#immortal's_mail

[ask-dr-breen]

Dude, fuck you. I know it was you who took my mug from the cupboard. Asshole.

- @agentlament

"No, fuck you. You stole my freshly baked pastries!"

[ask-dr-breen]

Dude. I think I've mixed up our coffee cups in the cafeteria yesterday. I just left the medbay with heart palpitations. Do you enjoy torturing yourself with coffee on a daily basis that much? I get immortality but that's just TORTURE

- @agentlament

"Ah, that's why it tasted like nothing..."

"Sorry, Troy! I think we really did swap our coffees! And I'm not that bad! You would get stronger coffees, too, if you were immortal and had built up a slight immunity to caffeine over time!"

[ask-dr-breen]

I knocked down the cross..I'm sorry...

-@bernadette-loves-ducks

"Shi- shoot. Stay calm, I'm coming. Don't let anyone come near you, ok?"

He got out of his office fast and ran to her room.

" @ask-underwood @alistair-morrison the cross in Bernardette's room is down!"

[ask-dr-breen]

M-Mister...Mister Breen..M-my "mom" k-keeps s-saying sh-she's gonna..gonna take m-me!

Bernadette rubbed her eyes a bit.

-@bernadette-loves-ducks

"Oh? Is she really?"

Elias crouched down to allow Bernardette to be picked up if she wanted to. Yeah, no. Whoever this 'mom' was, she would have to go through him to get to Bernardette. And he knew that many other people would do the same.

"Would you lime to meet my daughter? She might look a bit scary, but I promise she's a sweetheart."

He asked her, hoping to both distract her and offer her more protection in the form of the demoness he called his daughter.

[ask-dr-breen]

Elias was hiding in a small wooded area, had been for the past... was it a full day, by now? Or more?

Someone was beside him, holding onto his arm as the two were nestled on the brances of a large tree, hidden by the thick foliage.

He could still hear the soldiers—were they even true soldiers? Or were they mercenaries?—searching the area. Ugh, he absolutely despised those GoIs, the ones that only wanted to kill the anomalous. This one was even worse, as he's heard them commenting about 'selling prices' or some shit.

The small figure, still fully hidden by a hooded cape, flinched at a particularly close order shouted by one of the soldiers, huddling against Elias's side, who held them close.

The Immortal took a small notebook he always had on himself, alongside a pencil—curse him for forgetting his phone back at the Site—and started writing a message. Then, he teleported it away.

He could only hope that @thealtoclef would get it on time...

[ask-dr-breen]

*knock knock* "Breen" *knock knock* "Breen" *knock knock* "Breen"

Seems like Angie needs something

The door opened, Elias already standing up from his desk—he had probably used a burst of telekinesis to open the door.

"Angie? What is it?"

[ask-dr-breen]

He........y..... *blinks before pulling out a piece a paper that simply says; "where u get tat? want necklace, look prety" and pointing at the gem again*

"... it's not even a necklace. It's a round amulet literally fused to my chest. Why do you even want to know?"

He exhales, before sending a message to @o5-10-the-archivist

"They contacted me. They apparently want 963-1, but they think it's a necklace."

[ask-dr-breen]

we haven't had the chance to talk have we?

How you been lately? Anything new?

[Edith sat in a chair in front of his desk, crossing her legs(one over the other), she conjured two coffee mugs again.]

-@dr-edith-tilman

"Ah, hello. You're right, we haven't talked in a while."

He gratefully took one of the cups, taking a sip of coffee.

"I'm doing... nicely, I guess. Some personal matters, but nothing too bad. What about you?"