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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.

[forge_fire]

Someone hobbles up.

And grabs Harry's arm to pull him to a table.

[milkbonesoldier]

"What the- oh!"

Well, c'mon, it's not like he's gonna swear at this guy or anything, now is he.

[forge_fire]

He nods and waits till Harry is sitting.

"Not letting this happen again," he says quietly.

[milkbonesoldier]

It doesn't take long. Wells settles into his chair and looks up. "How were you planning on that?" he asks. "I don't even know what fucking happened."

Millitimed.

[md_donighal]

MY EARS FELL OFF!
Once the air is no longer a brilliant shade of lapis lazuli blue, the man in the gray suit speaks up. "If I get a shot at whoever's responsible for these events," he says, "I promise you, I will fuck them completely."

Re: Millitimed.

[milkbonesoldier]

"Thank you," says Wells, stomping the rest of the way in and tossing the scabbard and sword down on the first available table. "I've fucking well had it up to here with travelling."

Re: Millitimed.

[md_donighal]

"I can entirely imagine. So where've you been all this time? And how long has 'all this time' been for you?"

Re: Millitimed.

[milkbonesoldier]

"Ancient Greece," says Wells. "And it's been eight months, thanks to Athena's meddling. I had to go to Lemnos and get Hephaestos to send me back himself."

[stilljustandrew]

-- HARRY!

*Andrew would know that turn of profanity anywhere, regardless of language.*

*He's currently running for its source.*

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells lets off one more burst of Arcadian dialect and turns in his cousin's direction. "Andrew! Gods, it's fucking good to see you."

[stilljustandrew]

Are you okay where've you been do you need to sit down?

*He's practically bouncing in a combination of relief and distress, both vicarious and his own.*

[milkbonesoldier]

"I need a fucking beer is what I need," says Wells. "And yeah, I'm all right. I've been in ancient fucking Greece. For EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS."