Informing the PN
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Even though he hadn't come before, Miach now stood outside of the Panthera Nox Sanctum, bracing himself. He had texted them, and now was the time to deliver. Yay times !
Leaning against a lamppost, the Acanthus looked unkempt, with a unshaved beard, dirty clothes, and sagging eyes. He reeked of alcohol, and helped himself to another mouthful of the creamy-looking bottle he was holding.
Staggering forward, he managed to reach the door, and rang.
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Pepper came to the door first, looking confused as she opened the door, then Furious. This was their home. it would have been one thing if he'd gone to the green house as she initially instructed - that was free-be Crossing anyway. But here? To the House? "What the Fuck are you doing here? You don't have permission to come this far into our Ter- Ugh, are you DRUNK?" Pepper's righteous rant was almost immediately submerged by concern.
Not that it wasn't still there - just not at important right now. "Fuck. Look, Mace and Faye are at the greenhouse, I'm going to bring your drunk ass there. And if you don't immediately leave Gardenland once you're done telling us whatever it is, I'm going to accuse your ass for Trespassing. Understood?"
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Merely shruggin at Pepper's rant, the doctor leaned forward, then backward and nearly fell, only remaining standing by the grace of Fate, probably. "Y-y-yeaah... Fi-fine. Suuure." he slurred, blinking a couple times in the process. Each time it took him longer to reopen his eyes.
Mace was in fact waiting in the Greenhouse, as Pepper had mentioned. Her gaze shot up as the two of them entered, before her nose crinkled, surprised by the smell. "Everything okay here?" she asked her twin, concern flooding her face. She dragged a chair over and offered it to Miach.
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Faye was there as well, and a look of concern appeared on her face as Pepper entered. She looks to Miach, was he drunk?! Was the text that worried her about him being drunk? It better not be, cause that is the wrong reason to cause concern.
She stood beside Mace, her body rigid and on edge. "What's going on?" her words giving away she wasn't impressed.
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Thanks to Pepper's help, ingrained habits, and luck, Miach somehow managed to reach the greenhouse. He fell into the chair offered by Mace more than he sat down, and looked positively miserable, if not nearly absent. It took the man a moment to register what had just happened, and he acknowledged both Mace and Faye with something that might pass for a nod among drunkards.
"Hiyall..."
In the maze of his thoughts, his many thoughts, his way-too-much thoughts, the doctor couldn't help but look down on him. He had had to announce someone's passing often enough, had he not ? So why was it so different now ? Why was it so hard that he couldn't articulate the words... As if he didn't know. Failure, was the name of his shame.
Looking at his feet, his hand grisping the bottle until his knuckles were white and his whole arm shaking, the mystagogue started stuttering "I... A... An... Ughh...
A... Animus... he... h'is... dead.
I'm sorry..." mechanically came out of his mouth as the play he had rehearsed so often lately. He didn't even have the strength left to lift his head.
"I'm so sorry..." he said, weeping abundantly now. Would that the scarred Shaman could mean his beloved Triquetra, at least...
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Well. That was certainly a reason to be drunk. She frowned, though, still thoroughly aggravated at how he'd arrived. "Fuck. That's a damn - that's a problem. Thank you, for informing us. Now. You were there... Can you sober up and answer some questions?"
Pepper met Mace's eyes over Miach and indicated the bottle in his hands. She wanted it turned to water, at least for now. She really wasn't able to deal with the other Acanthus drunk, considering he'd only recently done anything worthy of her respect. Though all things considered, he was rapidly losing even those scraps and trying every inch of her patience.
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Between sobs and sips, Miach's head seemed to nod positively shortly after Pepper's question. An attentive ear could perhaps even perceive a weak, deformed "Y... yes"
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Pepper sighed, just a little, that her unseen senses hadn't picked up anything. "Miach, get sober now or I'm calling you a cab and sending you home until you're clear-headed enough to answer questions an not waste my time" Her frustration with the drunk doctor keeper out in a low growl, because as curious as she was, he was more hindrance to getting answers than help.
Mace noticed the glance from Pepper, and then nodded. "She'll do it too," Mace said as she reached for the Supernal energies. She took a deep breath, poured some mana into the spell and released it. Her nimbus flared, the shadows on the wall roiling in her own agitation. Whatever he was drinking, it was water now. She watched, silently, waiting to see what he would say next.
No Paradox
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