6th Profile [ Video]
[There's the sounds of something fumbling and the Forge, which had first been pointing at a ceiling when it clicked on, is sent on a whirlwind of color and shapes (hope no one has motion sickness!) before it settles again, someone hissing out in pain as it does so
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He's been tearing around the real world and the forgeworld, more ably in one than the other, ever since the call first went up. He's been tracking her scent, with more difficulty than usually 'cause it's oddly diffused; but finally arrived here.
But before he notices where here is, he hears her name over his forge. He grabs it up, as at anything that might be remotely related, and stares into it at Reid's image-missing the real Reid metres away.]
Why? What happened? Was she with you? [when whatever happened to you happened 'cause that would mean it also happened to her fuckfuckfuckGAH?
Then he happens to see his own image behind Reid's in the forgescreen. He blinks, looks up, and notices that he's in the same room as in the post… and in fact in the room with the guy posting. He blinks, tosses his forge aside, and goes right to Reid, helping him a bit more off the floor.]
…Well, that answers one question.
What happened?!
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She said... she wanted to try something and wanted to me to help her. She said that I was all about learning and profiling and that it was sort of a profile about her.
[There's another pause as he tries to organize his thoughts.]
She was doing some sort of spell I think. I'm not entirely too sure, I didn't get a chance to ask and I know magic from Las Vegas, not... that. [Said with an awkward hand gesture.] Nothing happened and then everything was green.
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Green.
The totally trashed floor.
Spell.
With magical supplies howthehellhe hadn't noticed before.
Green. Spell. Magic. Profile about her.
Radiating out from… an explode-y… pattern…
The dissipated scent. Electrified.
Fucking green.
For a moment, sitting in the rubble next to a total stranger, and a human, and to Spike's eyes a wimpy one, Spike looks like he's going to cry.
Then he looks like he wants to kill Reid.
Then he swipes his face with one hand, levers himself off the floor, and hooks his hands under Reid's arms.]
C'mon, mate. Let's get you to the Clinic. You didn't know. But you can't do anything now.
[where they'd fix his head and give him a few minutes to remember stuff and then he was bloody well going to tell Spike much more than that.
As an afterthought, Spike scowls down into Reid's forge, still transmitting.]
Yo, Hawkeye. Call off the search. They're not gonna find her.
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[And Reid's shaking his head, even though it's making him dizzy, his words starting to string and slur together that it almost sounds like one.]
[Then he forces himself to say one coherent sentence, his hands reaching up to grab at Spike's arms and long fingers closing over them, somewhat strong for a skinny geeky kid. This is important to him.]
What happened to her?
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[This reply brought to you late by the fact that Reid had to actually think about it for a moment. Headache is not helpful for reading comprehension.]
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[Not until Spike tells him, at any rate]
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[Aizen presses his lips together a little as he turns on the voice recording.]
Has that girl gone missing?
What happened?
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I.... yes.
She asked for my help since she knew I was interested learning about her world... and I think something happened.
[Well, it is the truth.]
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[This is a boy who managed to take care of his mentally ill mother from the time he was ten until he was eighteen, plus graduate from a Las Vegas Public High School at the age of twelve. Skirting the truth much?]
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