fade rift. inbox.

[dissono]

for private scenes and correspondence.
non-urgent crystal messages will be responded to by letter at his earliest convenience.

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[dissono]

( this doesn't sound urgent, so ordinarily, gervais wouldn't answer it directly. he prefers, on the whole, to conduct his affairs via the written word—over which he has always had far more control, can use much more effectively.

what it does sound, however, is like something he might prefer not to have a fucking paper trail. )

Wh-wh-wh-which is.

( the task. the point, maximoff, get to it. )

[supersonic]

Apparently there were apostates here once, before the rebellion. Anders' network. Most of them are likely gone, but chances are not all. Worth a look, at any rate, to see what we've got to work with.

[ You know, in case everything goes tits-up tomorrow and they need all the help they can get. ]

The alienage, I can cover on my own, but I am not fool enough to go poking my nose around Darktown alone.

[dissono]

( he mulls that over a short time.

eventually: )

D-d-d-

( his mouth tightens, unseen, with irritation. )

Develop an in—an int—an interest. In healing.

[supersonic]

If you had seen my attempts at healing, you wouldn't encourage it. Ask Isaac about the crispy pigeon, one of these days.

[ But he's aware this isn't a long-term career suggestion. ]

I am willing to take another stab at it, however, if it suits you.

[dissono]

I, ah, I—I—I will find a patient.

Y-y-y-you will, ah, you will, you will, ah, ah—assist me.

( they'll do some charity. bitches love charity.

and if anyone wants to know why they were in darktown, there will be blood enough to answer. )