All the better that she has the sort of personality that might shrug off a less-than-pleasant interaction the last they spoke; Weir certainly was not going to be the one to reach out first, at least not so soon.
But here she is, a "video" playing across the screen of his device, so bloody tiny of a thing, yet she still comes in crystal clear. Sharpness of display and audio that feels utterly surreal to hold in the palm of his hand. And have no doubt he is making a face more and more as the message plays out.
Eventually, he sends a message back, at least as soon as he wraps his mind around the fact that this was not a "live" recording of a moment happening in the here and now.]
[If this phone wasn't so useful in literally every other way, he'd as soon chuck it off the top of a building. Being "connected" 24/7 is not a new concept to him, at least insofar as a certain voice in his head used to apply, but this is a new level altogether.
There's a long delay before a response comes through.]
And what we spoke of last? You'll opt to ignore it?
I'll keep it it mind. There's not much else to do until then. I don't really operate on thinking about danger until it's clear and present.
[At this point, she would joke that Weir is the most likely to attempt to murder her but that's morbid even for Monts.]
Also, remember you asked me if I felt any different the first time we met? That's pretty much where I'm at right now. Different. Held back. But even if I was in my usual state I'd still be making jokes about grooming yourself.
[It'll have to do for now. Time and space has given him... Well, not more malleability, but the distance to realign his thoughts and focus on what he actually could glean from her: mostly, this. Her knowledge regarding this technology for now.
He'll not forget about that thing on her neck, but that just means he'll have to always be on his guard around her. Nothing new for a man like him in a strange place.]
I'll tie my hair back, just for you.
[Sarcasm! He won't!]
When you say held back, do you mean substantially?
[If one asked Monts, she would say twenty years of living under the radar with only one major turning point was a pretty good streak. It's been a year since then and she doesn't want to know if she's capable of reverting back to that state within such a short amount of time.
Booo But okay, I'll play Yes and no. Yes, I think my usual level is down a few notches, no because it's not like I've ever utilized much of anything except for a few cases.
It's weird having average strength now. Maybe I should work out properly just in case. But on the other hand, it's kind of nice. Like it matches me more.
[He'd suggest she shouldn't neglect her physical strength; he certainly does not mean to. But he's not her dad, and he doesn't care quite that much, so... he doesn't.]
There are parts I enjoy. But there are more parts that I dislike, being stripped of certain abilities without understanding how, or why. Knowing only that there is something more powerful than us that can do so on a whim.
I'm sort of indifferent Not sure how else to describe it.
[Because Monts was not some scrappy misunderstood heroine who, after a character-defining crisis, decided to rise up to the challenge and use her powers for good. She didn't have the moral fiber for that sort of endeavor nor the endurance.
That and she didn't completely understand herself yet.]
You really hate being in the dark, don't you Weir?
[Indifference. Is that better or worse than flat-out incompetence? An argument could be made for either, yet somehow this still doesn't surprise him.
She has the air of someone whose flexibility with a situation reaches an extreme that makes Weir uncomfortable.]
I hate not knowing what will happen, yes. The sort of true danger we could be in. How long we will be here, or if there is a way back home at all. What they plan to do with us.
How can you be indifferent to that?
Aren't you at least angry? Afraid? Something, anything?
[She doesn't like being in the dark either but that's just how she's existed and continues to exist with only a torch to guide the way now that she knows that there's more to her own world than she realized. But it's still that, only a torch. The reach is limited and the walls around her are obscure.
Weir's questions are prominent, in-her-face. Does she feel anything?
Monts looks at her finger that had the knife cut. It's almost all healed up now. It took longer, much longer, perhaps a normal amount of time. Was it normal? Her sense of normality has always been screwed up.
And there's a good chance that this city will screw it up even more.]
I mean, I'm worried about my grandparents. I might have mentioned that. It would be nice to know that they're alright even though they're plenty tough without me.
And my boss is a witch, she'll manage.
[Sorry Iona.]
It could be that because of the way I am, my reactions are not the norm.
[Because of her lack of pain. But she's not telling him that.]
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All the better that she has the sort of personality that might shrug off a less-than-pleasant interaction the last they spoke; Weir certainly was not going to be the one to reach out first, at least not so soon.
But here she is, a "video" playing across the screen of his device, so bloody tiny of a thing, yet she still comes in crystal clear. Sharpness of display and audio that feels utterly surreal to hold in the palm of his hand. And have no doubt he is making a face more and more as the message plays out.
Eventually, he sends a message back, at least as soon as he wraps his mind around the fact that this was not a "live" recording of a moment happening in the here and now.]
I know what gesticulating means.
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Have you brushed your hair though?
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My hair is fine.
Are you sure your generous offer was not just a thinly-veiled excuse to let loose insults my way?
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Friend or foe, no one is safe.
Anyways, back to business. Are you in or out regarding learning how to use the other functions of your device?
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There's a long delay before a response comes through.]
And what we spoke of last? You'll opt to ignore it?
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[At this point, she would joke that Weir is the most likely to attempt to murder her but that's morbid even for Monts.]
Also, remember you asked me if I felt any different the first time we met?
That's pretty much where I'm at right now.
Different. Held back.
But even if I was in my usual state
I'd still be making jokes about grooming yourself.
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[It'll have to do for now. Time and space has given him... Well, not more malleability, but the distance to realign his thoughts and focus on what he actually could glean from her: mostly, this. Her knowledge regarding this technology for now.
He'll not forget about that thing on her neck, but that just means he'll have to always be on his guard around her. Nothing new for a man like him in a strange place.]
I'll tie my hair back, just for you.
[Sarcasm! He won't!]
When you say held back, do you mean substantially?
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[If one asked Monts, she would say twenty years of living under the radar with only one major turning point was a pretty good streak. It's been a year since then and she doesn't want to know if she's capable of reverting back to that state within such a short amount of time.
So for now, she's just. Her.]
I think so.
But anyway
Technology time
When can you meet up?
[Changing the topic deliberately again.]
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Substantially held back, yes or no? I'm not even asking for details. I only want to compare.
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But okay, I'll play
Yes and no. Yes, I think my usual level is down a few notches, no because it's not like I've ever utilized much of anything except for a few cases.
[Like, boxes are heavy now :(]
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A few cases? So your strength, then.
[But "down a few notches" at least is consistent with what he's experienced thus far, too.
Maybe more than just a few notches.]
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But on the other hand, it's kind of nice. Like it matches me more.
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There are parts I enjoy. But there are more parts that I dislike, being stripped of certain abilities without understanding how, or why. Knowing only that there is something more powerful than us that can do so on a whim.
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Not sure how else to describe it.
[Because Monts was not some scrappy misunderstood heroine who, after a character-defining crisis, decided to rise up to the challenge and use her powers for good. She didn't have the moral fiber for that sort of endeavor nor the endurance.
That and she didn't completely understand herself yet.]
You really hate being in the dark, don't you Weir?
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She has the air of someone whose flexibility with a situation reaches an extreme that makes Weir uncomfortable.]
I hate not knowing what will happen, yes. The sort of true danger we could be in. How long we will be here, or if there is a way back home at all. What they plan to do with us.
How can you be indifferent to that?
Aren't you at least angry? Afraid? Something, anything?
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Weir's questions are prominent, in-her-face. Does she feel anything?
Monts looks at her finger that had the knife cut. It's almost all healed up now. It took longer, much longer, perhaps a normal amount of time. Was it normal? Her sense of normality has always been screwed up.
And there's a good chance that this city will screw it up even more.]
I'm uncertain
Unsure
Like
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Should I be more hysterical?
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[In his humble opinion.]
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It would be nice to know that they're alright even though they're plenty tough without me.
And my boss is a witch, she'll manage.
[Sorry Iona.]
It could be that because of the way I am, my reactions are not the norm.
[Because of her lack of pain. But she's not telling him that.]
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[Weir's concerns center wholly around him. Again, it's a contrast of perspectives.]
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But it doesn't manifest in a way that's familiar to people.
Or to you for that matter.
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[But he won't argue this point further. Not today. Seems like a waste of effort for these slow-typing fingers, help.]
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My dad?
[Thank you for worrying about her Dad I mean]
I kid, I kid.
Let me know when you want to meet up and I'll help you record some videos.
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Thusly, ignoring that.]
Are you free and able now?
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Come on over to the coffee shop.
I'll send you directions.
You'll get to learn and have a bit of coffee to drink!
Aren't you excited?
😊😊😊
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[The irreverence might as well be dripping from those texted words.]
Send me the path I ought to take and I'll be there soon.
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