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[exarched]

Inbox

867 – 5309

Voice — Text

"Hello, you have reached G'raha Tia. Please leave a message after the tone and I will return your call as soon as I am able."

CONTACTS

Alisaie L.

333 – 0281

@argumentiste

Alphinaud L.

333 – 0280

@diplomatiste

Ardbert

273 - 2378

@soulshard

Aria F.

140 - 1907

@recitations

Eliot S.

773 – 6237

@retrievalistE

Estinien V.

474 – 4273

@baddragoon

Jayce T.

981 – 6153

@hexcurse

Code Source

Comments

text — mid-August, 125.

[recitations]

Are you busy?

[exarched]

[ Aria, for you, he is NEVER busy. ]

Not at all.

[ He just dropped everything he was doing, dw. ]

Might I be of assistance?

[recitations]

[ G'raha.......... ]

There was a sandwich in front of my room today. Unsealed.

text — late-August, 125.

[recitations]

is there a way to print out text messages on paper?

[exarched]

I'm not certain. I know that we can copy documents from physical items.

Is it something we can rewrite and then print?

[recitations]

[ Wait, hold on. Her stupid joke can wait a second. ] copy documents?

sent some time in august

[baddragoon]

Good sandwich.

[ i.e. this one was a MASSIVE hit ]

[exarched]

[ !!

From Estinien this feels like an immense compliment. ]

I'm very glad that you enjoyed it. If you ever have any requests, please let me know.

1/2

[baddragoon]

[ After a great deal of deliberation. ]

More peppers, if you would. And cheese.

[baddragoon]

Do the shops on this star sell clothes that already accommodate your tail?

[exarched]

[ What an interesting question... ]

On occasion I may find something, but by and large, no. I've yet to find any particular shop that is dedicated to it.

Why do you ask?

text - post-event

[faithfall]

How are you faring after the 'meteor' situation? I hope you haven't been overexerting yourself, at your age.

[exarched]

[ Adrian... ]

I hadn't realized that comedy was one of your many skills.

Yes, I am doing well all things considered. And you? How do you fare?

mid october

[retrievalist]

Hey, so, I finally managed to get that healing thing to work but. Are you supposed to get their injuries in return when you heal them?

1/2

[exarched]

I beg your pardon?

[exarched]

[ Then immediately after when he realizes he just. Instantly texted without answering the question. ]

No, no it should not. Certainly not how we've gone over it.

"Get" their injuries? Are you hurt right now?

[baddragoon]

[ The window is already unlocked when he lands on G'raha's small balcony. A more careful ascent this time however, in deference to the glass jar in his shopping bag. He opens the window only enough for him to slip inside, not wanting to let the cold in too much, and then takes his lance and his coat off and sets them to one side. ]

G'raha.

[ It's a greeting and an announcement of his presence in one so as not to accidentally get blasted in the face by G'raha's magic. It has been a while, after all, since he was last here. Not even to pick up his sandwiches, which has been somewhat disappointing. However it was imperative he get a handle on his transformations—plural now, with scales and teeth to go with his tail, making it clear that none of what is happening to him is mere happenstance—and remain vigilant for any slips in control, any loss of memory. Now he's starting to believe that maybe the changes are merely... cosmetic, in a sense. Irritating, but not inherently dangerous.

So he has returned, this time bearing gifts: a cheese he has never tried before, a jar of some small fish in brine, and a packet of hot peppers. The man at the shop had also forced a loaf of crusty bread on him in thanks for the aid Estinien had rendered to his sister, and Estinien himself had picked out a number of condiments. He is eager to see what G'raha will make of it. ]

[exarched]

[ It isn't the first time Estinien has deigned to use the window rather than the front door, and by now G'raha assumes that's just his preferred method of entry. Being on the higher floors of the building makes leaving the latch unlocked when someone is "home" to be less dangerous, just in case he and the twins have any similarly inclined visitors. (It's only Estinien.) But still, G'raha does jump a little from his spot on his bed where he's surrounded by notebooks spread across the mattress.

It's a surprise, but a pleasant one. ]

Estinien!

[ He sets one book aside and pushes himself off of the bed. The changes in Estinien's appearance haven't ebbed, but he doesn't seem any worse for ware. Still, G'raha has to ask. ]

It's good to see you. How are you faring?

[ His eyes do look at the bag with open curiosity. Treats? Those seem like treats. ]

backdated to december

[baddragoon]

Honestly, at this point I cannot tell whether you're having a great time or a terrible one.

1/2

[exarched]

[ Hold on he's flustered...which is exactly why this is happening. ]

I beg your pardon?

[exarched]

[ Wait...he gets it. ]

Oh.

I see.





My apologies.

text — (forward dated to) april, 126.

[recitations]

You never told me

[ Whoops, sent too fast. Though now that she thinks about it... ]

Call me when you see this Raha. Not urgent.

[exarched]

[ Never told her...?

G'raha stares at his phone, feeling a little uncertain by. All of it, actually. "Not urgent" so he makes a point to wait, like, fifteen minutes. Like a normal person. ]

Is aught amiss? I'm available to speak.

text from 381–0183

[elsecall]

[ G'raha may recognize this number from an esoteric little conversation about Realmatic Theory. And maybe he's matched that conversation to the woman in the bookshop. Or maybe he doesn't and hasn't. Either way, this exchange starts with a very simply question: ]

How is your arm?

[ This isn't to be mistaken for small talk! She's genuinely interested, and the question occurred to her when she first thought of reaching out to G'raha about certain other matters. ]

[exarched]

[ He most certainly has. Most of the random texts he receives from unknown numbers are from people wanting to borrow books or offering quick jobs. It's not often they want to immediately discuss science and theory.

He revels in it!

Even if the response he has to give is less than stellar. ]

It's management. I hope to have some more information on it soon. Thank you for asking.

I hope you're well?