Every Magician Needs an Assistant

[likegoinghome]

Every magician needs an assistant. And so, here she is

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[thegreatdanton]

Angier's jaw quite litterally drops at the sound of his wife's voice. A sound he hadn't heard in several years. A voice from behind the grave.

"Dear God... Julia? Is that you?" The man approaches his wife some, slowly as he is burdened with a bad leg or there is no doubt he would be sprinting to her side to embrace her.

[likegoinghome]

"...Rupert?" She'll tip her head to him and her face will break into a large grin and she'll be the one to rush to him and fling her arms about him in the joy of a woman in love.

"You look as though you've seen a ghost."

[thegreatdanton]

The magician drops his cane to accept his wife in his arms, holding her tightly. For once in his life, the performer is left speechless for a long moment.

"But... how... You're dead. I watched you drown, you wouldn't cough, I burried you..."

[likegoinghome]

And her brow with crease, prettily. "I... I don't know, actually."

She'll show him her wrists, which have rope burns from her struggle with the knot and frown. "I remember drowning. But I'm here..."

"...I don't know how to explain it, I don't understand it myself."

[sweariwontdie]

And she's greeted (hopefully when she's not having her great reunion with her husband) by someone short, dark-haired and decidedly French. "Welcome, madame..."

[likegoinghome]

Well, her husband's typist is away at the moment so this short, dark-haired Frenchman will be welcomed.

"Merci, Monsieur." And she'll sweep herself into a little curtsy.

[sweariwontdie]

"You must be new here. This is the Mansion."

[likegoinghome]

"I am." She smiles some.

"The Mansion? Oh my. I wasn't intending to arrive at any mansion."

[heartofbirds]

Linden bows deeply and elegantly, and upon straightening a smile is evident. "Good evening, madam. Are you all right?"

[likegoinghome]

And like any good lady she'll curtsy and smile as well. "I'm quite fine, thank you. I simply have never seen real magic like this. I was...but I'm here." She'll smile more broadly now.

"...I, I don't suppose you know much about this "Mansion" place?"

[heartofbirds]

"Only as much as anyone might. The general idea seems to be that we can't leave, and that we are all drawn together here. I think it is meant to be rather inevitable. There are few people who haven't met someone they know already."

[likegoinghome]

"...We can't leave?" She repeats, rather fretful at that. What if she's needed someplace else, after all, or what if this place isn't to her liking? "We just...live here in this place?"

"Well, I have met someone I know so you are quite right about that I should think."

[watchclosely]

"Julia."

Small smile curving up the corners of his lips.

"Of course."

[likegoinghome]

"...Alfred? Alfred Borden?"

And she'll smile because he's familiar. "You're here too then?"

[watchclosely]

"So it would seem."

He's smiling, a little more broadly, but it's the kind of smile he gave Olivia when she told him a half truth. The kind of smile you want to confess all your sins to, and then commit some more.

"Although I'm not exactly clear on where 'here' is."

[likegoinghome]

And the fact that Julia is already incredibly trusting will not help anything as she frowns some, delicately. "Well, I don't suppose it matters. I wonder if it is some sort of limbo? I clearly remember drowning and Rupert says he has died as well..."

At her own mention of her husband's name she'll frown deeply. "Rupert's here. I don't think from what he has told me he'll be too pleased to see you, but I want you to know-- I don't blame you for what happened to me and he should not have either."