Animus approaches Jack's apartment and knocks on the door. It was too bad that Joshua'd had something come up, but he'd have to make do.
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Animus approaches Jack's apartment and knocks on the door. It was too bad that Joshua'd had something come up, but he'd have to make do.
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Animus' brow furrows in consternation. Wasn't he the one to set the time to meet back? He flips open his cell phone and quickly punches out a text message.
Jordan pulled his car to the curb and checked his wrist watch. It was about that time. He hoped he'd be useful.
He lurched out of the car, locked it up and made his way to Jack's apartment. Someone was already there. He looked around, and seeing no one else, he said quietly:
"Master Animus?"
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Jack comes up the stairs with his backpack slung over his shoulders and a suitcase rolling behind him. He raises an eyebrow at the two standing in front of his door, pulls out his phone to check the time, then dismisses his look.
"Hey guys. Wasn't expecting you here this early. Just got back from San Fran," he says matter-of-factly.
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Animus glances at Jack oddly. "I wasn't that early. Have you heard anything from any of the others?"
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Jack glances at his phone again and raises his eyebrow at that now. "Hmm, misread the time, sorry. Stupid traffic near Sac'. And... Nope, haven't heard anything from anyone else yet..."
He looks at them for a moment, just holding his suitcase behind him. Suddenly, a look of dawning and then slight embarrassment cross his face as he fishes out his keys. "Duh! What are we standing around out here for? Come in! Come in!"
Jack unlocks and opens the door to his apartment. The furnishings are the same as Jordan remembers it: TV with plastic instruments alongside it, a long, narrow, covered object on a double-cross stand with music books and binders sitting on its built-in stand, and many posters of video games and of a college show choir adorning the walls.
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Animus enters, closing the door behind him. "Joshua had something come up at the last minute. I haven't heard from any of the others."
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Jack drops his stuff off in his bedroom, then comes back to the living room staring at his phone and typing.
*dong, ding*
"Just sent a text to Orphan and Tam. We'll hopefully see soon enough if they'll be coming."
Jack goes to the fridge and pulls out a can of pop. He opens it, then looks at the fractal pattern on Theo's doily still sitting on his kitchen table while taking a sip.
ST Question
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Jack focuses on the doily, imagining getting two chances at determining what this drawing and the sigils in the stream really are and forcing that imago into the Fallen World.
Accomplishing that, Jack studies the pattern and wracks his brain as he tries to find meaning in it.
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