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[eiremagic]

[There's the sound of a crash, and a crunch, and then buttonmashing]

Matt! I think this bloody thing broke! I'm tryin' to record me bleedin' message and...

Oh, I think...oh shite.

Uh. Hey. This is Eden. Leave one. If yeh want.

Matt how do I get this bloody thing to shut off?

[BEEP]

1 -> TEXTS
2 -> VOICEMAIL
3 -> PAGE

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[eiremagic]

jjjjjjjjjj?

why the bloody hell would i make elf outfits?

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[AUDIO]

[eiremagic]

[Ringringringring]

[AUDIO]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

The device you are calling has been switched off. Please try again later.

[Action]

[eiremagic]

[She tracks him almost by instinct, and she's in the room only a few minutes after the phone call. Chase might see the air distort, as if by heat as she passes through, stumbling.]

[Action]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[The high arched morgue windows are already broken, a bright green painted dragon beating its wings back into the sky. Chase looks like he's been picked up and dropped onto one of the metal gurneys, blood seeping out through three long rips through his shirt. Other than the wrecked cotton, the wounds are shallow.

He doesn't see the air distort, attention still on the shattered glass on the other side of the room.]

[Action]

[eiremagic]

[She pulls a gun and carries it low, and she's moving across the room towards Chase.]

Chase, Chase, are yeh...

[She looks him over]

Are yeh okay?

[She doesn't move to touch him yet, because she knows that sometimes the adrenaline makes someone fight before they think]

[Action]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[Not him, this time. He's disoriented for a second as he turns to look for the voice - she hadn't seen had she - and then something dark clouds the blue in his stare. He presses a hand over the scratches, testing the depth.]

I'm. I'm... fine.

[Action]

[eiremagic]

[She's got the gun firmly in one hand and she's looking around.]

Yeh're sure?

[And she moves closer to him, offering her other hand]

[Action]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

It's a flesh wound.

[No humour to a joke she won't get anyway. He ignores the offer, gripping the edge of the table with both hands and lowering himself down on vaguely unsteady legs.]

[Action]

[eiremagic]

Chase...

[She knows that sometimes these wounds don't register right away]

[Action]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[And he knows wounds, though he unfastens the remaining buttons to check. He looks like more has been drained out of him that a little spilt blood.]

I'm fine. Didn't mean to worry you.

[Action]

[eiremagic]

What happened?