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Post by ianharris on Dec 15, 2009 18:40:16 GMT -5
It had taken Ian days of careful research, of living in the library, and of emerging only for classes, food, and sleep. Natalie had joined him on occasion, tried to convince him to rejoin the real world, but he had politely refused. Jonathan was his burden, and Ian was as determined as Jonathan was to figure out the truth behind the accident. For hours on end, Ian had sifted through books, trying to piece together the clues. And there weren't very many of them.
But now, he thought he had a theory. Not a particularly good one, and not even a finished one, but it was enough that he could go to someone much smarter than he was. Which is how he ended up outside Smoke's office, one arm cradling a stack of books, and the other knocking hesitantly on the door.
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Post by Smoke on Dec 18, 2009 0:48:38 GMT -5
The door swung open. Smoke sat behind his desk, shuffling papers; he moved over a small translucent whatsit floating over a copper bowl, gestured to the chair in front of him, and finally looked up.
"Ian," he said tiredly, but with a smile on his face. "How've things been?"
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Post by ianharris on Dec 18, 2009 1:01:55 GMT -5
Ian averted his gaze from Smoke and slid into the chair, setting the books on the floor. He hadn't seen much of the teacher since the conversation in the Headmistress' office, and Ian hadn't really gotten comfortable around him yet. It wasn't that he was scared of Smoke personally. Ian just had a problem with people he didn't really know.
"I'm... well... I'm fine, I suppose. I've been pulling a lot of... er... late nights. My... girlfriend..." Ian said the last word hesitantly, as if he still couldn't believe he was using it. "... keeps telling me to... er... put the books down and rejoin society but... um... I'm good." he finished, stopping himself when he realized he was rambling. "How are... uh... you?"
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Post by Smoke on Dec 18, 2009 1:21:07 GMT -5
Smoke paused as Ian stuttered onwards. "I'm... good," he replied, raising an eyebrow, "and clearly far more caffeinated than you. Want some coffee?"
"And what is it you need?"
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Post by ianharris on Dec 18, 2009 12:55:42 GMT -5
Ian shook his head. "I... um... I don't need any coffee. But thanks..."
He paused for a second. Then the second part of what Smoke had said processed, and Ian leaned forward. "I'm... well... I've been doing some researching and I... um... I think I have a theory about... er... what happened with Jonathan. His creation, I mean... not whatever happened to him in the sick bay... I mean, it's not complete but I had enough and... er... I just thought... well... I'd come run it by you..."
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Post by Smoke on Dec 19, 2009 20:53:18 GMT -5
"Sick bay?" Smoke looked blank, then shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I haven't thought about Jonathan's, uh, problem in a while. What exactly do you need? I don't have much time right now, but I can certainly try to help."
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Post by ianharris on Dec 19, 2009 21:12:49 GMT -5
"Alright... uh... let me see..." Ian took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. "I'll be short... or try to be..."
He leaned back. "I... I think I know what created Jonathan. Or, part of it. I don't... er... I don't know the whole thing... but I know more that I used... er... to." He teetered on the edge of the chair, preparing himself to stand. "You know... uh... I can come back later if you're... um... busy..."
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Post by Smoke on Jan 15, 2010 16:02:51 GMT -5
"No, no... don't worry about it, sit down." He waved at the boy to sit. "Let me see what you've got, that might be important."
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