Exsilium - IC Contact

[bodilesswarrior]

Line 1:

This is Barbara. Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Line 2:

Oracle speaking.

Comments

crying

[bodilesswarrior]

[A new - oh, God.]

I'm sorry, Helena. [The words are quiet. Maybe she's jumping to the worst conclusion, but in this business, it's usually the right one.]

help me

[crossbearing]

Save it. It's ancient history.

( she just needs to go lie down alone in the dark okay. )

lies down

[bodilesswarrior]

Don't pull that bullshit with me. [But her tone remains gentle.]

Is there anything I can do?

excuse you i was lying here

[crossbearing]

( There's something frustrated in her sigh, but even so, she's relieved that Barbara can see through her. She just doesn't want to talk about it, think about it. )

No. I'll be on patrol if you need me.

( Sharp, harsh. That's the only way to get through things like this; find some criminals and beat them bloody. )

well you should know better

[bodilesswarrior]

[Usually, her voice would sharpen in response, but not now. Not this time.]

Okay.

I'll be here.

a stack of sadness, close relative to a stack of pancakes but with despair instead of syrup

[crossbearing]

( Thanks, she should say that. She hasn't got it in her right now.

It's inevitable in the lives they lead, but Vic Sage hadn't died in the field. He'd known he was dying and he hadn't told her. She might not be thinking ill of the dead, but she was certainly thinking some things.

A beat of silence, and she still should speak, but doesn't; the feed cuts. )