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"You've reached Ignis Scientia. Leave a message and I will endeavour to get back to you post-haste."

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From:

dedikated

( She's still itching with the anger and adrenaline that brings, her body twitching restlessly every time her mind drifts back to the visions that plagued each of them. It's a constant battle to drag herself back to reality, back to a centre that's calm and at least capable of getting through the day without twitching.

She stops by the Speakeasy more, which is saying something, sometimes to drink, sometimes just to do something. Sometimes she doesn't even go in. Just stands outside and changes her mind.

Today, she leaves, but not empty-handed. A bottle of wine - or the closest thing Hadriel has - in her hand, meandering her way through town until she reaches Ignis' apartment.

(We'll just say she knows where he lives. It's a small city, after all.)

Knock, knock. )

Hey.

( It's a thank you, sort of. As well as a desire for company. )

You busy?

From:

trashmouths

you know how you said you need to trust your instincts about whos gonna protect you

From:

multivitamins

what are your thoughts on gazebos?

From:

dedikated

Got to look into making moving targets one day.

( Good morning, Ignis. )

From:

dedikated

( She can do nothing when the SOS goes out but watch helplessly. Watch a friend be killed before her eyes by a god she liked, trusted - as clearly misguided as that was. The feeling hangs low and heavy on her shoulders, down her spine as she contacts Curufin and Nick. She knows where Glacius is, knows he'll be keeping tabs on Carlisle's location as swiftly as she's trying to organise this entire clusterfuck into something that keeps the clinic alive and safe and functioning.

But there are others she doesn't know the location of. Friends she wants to know are safe.

So, before she turns to the staff at large and tries to get things sorted, Kate dips further into the building and makes at least one more phone call.

Sure, she could just use the GPS, but-

She'd rather hear it from the Parakeet's mouth, so to speak. )

C'mon...

( Phones always take so long to dial, don't they? Especially when you want them to hurry up most. )

Where are you?

( Yeah. No hello. She's not good at that at the best of times, let alone when her voice is tinged with urgency that can't be held back.

For the love of gods she doesn't believe in, please be alright. )

From:

multivitamins

are you still alive????

From:

dedikated

( When it rains, it pours. The city, which so often feels entirely lacking of anything to do, is now filled with nothing but. A new planet to adjust to. The strange experience of two suns and barely any night. The clinic and guard HQs being rebuilt while they do without far too many things.

It's a good thing, in a way, that the pools are tainted with pieces of the gods. Drinking from the right (read: positive) water sources is all that keeps Kate from bristling at everything. Delight's betrayal. The attack on the city. Her total lack of powers. Today - about an hour after she gives up trying to move bits of debris from the new clinic building, when there's only the light of the smaller sun in the sky - there's a flood of warmth running through her that has little to do with the constant heat and more to do with the water she drank yesterday. An uncomfortably pleasant fuzziness which serves to remind her why they're taking the time and energy in this climate, with so much of their resources depleted, to continue rebuilding. Because the people of this city deserve it.

Although, that's really besides the point of why she's making her way up to a flat she now spends too much time visiting. For once, this visit doesn't involve Kate holding a bottle of wine. Rather, there's a familiar jacket tossed over one of her shoulders - one that's far too many inches long for her - that she's been intending to return, but, well...

Hadriel will do as Hadriel does, and make it all too difficult to return things promptly.

Knock knock, parakeet. )

You in?

From:

multivitamins

do you have an umbrella?

From:

dedikated

your kids are protective.

You know there's photos of us?

( Us. That's still weird to think. )

From:

stantheman

I think Eddie probably said weird things to kate about you.

But Richie was probably weird and inappropriate.

I try to keep them on a leash but...

Should I bribe someone to prank them?

$jocoeur: (:\)$

From:

jocoeur

Ignis—

I thought you might be interested to know that I managed to find some coffee beans while I was scavenging after the move. They're not in the best of shape but... I thought if anyone would be willing to try them with me, it would be you.

From:

knifecollecting

Hey, so, you good to your girlfriends?

From:

dedikated

You alright?

( She's reasonably sure he's been sensible enough to, you know, not go out in this. But still. )

From:

dedikated

( Good morning, world. Murderdesert. Whatever this planet is actually called. It's soon after sunrise, sunlight flooding the bedroom with warmth and Kate stretching out, arms raising over her head as she yawns and looks out the window.

For months, she'd hoped to see a real sun again, and now that she does, the night is too short even for her to catch the sunrise.

But it could be worse. Her hand finds the chest of the man lying next to her and Kate feels a smile tug the corners of her mouth as she sits up, pushing loose hair away from her face as she looks over. )

You up?

From:

nascere

Uh, Iggy?

You know how you're not supposed to put water on an oil fire?

From:

dedikated

( She may have - may have, though Kate would object to the idea - drank a smidgen too much when out with Henry.

Pride was at stake. Surely Ignis can understand that. And therefore forgive the late night knock on his door that follows a few moments of attempted and failed use of her own key, as though she was sure this was just her own place for a moment. )

Hey- Lemme in.

From:

hotspurred

[The background bustle of the Speakeasy can be heard for a brief moment before, somewhat suspiciously slurred and with a broken cadence, Henry speaks up.]

You ought... to pick up Kate.

From:

tongueamok

Where is she?

[He's seen the news today, oh boy.]

From:

dedikated

Got plans for lunch?

From:

dedikated

( Blankets end up halfway to her ankles when the sun starts to rise and heat soaks through the small studio house, the freezing night easily forgotten as morning begins to peek into the city. Something like morning, anyway. Hard to really consider any of it morning when the darkest hours are gone in the blink of an eye.

She doesn't feel the gut-twist of guilt right away, not while pressing fingers into the corners of her eyes to pull away sleep, too busy stirring to realise that something is off. Kate pushes hair that's fallen loose from her forehead and opens her eyes-

And that's when the ache comes. It knots her insides up with the same intensity those words said last month did, her head echoing with a song and dance it's used many a time, though never before in this context. How she hasn't said anything, that she should for once, rather than holding everything in and hoping that it's obvious. How after ten years she still hasn't made up for never saying it to her brother when she should have.

Should have seems to come up a lot in her life. Should have said more, sooner, done more. All these things she can't change which prick back at her stomach in a way she'd suppress by staying busy. It comes framed with the knowledge that there are these things here and now where she can avoid the should haves and the regret, with just a few little things.

But Ignis is still asleep and his breathing is still and even, so, for now, Kate shifts a little closer and curls her arm around his waist, saying nothing. )

From:

nascere

ig,;

From:

lifetothefullest

Hello Ignis; I don't think we've met, but I'm Lance. Kate asked me to contact you regarding coordinating the use of the guard headquarters as a temporary clinic location for anyone on the north island.

From:

dedikated

You up?

From:

dedikated

( In all honesty, Kate doesn't really need the key. The locks in Hadriel aren't exactly high class security, a hairpin would probably suffice to pick them. But it prevents her squatting down for minutes, fiddling with the lock. So she isn't going to complain; it makes this easier. And right now? The easier things are, the better. Lord only knows they've had enough challenges in this city - isn't it time to have some fun?

It is for Kate, at least. And with the flat blissfully empty, she tosses her coat over a chair and struts her way to Ignis' bedroom. It doesn't matter if he's in there or not; it might even be better that he isn't, giving her time to unwrap the fabric from around her hands, to perch herself on the bed and admire the fact that even Hadriel occasionally manages to get it right and provide lingerie that's more attractive than it is practical. Practical is nice and all, but it doesn't hug the lines and curves of her body in quite the same way.

It feels good, one of the many forgotten indulgences of back home, and her fingers slip under the band of her bra as she lies back on the bed, hair fanning out in a curtain beneath her, the makeshift restraints in a careless pile by her hip.

He better not take too long. She didn't come here to be bored and wait, after all. )

From:

dedikated

( There are more mornings than not where Kate wakes up first, even if she no longer uses that time to sit and watch the sun rise from the rooftops. It's a lifelong habit, but this world is almost perpetually overcast (says the chick who grew up in north west England but okay) and it becomes more and more pointless when there are other things to hold her attention.

Other things that make the day start better, which relax her and make mornings pleasant without having to climb onto the roof. And said person happens to be in bed with her right now.

Brown eyes linger on the back of his head for a moment, drift down to the languid rise and fall of his chest under the blankets, and the hand gently wrapped around his wrist shifts until her arm curls around his waist. It's early, but not so early that he should still be sleeping, in Kate's opinion, so she presses a kiss to his shoulder, a quick peck of lips as her fingers drift idly against his stomach. )