irl meetups & phone

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Time to touch some grass.

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[ Sinclair had to be sedated.................. Man. Man. Oria holds back a sigh. ]

<Thank you. Is he restrained too?>

[ You know. Just in case Sinclair doesn't suddenly get into a raging fit. ]

[insinning]

[ Nope. It was just to calm him down. He was pretty upset. Never seen him like that before.

We had to restrain some of our other guys, actually.

Anyway, he'll probably need to hear from someone who actually knows what's going on. He's not talking to anyone else.]

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[ Restrain OTHER people? Huh??? ]

<I'd like to go there in person, but I can't. I'll give his phone a call soon. Thank you for the updates.>

[ And now, he'll call Sinclair's phone for real. ]

[insinning]

[Two rings and then, groggy, disorientated]

Oria...? Is that you?

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Emil! Yeah! It's me. How are you feeling?

[ Obviously, not well... but... ]

[insinning]

Sick. Told them I didn't want anything...

[He feels nauseous and fuzzy]

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You should at least drink water...

[ Keep yourself hydrated? Oria has gone through so much water while he's been sick. ]

I'm sorry I can't see you in person... you probably understand why.

[ gestures at recent two assassination attempts ]

[insinning]

[Mumbling, a rustle of blankets]

Mmm...you should keep yourself safe...

[There's a sound of a thunk - like a bottle bouncing off the ground. Oops]

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... Yeah. Can't go anywhere.

[ He laughs a little, but. Oh. ]

Did you drop your water?

[ That sounded like a bottle. ]

And... are you alone right now?

[insinning]

That sucks.

[It's telling how out of it Sinclair is when those words slip out without his usual politeness. There's a pause as Sinclair manages to grab his bottle]

Mm. Went rolling under my bed. I'm alone.

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[ It really is telling... Though he likes Sinclair like this too. This isn't the time for that though. ]

Is there something you want to talk about, Emil?

[ He's asking, not because Oria doesn't know what to talk about, but rather if Sinclair has anything that he does want to talk about, even in his sedated state, who is Oria to deny him? ]

... I was worried about you.

[insinning]

I don't know...

[He's so lethargic right now. Calm. Eerily so]

'm sorry. Didn't mean to do that to you. [A pause] Is it all over the internet again? It was last time...

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No.

[ Oria says firmly. He's using a combination of copyright laws, privacy laws, internet domain shutdowns, and just flat out libel suing to his advantage to take them all down. Get DMCA'd at the very least-- ]

I made sure of it.

[insinning]

Oh...

[It's not a surprise if he really thinks about it. Oria did have that power. It's just that last time, he had been alone. This time, he's not so alone. It makes his throat tight and he sniffles]

Thank you. I don't think--again...

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... I know.

[ If Oria was there with Sinclair, he'd hold his hand--squeeze it to tell him that he'd be by his side to help him. But he's not now. This is all he can do. ]

I won't let that happen.

[insinning]

Mmm.

[Sinclair makes a noise of understanding. There's silence on his end for a moment, another sob, a ragged breath]

It was her...it was definitely her.

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Did she leave any traces?

[ He's trying to go about this as logically as possible, but he really wants to hug Sinclair.

But also, try to defuse and separate the association that "anything bad happens to family = Kromer". ]

[insinning]

[There's a moment of silence as Sinclair tries to recall what he had seen. The graves, destroyed. The caskets--but Rodya was strong enough to hold him back. And when the police came, well--that's when everything got worse]

No one let me get close. [Tired, mumbling, shuffling through the haze of the sedatives]

She was laughing when I saw her.

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[ She was there...? The absolute audacity. Oria's fingers curl into a fist, his nails digging into his own skin, but then relaxes his hand.

... ]

That bitch.

[ He growls it out through his teeth. His voice is quiet, low, and frankly, murderous. ]

[insinning]

[ It was something Sinclair had been thinking. He might have been shouting it, earlier

Sinclair's quiet for a moment, thinking. She had been there, passing through as a crowd gathered .]

...I still want to kill her after all.

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[ Ah.

Oria regrets saying that out loud immediately. ]

... I know. That sort of desire never fades.

[ But it's ultimately up to Sinclair what he does with it, and Oria feels like he's lost. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair closes his eyes, and is quiet for a longer moment. The sedatives do their job with keeping his heart rate down at least. Anger seems very distant. But hatred? That was close at hand.

He doesn't ask the question he wants to ask. It was his choice in the end. And if he said it aloud, that would be a burden on everyone else]

...I'm sorry. I know you wanted me to forget.

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You can't really forget something that's so ingrained into you. I get it.

[ Not of the vengeance level, but of something that's become such a part of you. Oria understands. After all, he's like that too. It may not be about murder on his mind, but it sure is something. ]

[insinning]

[Even now, Oria was being understanding. Sinclair blinks, struggling to stay awake]

Mm...it feels like, I'm not allowed to let go either...

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How come?

[ He wants to understand. Moreover, he wants Sinclair to understand his own needs, and perhaps saying it out loud will help him reach that understanding. ]