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[artista]

( oh hey, what's that john? is that your phone ringing. because it sure sounds like "beauty school dropout" to me. )

[hellblaze]

[ Zed. Why.

John picks up the phone with a snide look on his face. ]

Now why on God's good green Earth did you pick that bloody trash for a ringtone? Zed.

[artista]

( it's your own fault john. she found your linkdin page. )

I thought it suited you.

[hellblaze]

[ Bollocks. That isn't his! Chas set it up! ]

Oh, well, thanks for that. I'm so glad you think you know what musical tastes fit my bloody mobile. [ You could of at least gone with SEX PISTOLS GOD. ]

[artista]

( for a con man, you're not very convincing. )

Anytime. So, Master of the Dark Arts?

[hellblaze]

[ only cause you are psychic. ]

Haven't had the time to change the voicemail, with saving the world from the Rising Darkness and Fallen angels. Though it does leave one wondering why you are calling instead of popping in at the mill house.

[artista]

Actually I found your Linkdin. Does it even work?

( pause. because she's making a face right now. )

You dropped me off at my apartment. I'm... ( she's still not feeling good, no she's feeling awful. pure concentrated evil. it really makes you feel like... crap.

there is a long pause. )

...come and get me?

[hellblaze]

Linkdin? What the bloody hell is that? [ Lies rell me sweet little lies. I have no idea what you mean Zed. ]

You realixe thay Chas is the one with the cabby service, yeah?

[ Except that Chas isn't around and he hasn't got a legal drivers license. Thougg he did doctor one up to fool a suspecting cop. John holds the phone to his ear as he moves to the map. Nothing new.

He notes her silence.]

Alright. What'd wrong? The only thing you're ever vague about is that past of yours.

[artista]

Seriously? ( and she thought she didn't get out much. ) Chas is busy, and I know you can drive, John. You're just lazy.

I'm fine... ( she's silent again, because no. no she's not okay. she's far from it right now. she can't control her visions or her dreams. they're all dark and terrifying. it feels like they're about to swallow her up - consume her completely. she feels weak, tainted... she isn't sure how to explain any of that though. )

Just come get me.

[hellblaze]

Lazy? I'm fighting a bloody war here. There's nothing lazy about that!

[ He sighs though as he grabs his coat. ]

Not until you're a bit less mysterious about it, luv.

[artista]

( she sighs. right now she's curled up on the couch and doesn't really feel like moving. because even moving feels off - everything does. )

I think... I think holding Imo- her heart did something...

[hellblaze]

[ John stops in his tracks. He had told her that holding onto something that evil might leave things. Not to mention that Zed's powers still are sort of all over the place. She's absorbing and taking in the wrong sort of information. ]

Alright, well. Just stay put, luv. We'll get you sorted out. [ It explains why there were no new pings on the map. ] And, huh, give yourself a wash while I'm on my way. It'll help in purification.

[artista]

Okay.

( if she wasn't feeling like she was, she probably would of said more. instead she pushes herself off the couch - with some difficulty and shuffles towards the bathroom. )

Thanks... John.

[hellblaze]

Now, no need to go and thank me just yet. I haven't done anything worth it.

[artista]

I'll leave the door open.

( with that she ends the call. )