[ All body parts accounted for? Chloe you're not allowed to lose body parts. Or get hurt bad. ]
Right, it's just... [ A beat. ] Do we have more of a description of this Talbot guy other than his dress code? [ She's been mulling over it since she got here, half concerned that her suspicions are correct. God please let them not be correct. ]
You mean before we'd even spoken? Christ. Elena, you could've been--
[No, no, she cuts herself off before she even bothers saying it. It's horrid enough that she wasn't fast enough (or maybe keen enough)to catch the bastard lurking about, much less lurking near her.]
Fine. Fine, just-- look, we need to think of a way to keep watch on one another, yeah? Stick with Charlie, if not with me. Or Victor. We've got Talbot on a truce right now, but I'd rather not press things until we know for sure he's not going to slit our throats in the night.
Yeah, I thought so, too. Sort of the reason why I gave the bastard the option.
But I don't expect it to last forever, so just...be on your guard, all right, sunshine?
[It goes without saying that she cares, which is good, because Chloe isn't at all good at saying she cares. This is as much of an effort as she's capable of making aside from the suggestion of running away to a warm beach somewhere, and unfortunately, this world doesn't have any.]
I will, I promise. [ She knows and she understands all those things left unsaid. But hey at least Elena knows what the bastard looks like now, she knows who to avoid like the plague, and well she's the careful one; the one unlikely to hunt Talbot down and do something stupid. Something good come out of this. ]
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Sorry, missed the last one; was busy handling one of those weird, science-fiction type monsters. What's up?
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[ All body parts accounted for? Chloe you're not allowed to lose body parts. Or get hurt bad. ]
Right, it's just... [ A beat. ] Do we have more of a description of this Talbot guy other than his dress code? [ She's been mulling over it since she got here, half concerned that her suspicions are correct. God please let them not be correct. ]
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[Well that's an interesting question, isn't it? Not to mention a concerning one...]
Dark hair, fake tan, mole on the right cheek so large you couldn't miss it if you tried.
...why.
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Oh my god.
[ Dammit. Dammit. She's right, of all the times to be right about something... this is the one thing she wanted very much to be wrong about. ]
I've seen him, hell I've met him.
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[Elena you are not Chloe; you are not a bloody con-artist, you are not authorized to talk to him, IS THIS WHAT CHARLIE FELT LIKE?]
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It was a few days ago when I arrived, I had no idea Chloe.
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[No, no, she cuts herself off before she even bothers saying it. It's horrid enough that she wasn't fast enough (or maybe keen enough)to catch the bastard lurking about, much less lurking near her.]
Did he know who you were?
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[ She's lucky to be breathing, or hell she's lucky she hadn't been drugged. ]
He did. [ Which makes this entire thing fifty times worse. ]
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Fine. Fine, just-- look, we need to think of a way to keep watch on one another, yeah? Stick with Charlie, if not with me. Or Victor. We've got Talbot on a truce right now, but I'd rather not press things until we know for sure he's not going to slit our throats in the night.
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Got it. [ Inhale, exhale. ] A truce? That's going to make it easier to sleep at night.
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But I don't expect it to last forever, so just...be on your guard, all right, sunshine?
[It goes without saying that she cares, which is good, because Chloe isn't at all good at saying she cares. This is as much of an effort as she's capable of making aside from the suggestion of running away to a warm beach somewhere, and unfortunately, this world doesn't have any.]
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I'll see you soon.