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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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voice; encrypted

[the_caped_crusader]

You missed your appointment.

[pummelgranite]

[ Being an upset teenager, Persephone had spent no insignificant amount of mental energy obsessing over imagined versions of their next conversation. She came up with some really good lines, depending on he comes at her.

This, however, was not what as expected. ]

. . . what? Are you serious?

[the_caped_crusader]

When am I not.

[pummelgranite]

[ She gives her not-a-laugh snort, but does not sound amused. ]

I thought you were "really tired of this."

[the_caped_crusader]

You seem like you're getting things under control now.

[pummelgranite]

[ WHY IS HE ALWAYS SO GOD DAMN INSCRUTABLE ]

Excuse me?

[the_caped_crusader]

You've been soliciting on an open network. It doesn't take a detective to notice.

[Get it? Because he's the world's greatest-- forget it.]

[pummelgranite]

[ There is silence on the other end of the line as three thousand flabbergasted-yet-incredibly-snotty remarks form in her mind all at once, and she is rendered briefly unable to say anything at all. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

Anyway, you're free on the 11th. I rescheduled you for then. Bring thirty-five dollars with you.

[pummelgranite]

[ A thousand more retorts come to mind, and a thousand thousand after that. Somehow, she settles on this: ]

You hacked my calendar!?

[the_caped_crusader]

I called your manager.

[Not everything is fuckin' Mission Impossible, Persephone.]

[pummelgranite]

Whatever- . . . Just- back up a minute.


What, exactly, makes you think I still want you experimenting on me?

[the_caped_crusader]

Well, you seem to be going through a whole lot of trouble to keep singing safely if your whole plan is to go insane and die in a year.

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh. But you're not the only one working on a solution.

[the_caped_crusader]

If you're talking about John Constantine, I'd strongly reconsider.

[pummelgranite]

[ There's a pause long enough to be telling, but just in case she's not like-a-book-readable enough, she adds: ]

It's not just John.

[the_caped_crusader]

What is this, hard ball? I'm not interested. Either you'll tell me or you won't.

[pummelgranite]

What the fuck is- Woden. Who already has tech that works with our divinity and I know for a fact won't fuck with me.

[the_caped_crusader]

And what makes you think that, exactly.

[pummelgranite]

Because he's a consummate coward and completely terrified of me.

[the_caped_crusader]

Well, that 'consummate coward' put a bomb on your wrist. I disarmed it last week.

[A pause.]

Don't let me ruin your pretense, though.

[pummelgranite]

[ Wow, there are a lot of swears that are happening now. Where did she even learn such vulgar things? I for one blame all the Rock n Roll. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

So, next Wednesday, then?

[pummelgranite]

Fine.


35 you said?

[the_caped_crusader]

Uhuh.