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[legolasoflasgalen]

“Where the hell have you been!?”~ Ivy (@wandofwillow)

“I… around,” he answered, waving his hand vaguely towards the East in a feeble attempt to appear like he had been on a well-planned, well-managed mission, instead of the chaos of a pursuit over fen and through forest, to follow the migration of the blue-bellied nightingale - one of these days, he simply had to find out just where they rested during the cold winter days.

[thornstocutyouwith]

Original post here. @wandofwillow

Narrowing his eyes a bit at her question. He felt the answer was obvious, but if it was something she needed to hear from an official, he was more than willing to oblige "Eventually, yes. You will." Though that tended to often come with old age "With age. Faster than others your age. But as of right now, with aid, you should be fine for a while still." He informed her. There was the frequent visits, but eyes were tricky, in most cases, once they started to go, it was only a matter of time. As one could not repair the systems entirely that connected the eyes to the brain. Any that had was met with difficulty in success. Personally he imagined she might want to try the route of cybernetics "You might want to look for other routes of vision."

[mischieftomake]

@wandofwillow​:  "My head is throbbing- nothing seems to be working. Any suggestions? You seem like the type that deals with them frequently."

“What exactly is it about me that suggests to you that I am particularly familiar with headaches? Or that I am interested in your suffering?” Loki tapped his pen irritably against the stack of notes he was poring over, a frown adorning his features. The assumption Ivy had made was correct; Even if he hadn’t been prone to headaches, anyone who had lived as long as he had was almost guaranteed to be more familiar with them than any human. But there was something about the assumption that he didn’t like nonetheless. There was some sort of comment about him hidden in there somewhere, even if he wasn’t sure what it was. 

“I might know a few simple healing spells I have found effective in the past. But I’m sure you know by now that I am not the charitable type.” 

[sir-rolcnd]

The witch waves timidly from across the busy street, although she is certain she is not mistaken- that must be Sir Roland.

Sir Roland did not want to admit that he was lost, he had fallen asleep in his car while he was being driven home. It was a long trip, so when he woke up and realized the car had stopped he was confused. Not realizing his driver had only pulled over to grab a bite to eat and use a restroom, Sir Roland left the vehicle and had then wandered off. The movement had caught his eye across the road, it had to be the only familiar face he’d seen in the last two hours. So he smiled and nodded in response, gesturing for her to come to him.

[storminmywake]

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@wandofwillow || continued from here x

John sat in their usual pub, in their usual corner, already nursing one fire whiskey, and considering ordering a second. He was debating with himself how long he should wait, because - unfortunate as it was to admit it - he didn’t know if Ivy would actually show.

Their rapport had been solid, even right up to The Incident and her convalescence. (He’d honestly been floored that he was one of the select people that she had permitted to visit her; he felt partially responsible for what had happened). Ivy was very much a dear friend, and in some ways he even saw her as a surrogate daughter. He held the utmost respect for her, and had hoped that regardless of the aftermath, that they would remain friends despite the different paths that life had brought them down. 

But, ever since she had returned home, he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her. He’d barely even heard from her in that time. And while he could have tried reaching out to her sooner, he’d always gotten busy just as he had been meaning to. He also partially refrained from doing so until now because he had wanted to give her time and space to come to terms with what had happened (he personally hated it when friends hovered; he wasn’t about to turn around and do what he hated to her). Still, he did wonder about his friend, and thought of her often enough. So when he finally did decide to pull out his hat from the force, he figured this was a good time to reach out.

Needless to say, he was relieved and thrilled when she finally did walk through the door. He wasn’t sure how much of his daft grin she would be able to see, but he wore it anyway as he stood and called out to her. “Over here, McKenna! ”

[thornstocutyouwith]

"Please tell me that my glasses prescription hasn't changed again- that will make it the third change this year." //from @wandofwillow, obvs lol

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Reese looked up and over toward the other, thinking about what to say to that. But, he really didn't have a whole lot to contribute the conversation, to be honest. Mostly he was busy with making sure everything was good for her to go with "Well, I'd bet you would prefer seeing, to not. So as much as it might be an issue, it could be worse." To say his 'bedside' manner was terrible would certainly be correct. Because he really didn't like to dance around with things and rather enjoyed getting straight to the point.

[legolasoflasgalen]

Her dark grey eyes widen “What? There’s a festival? No one ever tells me these things! Well now I MUST attend.”

--- "If you didn't know about it, then why were you here?"

[sir-rolcnd]

“Where did you run off to?”

“I was asked to possibly direct a few different films but their demands of me were far too ridiculous. They insisted that I should be nice to everyone on set if they are to hire me. Can you believe the audacity? I am always nice!”