[He doesn’t even technically have to weasel Adrian’s number out of Lucina—he’d announced himself on the forums some weeks back for those who happen to pay attention.
He does, however, seem to decide to force Adrian to use context clues to figure out who the fuck is texting him. You can do it, champ.
So, one after another, in the wee hours of the morning—]
She had a daughter. HM Thought you’d like to know.
[ Adrian's answer comes after a few hours. His nights aren't quite as late as Jason's, which means that he sleeps right through the notifications.
When he sees the message, he does the most logical thing he can think of: he just asks Fern if she recognizes the number. It's probably one of their mutual friends, he reasons, though he doesn't immediately understand what they're trying to tell him.
[They keep similar company, but they're not friends, not really. They don’t exactly chat like this. So it’s a hindsight kind of thing if it occurs at all—that Jason’s a quick enough texter that he clearly takes a moment of thinking (or typing and erasing, re-drafting his answer) before following up. Since Adrian is clearly following, though—]
Wow. Give her a little credit, huh.
[It’s kind of deliberately mean. Doesn’t quite take into account the vagueness of the dying (dead) woman’s request, the kinds of complications in play. But it plays out. (Had a daughter via one of the Johns, who didn’t want her spreading it around town when he found out. Went to the proprietress to make sure it stayed quiet in a permanent sort of way. Typical, really.) But, well. Wouldn’t you think a mother would want to protect her child?
[ This time, he's a much more aware of Jason's general disposition towards him. He can't say that he expected it to change after a bout of necromancy... but he does appreciate the update. It's something.
Adrian is a slow texter regardless of the situation. It still takes him a while to respond. He's not really satisfied with what he comes up with by the time he pushes send, nearly certain that he'll ruin what tenuous peace there is between them... But he reasons that there's just no sense in trying to predict how Jason will respond to every iteration of what he wants to say.
He's not going to fix everything with the right text message, and he certainly can't make it that much worse. ]
[They definitely should not be having this conversation via text. (Or maybe its helping matters. Hard to tell.) But since they are—he’s not honoring that observation with much of an acknowledgment.]
And you’d be the expert.
[Since he can compare, and all. He thinks he did great for a bit of impromptu and impermanent reanimation of his murder victim, thanks.]
[Jokes on you, he will also tell Lucina that he is Fine. If she can even catch up to him in the next few business days. Odds are…unreliable.
Forgotten dead. Something poisonous simmers under his breath at that. (Preaching to the choir, bud. Little do you know. Hah.)]
Among other things.
[Aliens, magic, metahumans. Gods and monsters, et cetera. Twists in the fabric of reality that have you crawling your way out of your grave. Horrible ancient glowstick hot tubs that put your came-back-wrong brain back together and bestow some kind of twisted immortality if you make them a habit…]
You’re not gonna see it at the nearest Starbucks or anything. But I’m pretty well rounded.
Adrian has no idea what a Starbucks is but again — context clues. ]
So you don't have an aversion to all magic, then? Only necromancy and healing?
[ He's been trying to be more respectful of peoples' boundaries... partly because of what happened with Jason all those months ago. Necromancy is, well, fair — but he still wonders about the healing. More so now, knowing that Jason isn't upset by magic in general. ]
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He does, however, seem to decide to force Adrian to use context clues to figure out who the fuck is texting him. You can do it, champ.
So, one after another, in the wee hours of the morning—]
She had a daughter.
HM
Thought you’d like to know.
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When he sees the message, he does the most logical thing he can think of: he just asks Fern if she recognizes the number. It's probably one of their mutual friends, he reasons, though he doesn't immediately understand what they're trying to tell him.
He really should have guessed. ]
Is that who she wanted you to save?
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Wow. Give her a little credit, huh.
[It’s kind of deliberately mean. Doesn’t quite take into account the vagueness of the dying (dead) woman’s request, the kinds of complications in play. But it plays out. (Had a daughter via one of the Johns, who didn’t want her spreading it around town when he found out. Went to the proprietress to make sure it stayed quiet in a permanent sort of way. Typical, really.) But, well. Wouldn’t you think a mother would want to protect her child?
Hah.
Anyway.]
I took care of it.
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Adrian is a slow texter regardless of the situation. It still takes him a while to respond. He's not really satisfied with what he comes up with by the time he pushes send, nearly certain that he'll ruin what tenuous peace there is between them... But he reasons that there's just no sense in trying to predict how Jason will respond to every iteration of what he wants to say.
He's not going to fix everything with the right text message, and he certainly can't make it that much worse. ]
Thank you. For her sake.
Are you alright?
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Sure. I’m all smiles when I’m righting wrongs.
[That question (this conversation) is a trap, probably. (For which one of them? Yes.)]
Why wouldn’t I be?
[He’s not the one who got murdered. (This time.)]
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I don't expect that most people are comfortable with necromancy, but you seemed particularly shaken.
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And you’d be the expert.
[Since he can compare, and all. He thinks he did great for a bit of impromptu and impermanent reanimation of his murder victim, thanks.]
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Fern doesn't care for it either. She was adamant that I'm not to bring her back if the worst should happen... Not that I can heal away death.
I don't expect that any of this changes things between us but — I still wanted to check that you were alright.
[ Sometimes all he can do is be painfully sincere. ]
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In stark contrast to Adrian’s painful earnestness, and shortly—]
Me, I'm super.
[Clearly.]
You do that sort of thing a lot?
[Necromancy.]
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I did, when we were in Barovia. There was no shortage of forgotten dead. I'm thankful that there's rarely been a need for it here, all told.
[ Diadem is hardly peaceful, even in comparison to Barovia, but there is... some community here, Adrian thinks. It's something. ]
Have you seen this sort of thing before? That is, was there magic in your world at all?
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Forgotten dead. Something poisonous simmers under his breath at that. (Preaching to the choir, bud. Little do you know. Hah.)]
Among other things.
[Aliens, magic, metahumans. Gods and monsters, et cetera. Twists in the fabric of reality that have you crawling your way out of your grave. Horrible ancient glowstick hot tubs that put your came-back-wrong brain back together and bestow some kind of twisted immortality if you make them a habit…]
You’re not gonna see it at the nearest Starbucks or anything. But I’m pretty well rounded.
[He’s seen a lot, is the thing.]
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Adrian has no idea what a Starbucks is but again — context clues. ]
So you don't have an aversion to all magic, then? Only necromancy and healing?
[ He's been trying to be more respectful of peoples' boundaries... partly because of what happened with Jason all those months ago. Necromancy is, well, fair — but he still wonders about the healing. More so now, knowing that Jason isn't upset by magic in general. ]