IC Inbox for Hadriel

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[greywaren]

yeah

anyone on your end show up?

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[zen_en_vert]

No, actually. Wanda's brother- but I never knew him well.

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[greywaren]

I met her. Reminds me of the psychics back home.

Did he stay? Some of them stayed.

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[zen_en_vert]

I don't think so. She might be gone, too. I've been a bit under the weather the last little bit, I need to get back on the grid.

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[greywaren]

same. ive been shit since the visitors

you need medicine?

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[zen_en_vert]

No- I'm fine now. Thank you, Ronan.

I need to get out of the house. What's going on out there?

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[greywaren]

not much. parrish and i fought. just rage shit.

thats why i stopped coming by for awhile.

other than that the citys a fuckin island right now. its like from a dream.

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[zen_en_vert]

I wasn't there either. We had a full compliment of doctors for a bit. Weird to suddenly not be needed.

Maybe I should head out & look?

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[greywaren]

if youre into sand i guess

its not real.

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[zen_en_vert]

I wonder if the vitamin d is

I think I'm getting some kind of seasonal affective nonsense.

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[greywaren]

shit, its hard not to feel depressed here

thats what drinking is for

but i could probably get you something else. if you wanted

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[zen_en_vert]

I don't know what I'd get. Echinacea?

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[greywaren]

what the fuck is that

i was thinking about you joking about pot that one time

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[zen_en_vert]

Yeah. Okay.

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[greywaren]

seriously?

i thought youd say no

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[zen_en_vert]

No. Fuck it. Okay. Somewhere other than the clinic.

Tranquility's temple.

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[greywaren]

hah. im sure hed get a kick out of that

sure. i need a few hours

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[zen_en_vert]

text when you're on the road.

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[greywaren]

[The next text, predictably, is sent a few hours later.]

omw

[zen_en_vert]

[Bruce heads out too, meets him there not long after, outside the temple gates.]

[greywaren]

[Ronan is there waiting, and he lifts an eyebrow toward Bruce as he approaches, before ducking inside of the temple and shoving a hand inside of his jacket, offering Bruce a joint.

It's kind of comical, actually- Ronan, still looking ever the angry rebellious punk adding some light drug dealing to his resume, and Bruce, looking like... well, Bruce.]

I've got a lighter somewhere, hang on.

[zen_en_vert]

[He tucks his hands in his pockets and moves to lead him inside, wondering;]

What do you have? Dreamweed?

[greywaren]

Brought it back just now. I'm not really a smoker.

[But it's not like he hasn't done it before. Ronan pats down his pockets for the lighter, before finding it and tugging it out.]

And I don't do the fancy shit.

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Next time bring back more. I'll teach you how to make butter.

[Says Bruce, reaching to take the joint with the expert touch of old hippies everywhere, and the lighter too.

It has been a long time, but he takes as familiar toke, holds the breath, and lets it out through his nose and closes his eyes with a sigh.]

[greywaren]

Butter?

[He scoffs a little at that, but takes the lighter back and lights up his own, impassive at the taste of smoke.]

Not brownies or some other shit?