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Can You Imagine Us, Years From Today
Who: Ivan and Mitchell
What: Getting up to speed
Where: A cafe, probably in Mafaton
When: Backdated to a few hours after Mitchell's arrival
Notes: This may or may not go well.
Warnings: None so far, except for neither of them being at all a good person.
Ivan spent the hours that Mitchell was using to settle himself mainly in continuing his ongoing search for a new apartment. He'd set himself up in a temporary space, but since travel wasn't an option, he wanted some place comfortable to settle. (And some place that he could pay Njoki to ward properly.)
He wasn't precisely displeased to see Mitchell in Baedal, though it was strange, having someone from home arrive. In fact, however, Ivan was more disappointed than anything. Saving Mitchell had been impulsive, and he'd no guarantee he could have survived if he hadn't, but he'd still hoped Mitchell would have carried on with his second chance a bit longer than he had.
Perhaps the story would at least be entertaining. One could always hope.
What: Getting up to speed
Where: A cafe, probably in Mafaton
When: Backdated to a few hours after Mitchell's arrival
Notes: This may or may not go well.
Warnings: None so far, except for neither of them being at all a good person.
Ivan spent the hours that Mitchell was using to settle himself mainly in continuing his ongoing search for a new apartment. He'd set himself up in a temporary space, but since travel wasn't an option, he wanted some place comfortable to settle. (And some place that he could pay Njoki to ward properly.)
He wasn't precisely displeased to see Mitchell in Baedal, though it was strange, having someone from home arrive. In fact, however, Ivan was more disappointed than anything. Saving Mitchell had been impulsive, and he'd no guarantee he could have survived if he hadn't, but he'd still hoped Mitchell would have carried on with his second chance a bit longer than he had.
Perhaps the story would at least be entertaining. One could always hope.
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He may have dragged his heels a little bit along the way, stopping to look at a building or a shop window. It's not that he doesn't want to see Ivan so much as at their last reunion, Mitchell ended up bleeding and tossed aside on a car park floor.
When he reaches the cafe, he's still trying to weigh up if letting George kill Herrick versus everything that happened post-explosion will warrant a worse reaction.
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Ivan's at the cafe before Mitchell, idly smoking and paging through a book, a cup of coffee in front of him. He probably does notice Mitchell right away, but seems to be finishing his page before reacting.
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He does hesitate a minute by the table before taking a seat, then says, "Complete this sentence: out on the wiley, windy moors." He's only half-joking.
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Pulling out a chair to take a seat, he replies, "I got given front door keys to a house that isn't here." He's not really sure what to think about that yet, but they're there in his pocket.
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Someone comes over to take his order and he asks for a cup of coffee. Once they server is gone, Mitchell seems to have decided on a starting point. Begin from the beginning. "It was Lucy. The one I told you about. She was the one behind the attack, her and another man named Kemp." He fiddles with the table edge, eyes slightly cast down.
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"As you can imagine, I was pissed. So was Daisy. And it tipped me over the edge in a bad way."
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He'll just let that peter out. Ivan can no doubt guess what a disaster everything was.
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"Then Kemp managed to do something that forced Annie over to the other side. I came to my senses and we left, in fact we moved. Lucy came looking for us to apologise, Kemp followed and killed her." He doesn't really expect Ivan to care about those details so much, but it leads onto, "And then Annie managed to find a Door and drag him in with her. She was still trapped there, though. I found a way to cross over and get her."
You know how it is: do the dishes, pick up a pint of milk, cross over to Purgatory. The server comes back over and puts his coffee on the table and he smiles up at them with a 'thanks.' "That's mostly why I was so confused about this place."
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Although what he said was the truth to the best of his knowledge. McNair told only Herrick about a vampire named Daisy and, as far as Mitchell knows, only Cara resurrected Herrick.
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He was quiet, then, for a bit. "So you went clean again, after you moved. And found a way in and out of the afterlife, that's clever of you."
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There's a tight little smile as he remembers his interaction with Lia and her prophesy. "A wolf-shaped bullet."
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"And seeing as I'd recently been given a death sentence, I went about trying to find out how to come back to life. It didn't work. In the meantime, I was trying to stop being found out about the massacre, which didn't go well. First I was almost arrested, then someone covered it up. And I realised that whoever had done it would want a pretty big favour and I just...couldn't. Wyndham turned up at the end. So. I asked George to kill me. And he did."
There's a lot more to it, obviously. Parts of which he left out intentionally, parts which he might elaborate upon later. And behind it all, despite trying to keep things calm, his nerves still feel very, very fraught, which doesn't help.
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"He stabbed George's girlfriend, Nina. Then he put me and George in a cage, taunted him with it, tried to turn us against each other. A werewolf friend of George's came and I tricked us into getting out." He stares at the table as he speaks, remembering everything that had gone by in the last twenty-four hours all too clearly.
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Mitchell and Herrick had been like an abusive married couple ever since Mitchell was recruited, in Ivan's opinion. And in that vein, Herrick hadn't cared for anyone else getting their hands on Mitchell in any substantial way.
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"I killed him." And then he realises he may have to be a bit more specific. "Herrick, I mean. I killed him."
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