[Written/Action] 018

[fallenambitions]

[...Someone is slowly regaining consciousness and finding himself someplace he hasn't seen for god knows how long. Alexei has been tossed back into Luceti, left sitting up against a building near the barracks, where he had been previously taken. It's probably a community building. Once he could feel his arm, he presses his hand against his forehead. He had this horrible headache, and it was making it difficult for him to focus or even move. Any sort of movement just felt disorientating.

So rather then battle against it, he'll just sit there for a moment and hope it'll soon pass. He may as well just look through the journal and say-...he frowsn, deciding to write instead.]

Can someone tell me what today's date is?

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[fallenambitions]

[...]

Have a remedy for headaches?

[inabook]

[well, her magic doesn't do much for that, but...] Actually, I have some medicine I got from the clinic that seems to be effective.

[fallenambitions]

Sure you want to go out of your way just to help me? I don't wish to trouble you over something as trivial as this.

[inabook]

It's no trouble, really. Where can I find you?

[Filter]

[fallenambitions]

[...no trouble.]

I'll have something for you as payment, for ris coming here to help me. I'll be sitting near one of the buildings by the barracks.

[Filter]

[inabook]

I really don't need anything like that, but I'll be there soon.

[Filter->Action]

[fallenambitions]

[Well, he's got nothing to say to that and just waits. He'll probably be writing something on a piece of paper he had torn out from the journal when Estelle arrives, or resting. One of the two.]

[Action]

[inabook]

[and she comes walking up, completely unsuspecting, looking for a sick person...]

[inabook]

[inabook]

...Alexei?

[she's not sure what to do. This is where the person said they'd be, but if he's here... She can't stay.]

[fallenambitions]

[He glances over at her.]

...[Alexei just shows her a folded piece of paper he had in his hand, and hope she gets the message he's not looking for trouble. It's payment.]

[inabook]

[it can't be...] Are you... the one who was writing to me?

[fallenambitions]

...[He's write out the answer on a piece of scrap paper he pulled out from the journal. "Yes" Handwriting look familiar?]

[inabook]

[she wants to ask something like "why didn't you say anything? What do you want?" but the writing...]

...Is something wrong with your voice?

[fallenambitions]

[One word is probably enough for her to understand. His headache is making it hard for him to concentrate as is. "Malnosso"]

[inabook]

[......] I see.

[she hesitates. This is Alexei. She shouldn't be anywhere near him... but he's also injured, and in need of help. She's conflicted.

After a minute, though... she hesitantly moves forward, holding out the medicine bottle labeled 'ibuprofen' she'd taken from the clinic.] Here.

[fallenambitions]

[Not to mention unarm. He reaches with the hand that had the folded paper as they trade. He made it quick and didn't look directly at her. When she opens the paper she'll find a list...something similarly written out at least.]

[inabook]

[she hesitantly takes it, unfolding and frowning at the list of names. Most of them she recognizes from various warnings...] What is this for?

[fallenambitions]

...[Kind of giving Estelle an incredulous look. "What do you think? This place doesn't exactly have a ready list of who is dangerous for the general public to look at." And if what he's heard about the increasing activity is true, may as well start keeping track.]

[inabook]

[she's still confused as to why Alexei would care... or give it to her. But, he does have a point...] I'll pass it on. [to Yuri, but she won't say that right now.]

[fallenambitions]

[He nods, taking this time to take the medicine she had brought. Then he writes out, "Thank you."]

[inabook]

...You're welcome.

[she clutches the paper he gave her, still looking uncertain.] I... should be going now.

[fallenambitions]

...

[He nods, a delay response. Must have had something else to say, but he decided against it. So much for his secrecy now that he blew his cover.]