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Jul. 11th, 2005 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslingerThe door opens, and Roland enters, bearing Kaylee.
The bed is made; Roland sets Kaylee down carefully, and stands there looking down at her for a moment.
He reaches for the blue blanket that stretches across the foot of the bed -- the one made by the hand of Rosalita Munoz -- and covers Kaylee with it.
Then he sits on the edge of the bed and puts his face in his hands.
The bed is made; Roland sets Kaylee down carefully, and stands there looking down at her for a moment.
He reaches for the blue blanket that stretches across the foot of the bed -- the one made by the hand of Rosalita Munoz -- and covers Kaylee with it.
Then he sits on the edge of the bed and puts his face in his hands.
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Date: 2005-07-11 06:41 pm (UTC)Quiet. Soothing.
"We'll sort it out."
Sort him out.
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Date: 2005-07-11 06:45 pm (UTC)Gently, "He'd have worked hard to make sure no one did know. We do now. It will be well, Kaylee."
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Date: 2005-07-11 06:52 pm (UTC)"...thanks."
It's all she knows to say.
And then there's a knock on the door, and Simon sticks his head back in.
Kaylee rises, a little shaky, and goes to the door. She looks back at them for a moment, and then there's another hint of a smile -- and then she slips out the door after Simon, and the door closes.
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Date: 2005-07-11 06:59 pm (UTC)He lowers himself onto the bed, and looks at Alain, shaking his head slightly. "Just...fuck."
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:02 pm (UTC)Softly, "You all right, Ro'?"
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:04 pm (UTC)Roland grins.
"I just had a fucking sword pulled out of my fucking chest, Al." And he laughs. "What do you think?"
Still laughing. Then: "Ow. Fuck."
No more laughter. Hurts his chest.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:08 pm (UTC)The worry just got deeper.
After a moment, with quiet venom, "I think I want to find that bastard Mikage." Three guesses what happens next.
He exhales. "Fuck."
It's the word of the hour.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:10 pm (UTC)He looks at Alain.
"Starting to wonder about Anthy. A lot." Pause. "She came from a place called Ohtori Academy. So did he."
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:12 pm (UTC)Academy, is it.
And black roses, from both of them.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:18 pm (UTC)(I myself have some small measure of autonomy in my work -- the seminar I run is by invitation and application only. Not merely for those with noted academic abilities...their potential is the key.)
"He spoke of fulfilling potential, by getting around blocks in the mind, to give students what they most desire. Runs a special class."
Eyes burning.
"Reminded me of Gabriel Tam. Say true."
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:22 pm (UTC)Low. Not really a question.
Alain's narrowed eyes glitter.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:26 pm (UTC)He looks at Alain.
Quietly: "Eddie ever say something to you? 'Coincidence has been cancelled'?" Beat. "Don't know if that's what's going on. But I wonder, very much."
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:40 pm (UTC)He's wondering now, too.
...And still really, really wanting to have Mikage within gunshot range. He wants it with a cold fury that strengthens every time he looks at Roland's grey face and the exhausted set of his shoulders.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:45 pm (UTC)Out comes the suit, and the top hat.
He looks at Alain. "Going to Paris tonight, with Lilly. One of Meg's performances."
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:54 pm (UTC)Wants to. But it's a stupid question. It's Roland's decision to make, and he's made it.
Instead, his jaw sets for a moment -- the worry's more hidden now, but it's still there -- and then he nods.
"All right. I'll be around."
Around, in case Roland wants him later.
Around, keeping an eye out for a certain pink-haired teacher.
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Date: 2005-07-11 07:56 pm (UTC)"Thanks, Al."
He knows he doesn't have to say it.
He says it anyway.
Because he can.