Would You Invite Me In Again?

[unheiring]

[Late in April, a note hastily appears within the netbooks. The handwriting is both shaky and heavy, and there are parts that almost look as if the pen had tore through the page.]

bar is closed.

[Sure enough, attempting to enter The Watchtower is a futile effort. The door appears to be barred, and a similar note has been left on the door. Peering in through the windows reveals an interior that almost looks ransacked. Keep looking, and you might even spot the spirit that would normally tend bar in his absence. The figure simply stares outside, unseeing but mournful all the same.

Linger any longer, and Polaris might swoop down. She won't attack or chase you off, merely tilt her head this way and that. Something has happened. She doesn't understand what.]

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[kingincognito]

That... that thing.

[ There's venom in his words as he spits them out. But it's a quiet fury, like a river that looks calm on the surface but will sooner drag you under and bash you against the rocks than send you floating gently along.

It's all he knows. The only thing he can think of to explain it.

But he can hear the desperation in Luca's voice, and it tempers it all down somewhat. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes. ]

I... Forgive me. I do not mean to unsettle you, I just...

[unheiring]

No, no, it's -

[The table groans beneath his grip. The only reason sparks don't dance along his fingers is the fact that the bracelet on his wrist remains. That reminder prompts him to lift his hand from the table and cup it against the metal circle. He feels its faint warmth, tries desperately to cling to it.]

You... should go. I need a moment. I'm - [He thinks to apologize, but can't force it out.]

[kingincognito]

[ It's... understandable. They're both rattled by this. They may be friends, but they are both taking this in wildly different ways, as any two people would.

They both need to separate. Just for now. Joshua, too, needs space. Or something. Founder, he doesn't know. ]

Right. I--

[ The words stick in his throat. A part of him wants to tell Luca to be safe. Another part wants to tell Luca that he'll return later. But a bigger part, one that clouds his senses and makes the ground feel uneven beneath his feet, eclipses the rest of it.

He swallow, nods, and turns to leave so quickly that he nearly stumbles out the door. He has to find Dion. ]