jmart corruption au

[eyediot]

Corruption JMart au for Rho

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[eyediot]

[It's brittle, but it means so much. Jon would destroy the world again for that laugh.]

I suppose I haven't gotten anything in order yet. I needed you.

[curriculum_fictae]

Of course you did. An Archvist is useless without his Assistant.

[ He stands, slowly, the ice around him creaking and groaning. Somehow he’s an even larger figure with the mist hanging off him like a cloak. ]

[eyediot]

Exactly right.

[Jon watches him stand, smiles as he takes in Martin's height and size with the mist.]

Exactly what the Archivist needs.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin(??) sort of tilts his head as he looks down at Jon. ]

I’d say so. You’re smaller than I remember.

[eyediot]

What-

Smaller? No, you got bigger.

[curriculum_fictae]

No, you’re definitely smaller. I can tell.

[ he might be teasing. ]

[eyediot]

You can, can you?

[He can tell Martin- no. His Assistant is teasing which is.. nice. It's nice, he decides. But he does start walking back to the door, expecting his Assistant to follow.]

I guess you'll have to stay with me to make sure I don't get any smaller, won't you?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The Assistant does indeed drift after him, his footsteps soft and heavy in the silence of the panic room. ]

I suppose so. You always were shit at taking care of yourself.

[eyediot]

[Back down the hall to the main room then.]

And you're quite wonderful at it, is what you're saying.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The shade that Jon had talked to before is still lingering by his cup, watching. As the Assistant passes, he pauses, staring at the misty outline. ]

Aren't I?

[eyediot]

We'll see. We haven't had much chance to test that theory.

[But once he sees the other Martin shade, he pauses. Looks between them both.]

...Starting with I hadn't thought this far ahead to know what to do here.

[curriculum_fictae]

Well if you don't know, I certainly don't.

[ The Assistant hesitates. Reaches out his own slightly more solid hand to the shade? Who takes it reluctantly.

The misty figure fades into nothing, settling into the Assistant instead. The faintest FAINTEST flush of color at that: a hint of pink on his arm. ]

Ah. That ... definitely did something.

[eyediot]

[Jon watches that exchange, hoping it's for the best for Martin. Hope is what he can do here. He nods once it's done.]

I see that. I wonder if there are other fragments... [He glances around to look at other doors available.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ In here, it's mostly just the door back to the hallway and the door to the centre/panic room. But in the hallway there had been multiple. Reassembly will take a long time.

The Assistant, meanwhile, cocks his head. ]

I think so. I think ... huh. I think I feel them, sort of.

[eyediot]

[He nods at that, reaching for the next door.]

Let's take a look, then.

[And they go through two or three more. Jon the Archivist arriving and talking to each one and bringing them back with his Assistant.

There are more doors waiting, but his eyes ache and he's freezing.]

I think- that might be all for now. W-we can come back.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The Assistant has a few more splotches of colour now: a hint of red in his hair, the suggestion of blue behind his glasses, and the overall sense that he isn't simply seethrough any more.

He reaches a hand out to the Archivist. ]

You're freezing. Allow me...?

[ He can't reduce the cold, but he can make it a gentle, comforting thing. ]

[eyediot]

[With the cold, the green handprint scars of his face aren't as visible. But ... His Assistant is offering.

He takes the hand, carefully closing his fingers around the Assistant's.]

Please. thank you.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The Assistant takes it, then, and the sensation of being frigid stops. It shifts to a gentle, comforting sort of chill, like being outside on an autumn day. ]

You need to get home for now. Rest and recharge yourself.

[eyediot]

I-...y-yes.

[It feels better. Even as the green becomes more visible, more pronounced. No question that they were hands that touched him. But he watches the Assistant. He doesn't mean for his voice to come out so soft and worried.]

Are you coming with me?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ The Assistant stares for a moment at those hands. For a moment he lifts his own as if to touch - before letting it drop. ]

... Of course. An Archivist needs his Assistant.

[ And then, spoken coldly enough to freeze blood, though not Jon's: ]

Someone needs to make sure no one else ever touches you like that again.

[eyediot]

[The Archivist hears it, tilting his head before the recognition takes hold.]

Oh.

I... Yes. I was... actually on my way to dispose of the one who did this when I ran into this domain.

[curriculum_fictae]

Where? Who?

[ he'll KILL them he'll kill them he'll kill them - ]

[eyediot]

[Hm. At least he's got the spirit.]

He's at the Panopticon, waiting for me to get there.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ oh. This room is suddenly VERY cold. ]

Him?

[eyediot]

[It sure is.]

The one who started all this.