Eleventh Case

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Eleventh Case

[Now that he's had some time to settle in after the change back to the castle there's something he has to do. So he at first scribbles in a filter.]

[Helen Magnus]

Are you back to yourself yet?

[Because he had a rather interesting influx of just things in his room. And a Purrloin.

But after waiting for a while he went down to her room and discovered why. And then, heading up to his room he took up his journal after settling down back in his chair, pulled over a few letters and sighed as he wrote in a filter.]

[Nikola Tesla, Galadriel, The Doctor, John Watson, Maladict]

[He's sounding rather tired as he talks. This first before the general announcement.]

I have letters for you as well as some things here as well. If you want to come and retrieve them at any time.

[/filter]

[That done he sighs before actually doing what he meant to at first.]

For anyone that knew her, Helen Magnus has left the castle. [He's sounding rather upset as he says it but gets his voice under control. This isn't the first time he's delivered bad news to a large group of people.] Any gifts given to her will be returned shortly.

[And with that he's settling in for a little bit of down time. It's easier to just try and figure this out without people around and how to handle it all and certain things left unsaid and done.]

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The Eleventh Doctor has left, but the blonde version, five, remains.

Thank you River. [And it's said in a slightly 'it doesn't matter' tone of voice.]

That doesn't make me any less sorry that Helen has left. She was....practically my best friend here.

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Yes I can understand that feeling rather well. [He really, really can.] Anything you gave her will be returned to you shortly.

No, that's alright. Anything I gave her was hers to keep.

I don't think that will mean much if she returns lacking her memories of here. [A possibility he's dreading.]

I suppose in that case I'd feel better holding onto them myself.

...Oh.

[Well, that sucks. Even more so for James and Nikola, after all they knew her best]

Right. I'll...do that. [Once she makes sure Nikola isn't gong to have some sort of breakdown]

[You have no idea Mal.]

There is no particular rush, I'm not going anywhere. [Well for now at least.] Make sure, Nikola doesn't attempt to plot castle take overs would you?

That's what I'm planning to do. Might have to break my no-wishing rule and get him wine.

...Lots and lots of wine.

I have a supply of wine here that Helen earmarked for him. As well as my own supply from town.

[Which with Nikola may only last him two, three days max but it was something.]

And just, somehow, keep him occupied.

[She's quiet for a moment, and when she does speak the concern is evident in her voice, however much she tries to hide it]

I'll try.

...Don't do anything stupid. I can't watch both of you at once.

[There's a certain resignation in his voice when he answers her even if he is touched by her concern.]

I'll try not too. But I don't expect you to watch us both.

[He's just more worried about Nikola then himself and he hopes she picks up on that.]

Exactly. Hence why you have to behave and not do anything stupid. Do you understand?

And I can not make any promises to that affect but I do understand.

[Because he's already planning something insanely stupid.]

You'd better not, or else I'll be forced to break your legs.

Lovingly.

And here I thought you would reserve such actions for Nikola.

[And while the teasing is there it lacks the heart it normally would have.]

[She can tell, and it's so sad to hear]

Sometimes I extend my affection if it's needed.

[It's a long, long time before he answers.]

[When he hears of it, he just shuts the journal and goes and kicks a few stacks of books around in the room (scaring his pigeons, Pidove, and Magnemite in the process), before sinking down onto the bed with his head in his hands.]

[Not again.]

[But after a few moments of cursing under his breath and struggling not to destroy more things out of anger (he did this before last time and got thrown in jail because of it, he made his promise not to do it again), he goes and finally opens the journal, sounding weary:]

Great.

What did she leave?

[It's fine really that wait. It lets James field questions and then go and try and keep himself busy. But it's not long before he's not busy again and just brooding in his chair.

At least he's kept his journal open just in case to hear from the other man. Even if his dog and the two Pokemon in his possession now ran off to hide somewhere in there.

So when he hears him he makes little pretense to hide the depressed tones in his voice. The people in that filter were close to him after all, and at least he wouldn't have to explain why.]

Two letters, one addressed solely to you another to the both of us. As well as her wine collection.

Her wine collection? How nice of her, really.

[He doesn't even feel good enough to make a wisecrack or a joke, and just sighs morosely.]

This is the third time I've lost her here before. And yet every time, it doesn't hurt less. Wonder why that is...?

Would you expect anything else?

[There's no heart in it though and he just sighs as well.]

Because she's a friend Nikola. Or more, depending on when and where I suppose. Can't really ignore our attachment to someone, and it always hurts when they leave.

[Or go on murderous killing sprees. Really was it just something about them in general that made this happen?]

[ John just inhales, he's tired god he is tired; physically, mentally, emotionally. And this doesn't help in the slightest. ]

Ah, I'll... come by soon.

No particular rush, it's just a letter she left for you. [He can't blame him for being tired, he's been tired himself after recent losses just piling up. This just hit him the hardest, and it's just rather obvious.]

[ Just a letter, not sure if he wants it right now. ] Thanks.

[ Then there is some silence and he frowns, he almost hates himself for what he is about to ask. ]

You alright?

Letters? ... From where? I thought we were cut off from our home dimensions, here.

[It only takes him a minute to put what that means all together. Well wasn't that just special? This really was not his day was it?]

My friend, Doctor Magnus, recently left the castle to return home. [He keeps his voice as steady as he can even if it's hard for him to say it again.] She knew you, and left a letter for you.

Oh ... well, correspondence or no, I'm sorry to hear that you've lost your friend... I can wait to collect my letter until you've had some time to yourself. I'd hate to impose.

If it were an imposition I would not have put the filter there in the journal. You are free to come at any time for it.

[A pause.]

And thank you for your condolences.

You're quite welcome. I'll ... come by as soon as I can.

I will come by. [A short pause] I am sorry, James. [Because however much this means to her, it will hit him harder.]

No rush. [And there's only a handful of people that he's willing to just sound as hurt as he feels, and she's one of them.] Yes well, my own fault for getting attached so much. [Because really it's his own fault for getting that attached when he knew he would return home to die and leave someone like this at some point again.]

James. [It's almost a reprimand. Don't talk like that, friend, or she will come scold you.]

I will be there in but a moment. [And before too long you will have an elf woman knocking at your door. More to talk to you in person, really, but the letter makes a nice excuse.]

[He should have expected that.]

Of course.

[And after some chasing around of animals and putting the kettle on he's at the door. Somehow he doubts it's about letter retrieval (which is why it's not in his hand) but he can hope right? Opening it and stepping aside he gives her a brief smile, even if it doesn't reach his eyes.]

Would you like to come in?

I would, if you do not mind. [He opened the door already, so whether or not he minds, she's stepping in.]

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