Characters: Spade, Bastet (
felinemystique) and a guest appearance by Crimson (
crimsonmischief)
Date/Time: Backdated to Sept. 27
Location: Scavenger's Yard
Rating: PG-13
Summary: People have questions and are delving in the darndest places to find answers.
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You could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me. )
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And so, she headed down to the Scavenger's Yard alone to find Spade, hoping he would have them. By all estimates, she still had a few days worth of sand left, so leaving by herself wasn't as big a risk as it might seem.
She had two hours, and then Crimson--and likely Lin, as well--would come after her. Even with her speed, it took a while to find Spade; the man knew how to stay below the radar. She'd taken to searching from the air, and finally saw someone that looked familiar.
Silently, she dropped from the sky just a reasonable distance away from him, making sure to stay in his sight. It wouldn't do to startle him into attacking, after all.
"Yo," she called, keeping her manner relaxed, despite her stress. "Got a minute?"
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"In a place where time seems to be at a standstill? I either have none or all the minutes in the world." The shiny little bauble around her neck got a pointed look. He had not been browsing the journals long, but he thought he saw mention of something like that.
"To what do I owe the honor?" His smile turned casual for a moment, almost lazy in a way that was reminiscent of Jack, save for the ashen complexion and the crosses marring his forehead.
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But he wasn't Jack, and she'd do best to remember that.
"Well," she said, walking forward. "I've got a question that I hope you can answer." She noted the way the hourglass caught his eye, and raised a hand, brushing her fingers against it.
"I woke up with this yesterday. Do you know anything about it?" She kept her voice steady, as though there wasn't a chance she was wearing tangible evidence of her dwindling time in the Sphere.
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"I know... that it's a shiny little bauble filled with rainbow sand." He shrugged, dropped the nearly spent cigarette that had been dangling from his mouth, and fished out a replacement as he ground the spent one under his heal.
"The style strikes a chord. From what I've seen, colors like this don't mix with terribly well with gray." After patting his pockets for a long moment, Spade finally located his lighter and ignited the end of his new cig.
"Have you any reason to think it's a cause for concern?"
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