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[morns]

( Sometimes, getting up early is a blessing because you get to see a wonderful dawn and enjoy the peace and quiet before everyone else starts to rise.

Sometimes, getting up early is a blessing because you run into Elphame's newest statue of the tournament victors. And, as it seems a terrible shame to not drag her friends (and the other three), Kate whips out her phone and does what any good person would do:

Start a slow, circling walk of the statue. Please enjoy the close ups of the loving detail in which every victor is rendered.

And please also enjoy the huff of laughter Kate lets out before she adds a; )

Congratulations.

( You're immortal, victors. )

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[colchismagecraft]

[A little catch in Medea's throat- and it took her a little longer than she wanted to answer. It frightened her, just a little, to meet alone after their fight.]

...I'm bringing my familiar. I trust that won't be an issue.

[For what support the little dragon could give her.]

[morns]

( What's a punch between friends? )

Sure?

( Whatever gets Caster's rocks off, she guesses. )

[colchismagecraft]

[She had to be healed by Jane, Kate, gosh.

Whether or not she knew she was blowing this out of proportion was anyone's guess, but the fact Kate agreed was a relief.]

I'll meet you over there, then. Need me to bring anything else?

[Either way, she'll be picking up the house-cat sized skeletal dragon in her arms, and making her way over to meet Kate.]

[morns]

Nah.

( And she quite easily lets Caster in when she gets there, stepping back and letting the door swing shut behind them, hair scraped loosely up in a bun, wearing her usual workout gear, with the kettle in the room already boiling. )

They had bags.

( Thank fuck they had coffee bags. It's just about better than instant. )

[colchismagecraft]

[Medea had dressed casually for the occasion, slipping on a light blue dress she'd picked up back in Celliwig.]

...Coffee bags? I've not heard of such a thing.

[As she headed into the room, her familiar look the time to look around from where it had settled on her shoulder, sticking it's little snout out at Kate to say hello.]

[morns]

( If we talked about the thoughts that dress gave Kate, we'd have to lock the post. )

Aye. Handy things.

( Now, for the delicious scent of brewing coffee to permeate the room. Just a couple of minutes and then Caster can wake up a bit. )

[colchismagecraft]

[Nothing wrong with being horny Kate!

Well, for the time being, she went to sit down, letting the dragon settle in her lap.]

I trust that those curses of mine had no lasting effects...?

[morns]

( Maybe in this context.

She wrings out both bags and passes a cup to Caster. If she wants milk or sugar, they're both on the table, but Kate always takes hers black and unsweetened. And she may or may not be using the chance to blow on and cool her coffee to buffer between herself and that question.

Well. Less the question, and more the memories it brings up. )

Nothin'. ( And if they did, she probably didn't notice among the fog of everything else. )

[colchismagecraft]

Good...I think my control slipped more than I intended, so...I was concerned.

[She'd been panicking at the time- and as such, that effected the barrage of curses she'd unleashed.

Medea went quiet, then, taking the time to add milk to her coffee.]

[morns]

I'm...

( fine dies on her tongue. That's a lie, isn't it? And Caster deserves better after dragging her out of that place. Even if something in Kate still would rather be rotting there, she's got to go on.

Why? Who knows. She certainly doesn't understand why it's her, and not Marc, who's still standing. How does she keep escaping death even when she all but throws herself at it? )

... Marc's dead.

( The words come out, bland and unbidden, because that's the explanation Caster needs, isn't it? Why that whole thing happened? )

[colchismagecraft]

[Those words hit hard, Medea's eyes going wide as it started to sink in what that meant. What it meant for Kate.

...She'd experienced it too, now. The pain of having one's beloved brother ripped away from them so brutally. No wonder- no wonder she'd unleashed such a rage.

And right now, she had no idea what to say.]

So that's why-... by the Gods...

[In contrast to Kate's calm tone, Medea's own wavered with horror- with the weight of it all. With how much Kate must be hurting and how powerless she was to do anything about it.]

[morns]

( She's still angry. How could she not be? Angry at herself, at Marc, at the whole damn invention of powers which ruined their lives.

Which ruined everything but the pockets of those who profit from war. )

He did summat stupid.

( She could scream, and rage, and break things even now, but what would be the point? That doesn't bring him back. That wouldn't allow her to shake his dumb ass until he understood that he wasn't supposed to do that.

It's the same story it always was: you can't cheat death. And fuck knows she tried. A pointless feather languishes somewhere at the bottom of one of her drawers as evidence of that very fact.

He was supposed to survive. She was supposed to take care of him. What good is she otherwise? )

He paid for it.

( If she says it like this, like it's nothing more than a fact, maybe the screaming inside her mind will eventually stop. )

[colchismagecraft]

[Everything brought up so many questions, so many racing thoughts and feelings- but she bit her tongue.

The how and the why didn't matter right now. And if that was all Kate wanted to say on the matter, so be it.

But still, the silence hung heavy in the air. Usually, she'd ask who was responsible, but- ]

...If it was in your world, I can't even burn whoever did this-

[morns]

It were him.

( Ah. There's that anger she's been trying to keep back. How fucking dare he? Doing something so stupid.

Leaving her. )

He... He took summat he knew he shouldn't have.

( There's so much to explain. Too much. Yet more frustration which builds in her throat. How can she explain this to Caster when there's a scream threatening to tear out of her throat, when the only thing she wants to do is find Marc and hit him for what he's done.

And she can't even do that. )