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[ The girl is already gone from lodestone area when he finally finds the time to check back in several days later, but that's for the best. She probably needs time to adjust and he has his hands full with other Kenoma problem children.

But invariably, that 25% feeling of responsibility returns to nag at him, so it's not long before he flags down a servant to locate the whereabouts of one Miss Gray. The Citadel may be large but the servants are (annoying) numerous, and it's not too long before one scurries back with an update. From there it's a simple matter of navigating the winding hallways until he spots a familiar hooded figure. ]

How are you feeling?

[ If she's in her room though, he'll at least knock first.... ]

From:

lockedon

[ Some days after the Presenting of The Brush, Gray will find a servant scuttling to her room, politely knocking on her door before bowing and holding out a box with a note on top for Gray to take. (And then scuttling away once the delivery is made.)

Inside the box is (as you already know) a selection of macarons from a fancy bakery in Achamoth. The note itself is predictably short, penned in a clean but slightly slanted script. ]

Thanks again for the brush. It works well. Misa picked out the macarons. You can thank her if you like them.

[ It's also signed, just in case Gray has made a habit of gifting hair-and-ear brushes to all of her Kenoma acquaintances and has no idea who this is from. ]

From:

comelately

[ after his unexpected (and unceremonious) shard-based contact with Misa, Johnny has learned that it's apparently possible to reach out to any Aion with Communion, not just the ones on his side. The specifics of it aren't clear to him, and he doubts they ever will be; however, no one has shown up to assassinate him and/or take over the Pleroma hideout yet, so it must be safe enough. Since that conversation, his thoughts have drifted, occasionally, to the girl he met and accidentally caused trouble with in Venera. They didn't see each other again after that - understandably, seeing as Johnny was out of it for he-doesn't-even-know-how-long with the illness for most of his time there. Did she make it out alive, even...?

Only one way to find out. After mulling it over for a few days, he decides to try, giving her Shard a distant buzz. ]

Gray...? Is this working? It's Johnny, from Venera.

Edited Date: 2022-07-09 10:10 pm (UTC)

From:

lockedon

[ Hello Gray, guess who!!!!! ]

Gray. I have some business I have to take care of outside Venera today. [ To put things lightly. ] I should be back in Achamoth by nightfall, but if I haven't returned by then, assume that something's happened to me.

From:

expiera

[The trip down the hallway is done in silence. The Achamites reverently part ways at their passing, and it's only once the large doors leading to the main hall are soundly closed behind them that Ciel takes the lead from Gray. Shedding away the earlier saccharine airs she had put on regardless of how jarring it was in the moment, a somber sort of sobriety takes its place. She doesn't say a word though, and they keep walking instead.

Does Gray have anything to say? Or will she continue to obediently tag along? They're headed towards one of the Citadel's side exits, if Gray is familiar enough with the layout by now to tell.]

From:

vapour

[ whether or not Gray's in, there will be a gentle knock on her door. With Childe on the other side, he doesn't wait for to see if she's available there, and instead he moves to crouch and set the cutely wrapped package down at the door while making sure to keep it face up with the bow tucked under the ribbon.

The note is not signed, but it reads: This is for Gray. when she opens it, she'll find another unsigned note with the same handwriting reading: This is from Thoma! Enjoy. along with the gift the Pleroma aion made for her.

Satisfied that no one is going to find it suspicious and take it before Gray receives it, he'll get up now to start walking down the d hall back to his own room.

That's the last one of the gifts he promised to deliver, but he decides it may be too risky right now to reach out with communion, so he'll have to confirm that he successfully delivered all the gifts later.

If Gray is in and opens the door in time, she's welcome to spot him, but unless she calls out to him he'll just keep walking until he's gone from sight. ]

From:

hundredpower

[Once the fighting has subsided and the dust begins to settle on the city, Barnaby gets wind that, some time after his own injuries in the fight against the Sanctifier, Gray was also wounded in the battle and hasn't been seen in the Citadel since.

There could be any number of reasons for that, so he doesn't jump to conclusions, but it's still cause enough for him to reach out in concern.]

Gray? It's Barnaby. Are you all right?

From:

comelately

[ It's been nearly two months since the last time he saw her - two months filled with nothing but strife. Johnny's still recovering from the burns Ciel gave him, to say nothing of the sudden disappearance of the only person he actually trusted around here; the other Pleroma have been out whittling their lives to the bone, fighting for Vaeka, fighting for Abel and Himeka, and he's not even sure any of it was worth it, considering the needle hasn't moved at all from his perspective. Any moral victories feel hollow to him. Morality won't bring back Gyro. It won't heal his body. It certainly won't save anyone whose suffering he cares about, and that includes Gray.

It takes him a while to reach out, because he has no idea what the situation may be like for the Kenoma right now. They've been dealt quite a few blows in a row; he's sure their benevolent leader is displeased, and he doesn't know what they might have done to quell that displeasure. Brainwashing? Torture? Has someone been made an example of? It's obvious that none of these tactics are below the Regent now. Johnny can't even be sure Gray is alive - or, if she is, that she's the same girl he'd spoken to before. That's the reality they live in now.

Still, he decides to try. Pressing forward in spite of it all is one of his most stubborn habits. ]

... Gray? Are you still out there? It's Johnny...

From:

salvageable

[ What had meant to be a quick visit to Godsblood had drawn on for longer than intended and Dokja's still not done with his errands. And with night fast approaching, he needs lodgings, but what's a guy to do when he's poor?

The answer is to break into his old Godsblood home. It hadn't been that long since he'd vacated the premises and judging by the outside appearance, it doesn't look like anyone's moved in either? If he does find signs of life inside, he'll simply leave (after maybe swiping a few valuables). Also, "breaking in" is too harsh of a way to put it. Dokja simply has a spare key he'd never returned to the landlord and he uses it now, slipping it into the keyhole without much preamble, though he has to give it a few twists and tugs because the spare key's always acted up like this, before the lock finally gives.

He pushes the door open and steps inside like he owns the place. Very unlike a burglar but also how incredibly bold for a guy who no longer lives here. ]

From:

uproared

[ She hasn't communed privately with Gray before, but it's strange that it feels so hard to reach her, compared to her experiences speaking with Kaeya and Emet-Selchy. Maybe she's outside of Achamoth, or sleeping, or busy... none of which are Mordred's problem, so it doesn't stop her from pushing past the odd feeling of resistance; her thoughts lightly tinged with annoyance at the extra effort required. ]

I didn't see you at that creature's execution, mouse. Guess you missed the invite.

[ Secretly, though, she's glad Gray wasn't there. Mordred has little problem with brutality, even torture to an extent, but what happened to Estinien, and the pathetic state he was rendered in even before that... she can't imagine Gray would have handled it well. With most other Kenoma, she'd gladly have held their face to the metaphorical fire and forced them to watch, but Gray isn't most Kenoma. What exactly that makes her, Mordred wouldn't know, because she's been avoiding giving it much thought. ]

You haven't gone blind from those injuries, have you? ... Well, even if you have, I've got some stuff I wanna talk to you about. Just tell me where you are, and I'll head over.

[ Know what she hasn't given any thought to at all? The idea of Gray being a traitor. Thanks to the nature of communion, Gray can probably tell that Mordred's attempt to reach out to her is genuine, not driven by any doubt or suspicion of her status. ]

From:

comelately

[ as long as it might seem to others, to Johnny, it doesn't feel like he was gone more than a night or two, at most. His time away from Springstar was nothing more than an overlong nap, albeit the sort he might get after drinking way too much the night before. The paralyzing anxiety he'd felt at first has waned somewhat, provided he doesn't dwell on it for long. The moment he starts to consider what happened to him or why, it starts creeping back up him like frost. Johnny being Johnny, not thinking about it is nearly impossible.

During times like these, he'd normally go tend to Slow Dancer, but the horse is missing - not surprising, if what he's been told is true. He wouldn't want her to stand around doing nothing for months, anyways. Fortunately, his wheelchair is still in his room (though he'd only barely caught his retainer about to move all his belongings out of his room as the six-month mark of his absence approached.) He'll have to settle for getting some fresh air, instead. Maybe he'll find something interesting. See what's changed. Anything to distract him from the new horrible uncertainty looming over him. At least he's gotten used to enduring all the rest.

So there he can be found, heading out of the Tribune - though he's not getting anywhere fast. ]

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