[She felt some sort of way about the way she'd reacted to what she'd seen in the horror house with him. She had perfectly legitimate reasons for feeling the way she did, when she was presented with what looked very much like some sort of witchcraft, but it didn't make it okay to hurt that kind of stuff at a kid.
She'd done it enough to her younger sister through the years, she's supposed to be becoming a better person.]
[Honestly, he was kind of hoping to hear from Willa. After the mess of the horror house, he had kept his distance, kept his head down. He had thought, rather naively, that his abilities might be looked at differently here. While that might be true of some people here, it obviously wasn't for all of them.
He might have felt a bit guilty.]
Hey. I'm fine.
[He could leave it there. Curt, but polite enough. It's only a moment later when he adds:] How are you?
[Kaz gave her a few names of people who were impacted by their little adventure on the island. Given how traumatic things were, she gives things a little space before she reaches out herself. But follow up questions happen as she sorts things together, so she leaves Jesper a brief message.]
Hi, Jesper. My name is Waverly Earp. I was on the boat to the island last month? Kaz gave me your name as having been part of the ritual in the volcano, and I had a couple of follow up questions, if you have some time? Totally okay if you don't but if you're up for it, feel free to come by and have a drink at Hella Shorty's and we can talk.
[Jesper was going to kill Kaz. Or, at the very least, there would be words and maybe a fist or two thrown. But--Waverly. It's a name he's heard come up more than once. That was enough to at least have him be polite.]
Waverly...I've heard about you, from Willa. I uh...What kind of follow-up questions exactly? I don't mind but I prefer to know what I'm walking into.
[This is payback, cosmic and perfectly timed. He rolls over with a groan, trying his best not to disturb Wylan in the process, and answers with a grumble.]
Noah...Not exactly how I'd put that, but I'm alive.
The session with Noah was about as hard as Kaz anticipated it to be– too much death in this hotel, and on his hands, recently. Made it harder to keep all the worst reactions at bay. Kaz took the time he needed through late morning and the earlier parts of the afternoon to recover from it as much as is possible.
Still. Skirting around the issue is hardly his style, so he texts Jesper:
Jesper is used to being called on, regardless of the hour, occasion, or potential for inconvenience. He's used to the orders that came with being Kaz's second--he isn't used to being asked. Kaz Brekker does not ask if you're busy, he merely assumes that whatever (or whomever) you may be busy with isn't worth his concern and that you'd take up whatever task was given.
So it takes him a moment to respond, if only because it throws him off the expected routine. He had a feeling this talk was going to do that for the course of it.
[ The situation wasn’t an easy one. In fact, it was more complicated than he realized until this morning.
He was an ass. That’s what it came down to.
So he made pancakes to make up for it. Or attempt to. With a container filled with fresh pancakes, still steaming and covered in butter, he makes his way to Jesper and Wylans suite and knocks.
Panic starts to bubble but he just holds up the container in offering. ]
[Jesper takes a moment to come to the door, still feeling the emotional punch of the call with Kaz. Things like that made you tired down to your bones, to the point of not wanting to attempt a damn thing.
[He hasn't left his suite or spoken to anyone for three days. Any attempts to message him or come by have been met with absolute silence and locked doors. It's late, but he doesn't care. Either Jesper will be awake and see it or he'll find it in the morning. Everything is numb, but not in the way that he isn't feeling anything, more that there's too much and his brain and body have just stopped being able to process it.]
[ It should be no surprise that Jesper's reply comes in almost immediately. Even if he tries for sleep, it's fleeting at best and comes in bursts of half-hours and spare minutes at worst. The fact he hadn't hear a peep from Kaz in days is one of the things that is making sleep elusive and sees him sitting up at this odd hour.]
Who's gone?
[He knows perfectly well who. And he isn't asking to be an ass. It's a confirmation, a clarification that is both necessary and not. It's a question that's punctuated by him scrambling up from his couch, throwing on one of his coats and leaving as soon as the message is sent. An unspoken "I'm coming up. I'll be there" in the hollows between words.]
[Kavinsky rolls up on Jesper's suite. Don't ask how he knows where it was, because that's really not important. He tries the door, finds it unlocked, and waltzes right in without any knock or preamble or anything.]
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...yes, Wylan. I saw the dragons. Cute little fire starters.
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She'd done it enough to her younger sister through the years, she's supposed to be becoming a better person.]
Hey.
How are you?
[Short. Concise. But at least it's a start.]
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He might have felt a bit guilty.]
Hey.
I'm fine.
[He could leave it there. Curt, but polite enough. It's only a moment later when he adds:] How are you?
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What in saint's name is a douche canoe?
[Just that question. No explanation.
Nothing else.
Just.
That.]
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Who'd you hear it from?
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Hi, Jesper. My name is Waverly Earp. I was on the boat to the island last month? Kaz gave me your name as having been part of the ritual in the volcano, and I had a couple of follow up questions, if you have some time? Totally okay if you don't but if you're up for it, feel free to come by and have a drink at Hella Shorty's and we can talk.
Voice| @sharpshooter | Totally ok!
Waverly...I've heard about you, from Willa. I uh...What kind of follow-up questions exactly? I don't mind but I prefer to know what I'm walking into.
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Sorry this is so late!
no worries!
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I got some gloves that work with the touch screen. [He sighs a bit.] I think we might be able to replicate it.
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[Oh he sounds excited, and more like himself than he has for the last few weeks.]
So, what are we waiting for? Come over--or I can come to you.
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Oh. You’re not dead. I told you he’d like it.
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Noah...Not exactly how I'd put that, but I'm alive.
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Time to talk~
Still. Skirting around the issue is hardly his style, so he texts Jesper:
Oh fun
So it takes him a moment to respond, if only because it throws him off the expected routine. He had a feeling this talk was going to do that for the course of it.
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Text - un: ripraven [Post Kaz Session]
But I think he’s mad at me. Don’t mention that, though. It’s fine.
I told him he needs to be honest about how he’s really feeling about when he shot you. He’s not dealing with it. And he needs to.
I’m sorry.
Anyway. I left so…you can head over.
Don’t let him forget the clothes in the dryer.
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Because you went and told him to be honest about--oh Saints, Noah. Right as you are, might have been best to leave that off.
...That mess aside, what the Hell is a dryer?
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You might not remember me but we met months ago at the casino and we played a game of cards.
[ There was another reason why Bela was contacting him, but it required a more delicate touch. She doesn't want to come right out with it. ]
Did you make it through the ghosts and undead okay?
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[Under normal circumstances, he might have even called it a cute face, but give recent events...]
I was one of them; ended up shot, but that's probably for the better.
I'm sorry. [Might as well get that nastiness out of the way now. Best to have it done with.
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Text - un: ripraven
Cause it made me ugly laugh….
Have you ever heard of Seagulling?!
APPARENTLY.
It means: to ejaculate into ones hand and proceed to slap a stranger round the face, with said salty hand.
I’m dying. RIP.
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[Is he currently dying laughing? Yes. Is he also going to show this text to Wylan at this current moment? Absolutely.]
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He was an ass. That’s what it came down to.
So he made pancakes to make up for it. Or attempt to. With a container filled with fresh pancakes, still steaming and covered in butter, he makes his way to Jesper and Wylans suite and knocks.
Panic starts to bubble but he just holds up the container in offering. ]
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But the door does, eventually, swing open--]
Noah?
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RING RING Gorgeous ••••••>
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Does our possible captive sing? Please say no?
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text » @dirtyhands » 3/3 @ 3:14am
She's gone.
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Who's gone?
[He knows perfectly well who. And he isn't asking to be an ass. It's a confirmation, a clarification that is both necessary and not. It's a question that's punctuated by him scrambling up from his couch, throwing on one of his coats and leaving as soon as the message is sent. An unspoken "I'm coming up. I'll be there" in the hollows between words.]
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> after network post; action
Hey spitfire, your furniture delivery's here!
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[Is that what it's like every time he just waltzes into a room? He might have to rethink his approach.
Though speaking of furniture, he's still draped on the monstrosity that is a hideous floral couch.]
Guess I'll need to move then, seeing as I'm laying on your kindling.
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