Artifact 2.5

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[ Finally, neccessity wins out over pride, and Angela flops onto the Plane.

Either rope is the newest fashion statement in Fa'Diel, or she's been bound. At the elbows, wrists, knees, ankles. And of course there's a gag. No point in tying up a mage if you don't gag them, right?

After a pause to stare at the Plane and huff through her nose in relief that it's still here, she starts attempting to wriggle free of the ropes. ]

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[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She bites her tongue this time, resisting the witty retorts and nastiness that pops to mind. ]

Still thinking of bringing her back?

[contract_star]

No. She's gone.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Were you two... [ She tips her head a little, gathering the ropes into a small pile. ] You know?

[contract_star]

[Without emotion,] We were married and had children together, though it was an experiment and wasn't actually real. The other you came to the wedding.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

I see. [ She frowns. ]

... She'd probably know how to comfort you. The other me. Sorry, but I don't.

[contract_star]

[He shrugs.] Doesn't matter.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Guess not.

[ She rubs at where the ropes had been around her wrists. ] So why are you still coming here?

[contract_star]

What else am I going to do? Anyway, no one can stay away for long. Unless the Machine has spit them out.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She stands finally and gives the pile of rope a kick for good measure. ]

The Machine, hmm? I thought the Twins were the ones doing everything.

[ She tips her head in the general direction of the bar. ] You still drink, or is alcohol bad for apathy and self-loathing?

[contract_star]

Apparently not.

[He glances at her, then starts walking toward the bar, expecting her to follow. But not saying anything.]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Care to enlighten me? [ She does follow, sliding into the bar behind him. ] The more I know about this place, the better. Especially if I'm not going to be able to keep away from it for long.

[contract_star]

[He shrugs.] Not much to it. Machine sucks us all in, Twins just try to figure things out. The Twins don't bring us here or...the opposite.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

So they're not bad kids, just in a bad situation. [ She takes out two glasses from behind the bar and pops open a bottle that smells strongly like apples. ] Well, if it's a Machine, who's the inventor? They don't build themselves.

[contract_star]

[He shrugs.] Don't know.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. [ She fills his glass, then her own. ] If we can get to the creator, we can find out how this place works.

That could be useful... [ What, no, she didn't say anything, just sipping at her booze, thank you. ]

[contract_star]

Mm. [He downs his glass in one gulp, wincing.]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

"Mm." Yeah, I imagine you're going to be like that for a while. [ She sips at her own glass. ] Guess I'll need to change the way I greet anyone new, since it's no longer right to go blaming the Twins. Not that I've ever even seen them.

[contract_star]

[He remains silent, filling his glass again and downing it at about the same speed.]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ She really doesn't know what else to say, so she just plunks down next to him and nurses her own drink. ]

I apologize for my muse D:

[contract_star]

[Hei is done talking and is now slowly getting drunk.]

It's cool!

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ Normally she'd probably sigh and wander off at this point, but something compells her to stay and keep an eye on him.

Maybe it's what her other self would've done. Who knows. ]