Wu hasn’t responded to him. Mako texted him half an hour ago, and he was supposed to be home a full hour and a half ago.
The light has faded, leaving the sky a dusky blue fading into sharp black, and Mako is on the porch, trying not to panic. Maybe Wu just got caught up. It happens. Evelyn will know. ]
Is Wu still at work? I haven’t heard from him in a while.
[ By this point, Wu is definitely not still at work. But Mako doesn’t know that. ]
A good question, and one that takes entirely too long to register.
Mako can't be sure what he needs. He needs Wu to be back, he needs to have been there sooner, he needs to know where Sam Winchester is and why he did this, he needs to prep the house for Wu to get back, he needs to make sure Wu gets back.
He can't do any of those things. Raleigh and Chuck will probably help him track Sam down, but Korra's already on it, and Mako knows he won't be at his best right now, no matter how much he's shoving everything down into a burning ball in his own belly to ignore.
And he has to take care of Fritter.
His breath is a heavy thing, quiet over the line. Evelyn is probably the last friendly person who saw Wu alive, he realizes, and clutches his fingers so tight around the Fluid that it digs into his hand.
"Did he leave anything at work?" He asks, which isn't at all what he needs, but he can't bring himself to say anything else at the moment.
"No, I don't think so," she says quietly, cradling her fluid against her shoulder, leaning against her kitchen counter. It's much later now, she's home, has been pacing for ages until that horrible text came through.
There's definitely a glass of wine on the counter, next to a half empty bottle.
"I can check tomorrow, when I go to open the store."
"Thank you," Mako says, his voice a ringing hollow thing. He is in the depths of Wu's house, and Chuck and Raleigh are here, still, but Mako knew he had to update Evelyn, and having a task was important. First it was find Wu, and then deal with his ghost, and then get home, and then call Evelyn. He dreads running out of tasks, because then he will have to face the yawning darkness in front of him, and Mako doesn't know what happens when that wave breaks over him. It'll pull him under, he's pretty sure.
He swallows, leaning his weight on the countertop once his own legs stop doing the job. "You might actually want to not... go to work. It happened pretty close to the shop, and the guy who did it is still out there somewhere. I don't want the same thing happening to you."
He can't deal with that, too, with Evelyn also being gone: she's a steady kind of spitfire, and Mako likes her too much to let anything like that to happen.
"I can wait a few days, until things settle. I'll check then, if you like." She'll wait a few days, to go to work, she means. She doesn't want it to happen to her, either - and with the whole bloody city being the way it is, it's a distinct probability.
"You call me, if you need anything. Alright? I mean it."
He will not. Mako will retreat into himself again, try to keep himself from falling apart with the memory of Wu's wrist snapping and the gaping space next door from which his friends disappear.
But here, in the quiet kitchen with Evelyn's voice on the other end of the line, he makes a promise that he can't keep. "I'll let you know, Evelyn. Stay safe."
She sort of has a feeling he can't (or wont) keep the promise, and she sighs a little, running a hand through her wild hair as she paces in her kitchen.
"Alright, I will." A lie for a lie. "We'll speak again soon."
[ It does take her a moment to put it together, and once she understands, color blooms over her features and she has to take another moment. Gracious, Samuel. ]
[ Mercifully, everyone was gifted with a lovely horse a little while ago, otherwise she'd have a trek ahead of her. It'll take...oh, a few minutes, not terribly long - just enough time for her to put something nice on, utilitarian likely, but nice. Soft trousers, a blouse, pin her wild hair up out of her face.
She'll tap lightly on the door when she arrives, curious and quizzical, and blushing, just a bit. ]
[Lucky for all those nice horsies there is a radiant horse hotel freshly built and awaiting.
Okay, so, it's a very basic stable that two assholes with zero carpentry skills cobbled together but they did a damn good job for total noobs if you ask him.
Sam isn't far from the door, actually. He restless, wandering the cabin like a listless spirit. It's too quiet. The walls echo without Dean's presence. The air is too clean without the odd whiff of whatever Castiel has decided to smoke. Absently, Sam wonders if Cas would mind if he had some..
Tempting, but he needs to be sharp. Laser focused and ready to move out to do... anything. Please God, let him do something. Let Dean call him asking to be picked up, let them appear in the doorway weary but alive.
Boundless energy.. and coping mechanisms.. that's Sam tonight. Busy work done, younger self squared away, and he's pacing like a wolf- tempering his intensity just enough to not look like a complete psychopath when he answers the door. He even smiles, though it's strained.]
[ Oh....oh Sam. Evelyn can immediately tell something is wrong the second she lays eyes on him, and she tugs her shawl around her shoulders, sliding into the little cabin she'd become so familiar with. ]
Sam..
[ She reaches for him, touches his arm, fingers light and gentle. ]
[Retconning or whatever Dean and Cas are already back because timeline.
Doesn't mean Sam is okay. He is still far from okay. He's vibrating out of his skin.
They almost died. They still have a lot to recover from injury wise. Some very scary viral things are/could be happening and it's all to do with blood. And Sam- Sam's blood- he's still reeling.
It's not okay. It's just not. Torn between wanting to run and remaining steadfast, it would be nice to just.. like he doesn't want to die or leave or anything but it would be nice to just not exist for a little while.
Man, it probably isn't even safe for Evelyn to be here. God fucking-
He forces a breath, mild whirling a million miles a second, feeling like he's standing behind himself watching. Sam looks, for a moment, entirely bristled with emotion before he cuts it back and off. No emotion would be better but he isn't managing that well, either.]
Uhm, well,
[He tries with an empty gesture. Words are hard. Where would he even start.]
Nothing good.
[Instead, he reaches for her hand to bring her back to his room. C'mon. Let's hide. Let's do something besides talk about how crappy he is at herding his feral family on the crest of The End.]
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text; un: mako; evening of march 27th
Wu hasn’t responded to him. Mako texted him half an hour ago, and he was supposed to be home a full hour and a half ago.
The light has faded, leaving the sky a dusky blue fading into sharp black, and Mako is on the porch, trying not to panic. Maybe Wu just got caught up. It happens. Evelyn will know. ]
Is Wu still at work? I haven’t heard from him in a while.
[ By this point, Wu is definitely not still at work. But Mako doesn’t know that. ]
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Goodness, no. He left some time ago.
Is something wrong?
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He was supposed to be home hours ago but there’s no sign of him. He didn’t say he was going anywhere?
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No, he didn't. I'm afraid I haven't seen him since he left. Do you want me to go check around the block?no subject
You can’t trust this place. Not checking in like this isn’t like him.
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Of course, of course. I'll go now.You don't think something has happened to him, do you?[ she's so worried now :c ]
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No, no. Not at all.[ She's going outside to do a round of the block, worried and quick footed. ]
He was the same as usual - you know how he is.no subject
I know how he is. That’s why I’m worried. He always texts. Usually too much.
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[ She smiles lightly because yes...Wu does text a lot, it's sweet. But she's very worried now, so the smile is fleeting. ]
Will you keep me updated?
several hours later
dead I mean
1/2
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she's calling. he can pick up or send her to voicemail but she is calling. ]
voice
It's been nearly four rings, and Evelyn is greeted with a heavy static silence, but he picks up. ]
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"Mako. What do you need?"
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Mako can't be sure what he needs. He needs Wu to be back, he needs to have been there sooner, he needs to know where Sam Winchester is and why he did this, he needs to prep the house for Wu to get back, he needs to make sure Wu gets back.
He can't do any of those things. Raleigh and Chuck will probably help him track Sam down, but Korra's already on it, and Mako knows he won't be at his best right now, no matter how much he's shoving everything down into a burning ball in his own belly to ignore.
And he has to take care of Fritter.
His breath is a heavy thing, quiet over the line. Evelyn is probably the last friendly person who saw Wu alive, he realizes, and clutches his fingers so tight around the Fluid that it digs into his hand.
"Did he leave anything at work?" He asks, which isn't at all what he needs, but he can't bring himself to say anything else at the moment.
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There's definitely a glass of wine on the counter, next to a half empty bottle.
"I can check tomorrow, when I go to open the store."
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He swallows, leaning his weight on the countertop once his own legs stop doing the job. "You might actually want to not... go to work. It happened pretty close to the shop, and the guy who did it is still out there somewhere. I don't want the same thing happening to you."
He can't deal with that, too, with Evelyn also being gone: she's a steady kind of spitfire, and Mako likes her too much to let anything like that to happen.
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"You call me, if you need anything. Alright? I mean it."
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He will not. Mako will retreat into himself again, try to keep himself from falling apart with the memory of Wu's wrist snapping and the gaping space next door from which his friends disappear.
But here, in the quiet kitchen with Evelyn's voice on the other end of the line, he makes a promise that he can't keep. "I'll let you know, Evelyn. Stay safe."
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"Alright, I will." A lie for a lie. "We'll speak again soon."
text; un: wuwho, march 29th
I think Mako told you, but I died. So I'm pretty sick right now. So I don't think I can come in to work for a while :(
I'll be back as soon as I can! Those books won't sell themselves!!!!
un: egyptologist
Oh good heavens, of course you need to rest! Don't be silly! I'll come straightaway to see you.
[ Between you and Mako, you'll be the death of her!! ]
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Would you like me to bring you anything? Tea? Soup?
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I might need some more books? If you have more you'd recommend!
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Did you enjoy The Shining? Do you have a preference in regards to genre?
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[ Really scary ]
I like romance novels and adventure stories. Both together are my favorites!
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Splendid. I will bring you a few choices, then.
Text; UN Wesson 9th June
text; un egyptologist
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I wouldn’t want to intrude.no subject
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[ there’s a pause before she replies, because she’s staring at her phone in mild confusion. ]
Booty...what?no subject
Given everything going on at home he shouldn't be doing this. This is stupid. This is really stupid.]
Sorry. What's an alluring word for propositioning tomfoolery?
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Give me a few minutes, and I'll be there.
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I'll be here. Call if you hit a snag.
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Of course.
[ Mercifully, everyone was gifted with a lovely horse a little while ago, otherwise she'd have a trek ahead of her. It'll take...oh, a few minutes, not terribly long - just enough time for her to put something nice on, utilitarian likely, but nice. Soft trousers, a blouse, pin her wild hair up out of her face.
She'll tap lightly on the door when she arrives, curious and quizzical, and blushing, just a bit. ]
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Okay, so, it's a very basic stable that two assholes with zero carpentry skills cobbled together but they did a damn good job for total noobs if you ask him.
Sam isn't far from the door, actually. He restless, wandering the cabin like a listless spirit. It's too quiet. The walls echo without Dean's presence. The air is too clean without the odd whiff of whatever Castiel has decided to smoke. Absently, Sam wonders if Cas would mind if he had some..
Tempting, but he needs to be sharp. Laser focused and ready to move out to do... anything. Please God, let him do something. Let Dean call him asking to be picked up, let them appear in the doorway weary but alive.
Boundless energy.. and coping mechanisms.. that's Sam tonight. Busy work done, younger self squared away, and he's pacing like a wolf- tempering his intensity just enough to not look like a complete psychopath when he answers the door. He even smiles, though it's strained.]
Hey,
[Immediately moving aside to let her in.]
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Sam..
[ She reaches for him, touches his arm, fingers light and gentle. ]
What happened?
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Doesn't mean Sam is okay. He is still far from okay. He's vibrating out of his skin.
They almost died. They still have a lot to recover from injury wise. Some very scary viral things are/could be happening and it's all to do with blood. And Sam- Sam's blood- he's still reeling.
It's not okay. It's just not. Torn between wanting to run and remaining steadfast, it would be nice to just.. like he doesn't want to die or leave or anything but it would be nice to just not exist for a little while.
Man, it probably isn't even safe for Evelyn to be here. God fucking-
He forces a breath, mild whirling a million miles a second, feeling like he's standing behind himself watching. Sam looks, for a moment, entirely bristled with emotion before he cuts it back and off. No emotion would be better but he isn't managing that well, either.]
Uhm, well,
[He tries with an empty gesture. Words are hard. Where would he even start.]
Nothing good.
[Instead, he reaches for her hand to bring her back to his room. C'mon. Let's hide. Let's do something besides talk about how crappy he is at herding his feral family on the crest of The End.]