesoldier]

[OOM: Artemis' priestesses aren't exactly known for being the most pleasant women in the world, but under the right circumstances, they can lend a hand, even to men.

And after a long walk and a long boat ride, Wells finally does what he should've done in the first place.]

The door opens on fire and shadow. The man who steps through is still

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[nitro_is_ace]

Blink.

Blinkblink.

There's an Ace with a mug of coffee and a stunned expression.

Blink.

Does this mean she can stop looking now, or has she finally gone 'round the twist and started hallucinating people?

Loud hallucination though.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells could go on swearing for a really long while, since blasphemy is just as good as ordinary profanity in terms of shocking your average ancient Greek peasant and there's plenty of blasphemy to go around, but the smell of someone he hasn't picked up on in months drifts across his nostrils instead. The stream of invective cuts off abruptly and he looks around for the source.

"Ace?"

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace feels like she ought to have been taking notes. Anything said that loudly with so much emphasis must be really interesting once translated.
"... Wells? Please don't be a hallucination. Even if that means my search an' rescue stats are down t'a depressin' nil."

[milkbonesoldier]

There's a very good chance Wells will be willing to repeat it later.

"I'd fucking well better not be a hallucination, I've just spent eight fucking months banging around ancient fucking Greece and pissing off gods and locals when I could've got a ticket home any time if I'd just yelled for fucking Hephaestos-"

Well, if Ace is hallucinating, she's hallucinating really consistently.

[nitro_is_ace]

"... Waitwaitwait. You knew a god in the area that likes you an' y'kept mum? Well, I'll know better than t'count on y'comin' down on the side of reason in the hand fiasco."

ALL MALE WEREWOLVES ARE CRAZY.

And this one is being hugged. She missed him.

[milkbonesoldier]

"The hand-"

He doesn't get to finish the rest of the sentence, because honestly, he missed her too. It's been months.

[nitro_is_ace]

"He has a hand." She explains, after a minute or so. "His hand. Three of his hands, but one is bitten off an' all bony. An' he was piecin' it t'gether in the bar. HIS HAND."

Still slightly traumatized by the hand.

[milkbonesoldier]

"He being..." Then Wells swears again in Greek; there's only one 'he' that Ace would be this upset about, bar the Doctor. "You mean Spoon? He's back? Somebody found him?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Came back on his own - Only thing I found was a lot of werewolf-less places. Got a door through some Trojan prince person." Ace and details sometimes don't get along.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells' shoulders sag with relief. "Good, 'cos I wasn't having any luck whatsoever looking for him in fucking Greece," he says. "There was one village I had to winter over in when I was tryin' to get to Italy and catch a boat to Etna-" He shakes his head. "Never mind, it doesn't matter. But he's all right? You're all right? How's Annie?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"We're all a'right - Annie's been worried, of course, hasn't gone back to the farm since y'left, I don't think, an' has been bakin' up a storm, but we're all a'right. Just don't do that again, please?"

It's not nice t'make pyros or fantastic bakers worry.

[milkbonesoldier]

Only now does it occur to him to ask-

"How long've I been gone, anyway?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"'Bout a week or so, bar-time. Not as long as Spoon, anyway. He only got back a couple days ago. But he'd been gone two years."

The fun really doesn't end, no.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells grunts. "Eight months, two years- that's fuckin' weird," he says. "Where's he now, d'you know?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Still at the farm, s'far as I know. I just needed coffee before I went out, so I didn't stick around for some of the chores." Spoon gets done faster when she's not about, anyway.

[milkbonesoldier]

"Fair enough," says Wells. "So d'you get to stop looking now, or is anyone else missing?"

He starts unbuckling the forearm bracers. They saved his arse a few times along the way, but they get itchy at times.