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CODE   🔋 12:01 AM

REY

REGISTERED
"Rey."

ADDRESS
House 1401

MESSAGE
"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon. probably."

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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.

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[Good luck staying dry under the frequent rains, bro. At least it must be good for his garden. Rey hopes, anyway.]

Yeah, sure. It's good to get off that island sometimes, anyway. [Carlisle might be a homebody here with his cottage, but Rey gets antsy if she has to sit in one place for long.]

Thanks for the tea, by the way. Been trying to have non-alcoholic options in addition to everything else... And it's been good for the headaches.

[Which Rey can't seem to shake since she messed with her own head, but she tries not to complain too much.]

[tongueamok]

[He gives her a slightly worried look as he leads her to the cottage, holding the door open for her.]

Have they persisted, Miss Rey?

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[She's quick to take that invitation, as she'd rather not have this conversation all out in the open.]

They come and go, but the tea helps. Guess you can't be expected to fuck around with your own brain and not have that bite you in the ass, huh?

[tongueamok]

I... would assume not, no.

[He has no idea, frankly. He rubs at the back of his neck, his eyes on the floor, their glow much more obvious out of the sun.]

I will have you know I have been teaching Atem some things, though I don't believe he's quite ready for imbuing drinks yet.

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[She has noticed something looks off about him some time ago, and that's more than apparent now. Rey files that away for the time being, to comment on soon.]

Ah, he mentioned something about that. Said you were helping him with "a thing".

[Weirdly, he wasn't much more descriptive than that.]

[tongueamok]

Charms of protection against demonic energies.

[Yes, a thing.]

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Really? That's it?

[Why the hell did he have to be so secretive about something like that? She might have to nag at him about it later.]

[tongueamok]

That's it?

[His brow furrows, knitting in offense.]

To create enchantments powerful enough to be effective is no mere task, Miss Rey.

[circumitus]

[Rey raises her hands, in a "whoa there, calm down, boy" gesture.]

It's not meant to be an offense. Seriously. Just... The kid was being unnecessarily vague about it, for some reason.

[Was it supposed to be a surprise? Did Carlisle just ruin a surprise? Oh well.]

[tongueamok]

Vague?

[His confusion -- and her gesture -- seem to placate him.]

I see no reason for him to be vague when one of them is for you.

[If this was supposed to be a surprise, no one informed him.]

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[Rey has no idea, either. She remembers him saying something about not knowing who to trust. What did that have to do with this?]

Me, neither. But... whatever. [She decides not to drag Carlisle into this. If Atem's got something going on, she'll deal with it herself.] Going to assume the charm it has something to do with the "crew" who'll be on board the same ship as me.

[tongueamok]

There is a demon who will be traveling with you, or so I am told. He was hoping to keep you safe from her influence.

[And so was Carlisle, or he wouldn't have jumped into agreeing to do this the second Atem mentioned Rey.]

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That's right. [Rey's voice is low, clearly showing no affection for that woman.] Her "influence", though? What, does he think she can mind control me? [Snort.] Because you'd know how that works out.

[Again, she doesn't mean it in a derisive way towards Carlisle. For this, she sure as hell hopes that no one can take control of her at all, magical or otherwise.]

[tongueamok]

[She means no offense in that remark, but Carlisle seems to shrink anyway, if only for a moment. His arms cross, his gaze locking on her.]

I would, but demonic energy is quite different. It can taint you from within, a poison of the very soul. A demon does not need to control your body to ruin you.

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Lucky for me, it turns out I don't even have a normal soul.

[She doesn't sound too enthused by that, but it is what it is.]

Doesn't hurt to have some backup, though.

[tongueamok]

You are ever the puzzle, Miss Rey. If nothing else, as you said, extra precautions can do no harm.

[He turns from her and opens up the chest at the end of the bed on the far wall of the cabin, pulling out several jars of tea for her and lining them up on the table. He's clearly been busy, as each bottle has a label: about half of them are marked with "weaker," and the other are "stronger."

And then there is one jar of "strongest," the coloration a bit darker than the rest.]

I have made you an assortment, varying degrees of effectiveness for however your head is feeling. I will warn you that the concentrated one here should pack quite a punch, even for someone as peculiar as you.

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You wouldn't be the only one to--

[Before she can make a comment on Carlisle "puzzling" over her, she stops and at the collection that Carlisle presents her. That's a lot of magic tea, bro.]

Wait, you mean all of these are for... Don't you need this stuff, too? [For whatever his deal is. Seriously, man, you look like shit.]

[tongueamok]

[He lets out a polite chuckle.]

Ahah, no, of course not. I mean, I do, but I made these for you. Believe me, I have more in my apartment than I could possibly use in my time here.

[How unfortunate that he's being very literal about that.]

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[Hold up. What does he mean by "in my time here"?

[Looks like it's also time to address that elephant in the room.]

What, you think you have a checkout date you didn't bring up before or something?

[tongueamok]

[His eyes flick to her from the jars.]

Oh. Ah, I... wasn't aware it was pertinent information to you. Not that I- that I couldn't be spirited away at any moment, of course. Not all of us, um. Stay here for years. Or want to stay here, or don't want to go home. Or, um.

[Yeah, good save, Carlisle.]

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[Somehow, she's not convinced. His delivery doesn't do any wonders to inspire confidence, either.]

True, but that doesn't mean there's any guarantee if or when someone will be sent home.

And you look pretty fucked up as it is, more so than usual. You sick?

[It's hard not to notice, and even harder not to point that out now, because she has a sinking feeling that it might be related.]

[tongueamok]

[He straightens up, picking at that bandage on his arm. Not many know the full extent of what is happening to him -- Glacius, Ravine, Kate, Lance, perhaps -- but Miss Rey, for all she has done for him, deserves that closure.]

I am on an inevitable road toward my end, Miss Rey. Exhaustion comes and goes, but it lingers more than it ever has. Unless I am spirited back to my home soon, and it was as if I never left years ago, I will not leave this place.

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Ah.

[Oddly enough, she does not at all sound surprised. It's not like she hasn't noticed his poor health, how he can't even heal without it taking a physical toll on his body. Rey has seen many people die from deadly and terminal sicknesses before, and so this news doesn't come as harrowing or shocking as it would for some.]

Sounds like a lose-lose situation, no matter where you end up. Is there no treatment for it? [She can tell that he's changed in some ways, but for all she knows that's just part of the illness.]

[tongueamok]

[His tone remains even -- he's long accepted his death, and has begun to accept how sudden it is. Ravine's revelation gave him a shock, but also provided him with some sense of time -- and therefore direction, as he measures what days he has left like grains of sand in an hourglass.]

Not back home. The twice-cursed are damned to their fates... and worse, apparently. Perhaps here, I might be able to mitigate the effects, but it would only be delaying what is to come.

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[Rey has died a lot, herself. She's accepted the death process of her own self and the loss of others as a fact of life. But she knows that it's not the same as the inevitablity that Carlisle has resigned himself to. She can't even compare.]

Is that why you keep to yourself so much? Because you've known that this would happen?

[When people are sick, they often push away people more than try and build connections they know they will hurt eventually. It makes sense in the worst way.]