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[viking_seer]

"Anderson here. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Thanks."

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[viking_seer]

Do you need me to grab a bottle of basic antibiotics for you?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Probably.

I'm in the infirmary. Talk later.

[viking_seer]

[ She won't message back. Instead, she'll wait for a call. ]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[It's nearly a day later when he finally calls.]

Hey. Thanks for that.

[viking_seer]

Not a problem. Thanks for helping her out.

Did they give you antibiotics while you were in the infirmary or do you need the bottle I got?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Didn't think about telling them I wanted any.

[viking_seer]

Then you want to swing by my place or should I swing by yours?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I'll come by yours. I'm still scrubbing blood from mine.

[viking_seer]

I'm not squeamish if you want help with that.

[ It's an offer he can take or discard. ]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I'm not the sort who likes visitors.

[He had, in fact, boobytrapped his home to keep out everyone except his brothers.]

[viking_seer]

That's why I asked.

Come by when you you've got a minute.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Sure thing.

[It's about an hour later when he knocks at her door.]

[viking_seer]

[ She'll open the door and invite him into her main room when he knocks, taking a moment to look him over, checking his movement and watching his eyes to see how his pain levels are. ]

Come on in. Can I get you coffee or a soda?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Coffee's fine.

[He's hurting, but he's also slightly drunk to drown out the pain in his head and the pain in his arm.]

[viking_seer]

[ She'll go and get her thermos and pour out; she hasn't asked for a kitchen or anything, hasn't felt the need, but she has a mini-fridge and a coffee maker and a little 'station' where she can mix up liquid meals. It's all she needs with the dining hall around.

She'll push the coffee mug over to him, black, and accompany it with a couple of sugar packets. It's a guess.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He steps fully into her cabin, taking in the rather familiar feeling of it. It reminds him of John's log mansion, in a way, but the more he looks, tye more it feels like the Grand View and he feels - oddly disturbed by that.

Hm.

He takes the coffee with a nod and leaves the sugar behind.]

Thanks.

This where you live?

[viking_seer]

[ There's a look around before- ]

Oh. Nooo. No way. This was just my last field office, in a place called Bright Falls, Washington.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You brought your office?

Workaholic, huh?

[He sips at the coffee, finding a chair to sit on.]

[viking_seer]

[ That's a shrug. Yeah, she loves her work. No hiding that. ]

I won't deny that. I love what I do.

And I consider myself still on my last case. My deal has to do with what happened there.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

So you're planning on cheating?

[He's mostly teasing, grinning over the rim of the cup.]

[viking_seer]

It's only cheating if you get caught.

[ But there's a little bit of something less cavalier in her smile. ]

I made a mistake. It cost someone else. I owe it to him, and his brother, to get him back.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

And you need a deal for that.

[He shrugs.]

Sounds cut and dry.

[viking_seer]

[ She nods. ]

What took him is supernatural in nature. He's not dead, but the only process we know for getting people back would probably kill him. The Admiral seemed like a safer option.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You know, the way that people talk casually about supernatural bullshit around here is crazy.

[He's grown used to it himself and he kind of hates it.]

[viking_seer]

About a week before I came here? I would have thought people were talking about some sort of group psychosis.

[ She is sympathizing. Very clearly. No matter how weird her existence might be at this point, she'd thought she was normal for most of her life. Clever, good at putting together information, but normal. ]