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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 6, 2010 17:09:38 GMT -5
And despite this, this only cemented his belief that he was the one dreaming.
"I... here, you'll need to come back but- but not now, in a few months-"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2010 17:12:52 GMT -5
She grit her teeth, concentrating, and seemed to stabilize for a few moments. Hopefully she'd bought herself a minute or so.
"I can't exactly control it and 'a few months' is sort of vague," she said plainly. "Do you have a piece of paper?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 6, 2010 17:16:01 GMT -5
"In the kitchen-"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 6, 2010 17:20:49 GMT -5
"Oh, balls..." she was flickering again and grabbed his other hand.
"I'll be back, I swear--"
But then the sound cut out and she was just mouthing words and fizzling in and out.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 7, 2010 13:28:27 GMT -5
"Hang onto my arm-"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 7, 2010 13:32:06 GMT -5
"--not--help--"
She tried but most likely he was getting some weird sensation of a hand holding his arm and then just not.
There was an instant where she could speak and be seen. "I'll be back tomorrow--"
And then she was gone. The apartment was as silent.
For her part, she sat up in bed, back in Boston, with tears already on her cheeks. Turning on her bedside lamp, she pulled out a book--there'd be no more sleep tonight.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Dec 18, 2010 1:43:39 GMT -5
He stared for a moment, still uncertain of whether or not he was dreaming, breathing shallow and rapid.
Across the room, the telephone began ringing.
Adrian ran at it, nearly dove at it, and picked it up.
"Hello...?"
There was a staticky pop and crackle, and a slightly roughened female voice on the other end could be heard gasping "Oh, thank God-" "Who is this?" Adrian demanded. "It's Megan, Mr. Veidt, Dan's roommate-"
Adrian actually momentarily pulled the phone away from his head and stared at it, and there was a plaintive little "Hello?" from the receiver that made him pull it back.
"It's the middle of the goddamned night! What the hell-" "Dan wanted me to call you-" "Dan?"
Oh, as if tonight couldn't get any worse.
"Is he there?" Adrian sighed. "He's flying the ship and wanted me to call y-" "He's flying the ship?"
Adrian realized he was shouting, and he sighed again. Megan's voice continued, "Look, pardon my language, Mr. Veidt, but shit just got seriously real-" "What does that even mean-" "We had to break Rorschach out of Charenton, and we're flying to New York right now-"
Adrian was already tired, and now he startled so violently that he had to steady himself against the back of the sofa.
"You- you broke Rorschach out?" "Yes- we think someone set him up, and there was a repo man at the scene- we think GeneCo or- or somebody-"
Adrian had to stifle an annoyed groan. He should have known Dan would get involved...
"Megan?" "Yes, Mr. Veidt?" "Tell Dan it's not worth getting in this deep. GeneCo clearly wants to take me down by going after my former compatriots-" "We're coming to New York, sir, we're going to raid GeneCo-"
Adrian winced.
"Stay out of this, Megan, you're an eighteen-year-old little girl-" "I'm twenty, I'm older than you were! And I'm in this as much as anyone else is now-" "All right, all right," Adrian sighed.
If the girl got herself killed by GenCops, that wasn't his affair.
"I understand. But really, the three of you have put yourselves at this much risk for my sake already-" "We're gonna need your help, okay?" the girl's voice said. "That's what he wanted me to tell you."
Adrian swallowed.
"I... all right. Keep yourselves safe." "We will."
He hesitated again.
"...good luck," he said finally. "You're really going to need it."
With that, he hung up the receiver and lowered himself onto the sofa, staring into space.
God fucking damn it.
After everything he'd done, all the plans that he laid...
Well. Everything was tied up to point to Rotti Largo if they dug too deep. It was just a... a pity that Dan had gotten involved as well. Poor, wide-eyed Dan, and his even more naive protegee who at this rate would be tomorrow's new batch of fresh organs for GeneCo's addicted customers.
He laughed, not knowing what else to do. A little more blood on his hands, did it even matter now?
Adrian leaned back and laughed some more, a harsh, despairing noise, until his ribs ached.
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