[So. Sometime during the early afternoon, Connor is going to receive a very eloquent, thoughtful text from North.
Which is to say, he's going to be greeted by this bullshit after North gets her ass kicked by the fighting ring dummies and accidentally slaps her thumb over the screen.]
F
[That's it. That's all she wrote, folks. Go pretend it's the key to Jericho or something.]
What is this "F" from North of all people, the deviant he had located (run into, Connor) when the fresh wave of arrivals had been sprung upon the Temple? Is it supposed to mean something? Is it a clue? A lead? Misdirection? Mockery?
He spends far too much time thinking about this before a reply volleys through.]
If you think Connor wasn't staring at his screen for those 10 whole minutes, you are very wrong. And only to be met with this response? He shouldn't be surprised. Deviants.]
You're the one who messaged me. If you had nothing to say at all, then why even bother?
You’re deflecting because I’m right, North. You see the “F”. You’re the one lacking in common sense if you can’t be bothered to pay attention with whom or what you’re texting.
What are you doing, exactly, that has you so distracted?
[Hm. Depends on whether or not her current lodgings are considered part of the Costco parking lot, since that's where she fucked off to during those ten minutes. And now that he isn't replying, she knows better than to be out in the open.
Does Connor want to try knocking on everyone's door?]
[Considering that Connor has a habit of just not actually catching deviants these days, it’s only natural that he misses her. At some point he does swing across the arena, but she’s long gone by then, and after trekking through the Temple, North frustratingly seems to have ghosted away.
He hasn’t checked every individual room, though, and the stubborn part of him almost is tempted to do so, if not for the fact that he’d be acting as a disturbance to practically everyone in the interim.]
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text.
Which is to say, he's going to be greeted by this bullshit after North gets her ass kicked by the fighting ring dummies and accidentally slaps her thumb over the screen.]
F
[That's it. That's all she wrote, folks. Go pretend it's the key to Jericho or something.]
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What is this "F" from North of all people, the deviant he had located (run into, Connor) when the fresh wave of arrivals had been sprung upon the Temple? Is it supposed to mean something? Is it a clue? A lead? Misdirection? Mockery?
He spends far too much time thinking about this before a reply volleys through.]
What is this?
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So.
That's gonna be staring at him in the face for a while.]
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2) No.
3) No.
4) Hell no.
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If you think Connor wasn't staring at his screen for those 10 whole minutes, you are very wrong. And only to be met with this response? He shouldn't be surprised. Deviants.]
You're the one who messaged me. If you had nothing to say at all, then why even bother?
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[narrator voice: but she did.]
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Check your messages.
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Shit.]
Are you malfunctioning, Connor?
The only thing I see is that your masters neglected to teach you common sense. And to think they expect you to stop the inevitable.
[If she's gonna get dragged for a butt text, then she's going to drag him down with her or die trying. Thanks.]
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What are you doing, exactly, that has you so distracted?
[TO BUTT TEXT HIM.]
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[LET HER LIVE!!]
It's none of your business.
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And what am I supposed to think, when someone such as yourself sends me a text out of the blue?
The Temple isn’t overly large. I could literally go for a walk and find you.
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No, you wouldn't. If you could, you would have done so by now.
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[Is that a CHALLENGE.]
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[COME MEET HER AT THE COSTCO PARKING LOT.]
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Will North remain in the Costco parking lot.]
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Does Connor want to try knocking on everyone's door?]
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He hasn’t checked every individual room, though, and the stubborn part of him almost is tempted to do so, if not for the fact that he’d be acting as a disturbance to practically everyone in the interim.]
Hiding away? Nothing unusual, I suppose.
[SALT]
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Someone sounds upset. Did things not go as you expected?
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[Ignoring the question like a pro.]
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[You can almost hear her sigh, right there.]
Your threats are almost starting to sound repetitive, Connor.
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Where were you?
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