[Raylan arrives right on time, if only because he has a more relative idea of how long it takes to get up and down this damned thing, and his fashion echoed his accent. Blue jeans and boots, a simple black tshirt under an open blue/green plaid button up, all under a lighter color denim jacket. And then The Hat.
But Raylan was used to how amusing this was to most people and he scanned the place, looking for someone who looked like they waiting as a reindeer clopped in after him. The guy with the two glasses seemed the most likely place to start and he headed that way with a finger lazily pointed out.]
[Tim looks up quickly when he hears his name, and his eyes immediately light up when he sees The Hat. Fucking incredible. The reindeer nearly doesn't register.]
Please, Timothy was my father's name. [Though his tone is clearly taking the piss, as he rounds the bar to pass over one of the glasses.] Just Tim is fine. And this is Bertha.
[He nods back at the toucan, who lifts her head to look Raylan over as well, before she gives an approving nod.]
[Grinning, Raylan took the drink with a nod of his head as he stepped into the bar properly and looked over at the toucan with a deeper nod of his brim. You always greet the animals first, there were rules.]
Pleasure to meet you both. This- [he turned to look over at Helena, arm raising to make clearance for her antlers so he could drop a heavy hand on her shoulders as she studied the new folk.] is Helena. Refused to let me leave her on the deck.
You mean in your cabin, [she clarified with a huff. Raylan bobbed his head in concession and kept his smile.]
I'd say you don't know how much I need this drink but. [Even knowing these people, goddamn. Excuse him while he indulges a gentlemanly sip.] I appreciate the hell out of it after talkin' with Jon.
[Bertha fluffs up happily at the proper etiquette, before she settles in to continue tearing her orange apart. In turn, Tim raises his glass to Helena with a polite smile.
At the drink comment, though, Tim nearly laughs; and the smile is wide, and genuine. Well, mostly genuine. Some smiles have teeth.]
I worked with Jon for something like five years. We started in Research at the Institute before we both moved to the Archives - he got promoted into it and brought me along as his assistant. I am fully aware of the intensity of a Jonathan Sims infodump.
[He takes his own sip and turns to rest his back and an elbow against the bar, eyeing Raylan with the intense curiosity of a born people-watcher.]
So if you want things explained in normal human terms, I'm already prepared.
It's all still a bit churny, if I'm honest. Jon did a good job, I just.. [He welcomed the alternate view.]
Is this a safe enough place to even be talkin' about this kinda business? How 'bout we take this over to a booth. [Where he could see the door and had a wall behind his back, please and thank you.]
Jon doesn't make a secret of his being a spooky weirdo, he's made a couple of network posts about the things in our universe. I can track them down for you later.
[But he'll nod, still, and Bertha picks up her orange to take the lead over to one of the empty booths, and he'll even be so kind as to leave the side with clearer visuals on the door to Raylan.]
The information itself is all fair game, in other words. People's problems with it are usually Jon's application of it. And Elias's, obviously, but Jon has a habit of putting himself in arms reach of people who'll hit him for it.
If he's the spooky weirdo, that make you the normal guy?
[More relieved than he'd let on, Raylan followed with and took up the much more comfortable position of out of the main line of sight with lines of sight of his own. Helena would work her way over eventually, after a patrol around the casino.]
When you're dealin' with somethin' like Elias, I can see why it might be more openly spread around, that need for public knowledge and safety. Jon seemed to parse it simply enough to me but. That's what you're here to help with. A point in the right direction for Jon's previous posts would be appreciated though; I might not work as an Archivist, but information is important to the Marshal's service. Since I'm gonna be Elias's warden for a bit, I figure I can at least have some tact.
I'm guessin' that your relationship with Elias is just as contentious as Jon's.
[He flicks his eyebrows like he's letting Raylan in on some stupid in-joke.] I am officially the most normal person that's probably ever worked in the Archives.
[He leans back into the booth cushions, getting comfy.]
But see, Jon's status with Elias is... complicated. Elias hired him for a position he was, quite frankly, grossly underqualified for, without telling him it also came with a side of surprise evil transformation. Like getting turned into an executive manager and also a vampire, except he feeds on secrets instead of blood.
[He takes a sip, mulling over how to regard Elias.]
Mine's a lot simpler. Elias is a manipulative prick and I don't like being used, and he sees me as not much more than collateral in properly getting Jon all spooked up. [He gestures to the scars covering him.] So obviously we're sending out the wedding invites in March.
[It was the delivery really that tickled Raylan enough to laugh, eyebrows rising with a crooked bob of his head.]
Never have I appreciated normal more.
[But Tim would find Raylan just as studious a student as Jon had and he listened closely, not without an unemphatic ear, snorting under his breath that he tried and failed to hide in his cup. It wasn't funny. (It was.)]
I'll try to send a gift.
How did you get wrapped up in all this? I know Elias is over 200 years old and you said you've been working for Jon for 5 years - how's a guy get this kinda offer?
The thing to keep in mind with all of our bullshit is, really? Ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people don't know it exists. You go along, leading a perfectly normal life, plodding along like all's right in the world - then suddenly your best friend's nicked an evil library book that turns him into a bone-stealing monster. Or a couple of creepy delivery men drop a chained-up coffin in your lap for you to babysit. Or you get attacked by a bloody werewolf, or a vampire. It's just sheer rotten luck, when you do learn the truth. And even then, most people don't learn the full picture. They just... go on with their lives, perfectly traumatised.
[He takes a drink to let that sort of sink in.]
But if you live in England, everyone knows about the Magnus Institute. Officially we're an academic institute dedicated to researching the paranormal. I can't even count how many kids I've helped with their dissertations there.
We're not paranormal investigators. [Bertha's voice is low, the same RP English accent and vaguely dismissive.] Not technically, we just collect it all.
So people come to us with their spooky stories, genuine Twilight Zone or otherwise, and make a statement. Write or dictate the whole thing out in full, and the rest of us investigate it for veracity. I only started working there 'cos I dropped off my CV, and I think Elias could tell I was packing my own horror story. He hired me pretty much on the spot.
[Raylan's eyebrows might as well stay up there, an inch from the attractive wrinkles of his forehead. He already knew everything would be a Lot but that didn't stop each new thing stacked on top from making his eyebrows try to crawl off his face.
He should have brought more guns, really. His brow slowly settled back into a slight consternation, a faint pinch
Looking over at the toucan as she spoke, he managed half a nod before he was looking back at Tim.]
An odd front but I can see where that kind of affiliation and reputation gets a place a standing. Hellva job choice. [He needed another drink, hold on.] As much as I'd love to go back to that ignorance, chasin' shitkickers over the hills of Mexico or something, it's too late for that now. Dangerous too.
How long did you work there before you found out shit was weird? [I.E. How the hell did you take it, Tim.]
Bit over a year, actually, but a few key moments come to mind.
[He takes a drink as well, but the sharp alcohol isn't why he grimaces.]
When we got attacked by a flesh-eating worm hive, we discovered the secret tunnels under the Archives - which is basement level, for the record. Jon went temporarily insane for about six months, and we... discovered one of our co-workers had been replaced by a horrible monster, and I think the same day we found a famous librarian brutally murdered in Jon's office. Unrelated, funnily enough, and not actually Jon's fault.
[He's going to offer an apology to your eyebrows later, Raylan.]
We only found out the Archive itself was spooky magic bullshit when I tried to do a runner on some unpaid leave and nearly died of the bloody vapours. Not long after that, actually, Elias just straight up told us he was an evil murderer holding our lives on a string. Not the whole two-hundred-year old body snatching part, I learned that from Jon when I got here.
['Flesh eating worm hive' got a grimace from Raylan on principle. Jesus. ]
So I'm guessing your Holiday parties aren't the greatest. Jesus.
[That bared repeating and he took and let out a deep breath.]
Hellva disciplinary option... So are you of the same opinion as Jon on what Elias's being here means? Because in my world, we tend to just put these people six feet under but-" He lifted a hand to stop any clarification. "-I get the... impossible position you were all in. Why that wasn't really an option. Now that he is here, it still isn't, really. Not the point of the place.
His expression isn't particularly charitable, but his tone remains fairly even. A bit flat. "If I'm going to be fully honest for a moment? No. Jon and I are used to having clashes of opinions, though. He thinks everyone's worth a fair cop, and that's an admirable thing, especially for someone who's been fucked over as many unique times as he has."
He takes another drink, and Bertha starts shredding a piece of orange skin rather vindictively. "But I'm not as nice as Jon. I don't want Elias here, I don't think he'll do anything but hurt people, and I really rather wish he'd just go back to being dead like he deserves. I have a lot of trouble believing he's capable of positive change."
His expression eases off a little as he looks away. "But then, I'm not his warden. I've got a permanent Inmate, so strictly speaking, Elias is only my problem when he makes himself my problem. Unfortunately, he's already given me his mission statement on how he plans to hurt me for hitting him, so it's likely that won't just go away."
"You let me know if he does anything untoward while I'm watching over him. I'll tell you what I told Jon and what I'll tell Elias when I find him tomorrow, I don't think I've got anything that's going to be life changing for someone on his level, but I do take this position seriously. I'm more a 'severed heads don't plot' kinda guy." If Tim couldn't already tell.
"I don't think its up to me to have an opinion on if he's capable of rehabilitation or not. But it is up to me to keep him out of trouble for the next 30 or so days. Can't say I'm not glad to hear that there's someone to argue against what seems like Jon's best intentions." The guy was genuine and Raylan had believed that Jon believed every word.
"Given all I've heard, Elias deserves more than a punch for what he's done. That bein' said, if you could please try to avoid doin' it again without a current reason. If I'm gonna ask him to play by the rules, then it's also my job to make sure he's protected by them too."
That gets a slight grin out of Tim, grim as it is.
'Severed heads don't plot'. He does like that.
"I got my free hit in, I'm not planning on sinking any more," he says evenly. "But Elias has a way of getting under people's skin. The other week--" ugh, he hates having to say it, and he takes a drink to wash out the bitter taste in his mouth. "--on my birthday, he made cake for everyone. As a deliberate jab at me. He made one my personal favourite, and one was. My dead younger brother's. And when I told him he'd made his point, he said he was just getting started."
He knows how much Elias could use against him. Danny was just easy bait, but if he ever tried something with Sasha, he's not sure all the training in the world could keep him at bay.
"I have multiple people on my case, including my own Inmate, who would go absolutely spare if I got demoted over Elias. So you don't need to worry about me lashing out at him for no reason."
Good, said Raylan's faint nod behind a mouthful of whiskey. ​"I could use one less thing to worry about." So he'll take it.
"Tells me what his preferred method of retaliation is here. I can see where people are gonna need cooler heads to deal with him. Definitely an asshole move," he said, half wincing sympathetically. "Out of respect, I won't ask how good the cake was."
That didn't count as asking!!
"The Barge must be a breeze compared to your world and Elias's bullshit. How long have you been here?"
"Honestly, he can only get to me so well because I wear my heart--"
Abruptly Bertha stops what she's doing and flaps her wings open, and hopskipjumps onto Tim's arm, just below his shoulder as he grins broadly. "--on my sleeve."
"That's never funny," Bertha comments, but her waddle back to her fruit is extra bouncy.
"Says you. Anyway," he turns his attention back to Raylan. "Elias already knows my biggest weak points. His style was trying to find people's to get a reaction from them. Get in their heads and pull it out of them if he has to. Which will be harder without powers, but not impossible. Just means he has to do it the old fashioned way."
"The 'old fashioned way' sounds a lot like what I'm used to back where I come from. Social jabs and gauged guesses based on what someone lashes out about. That's not somethin' I'm too worried about. Jon... displayed what it... being watched.." Watched felt shallow and oversimplified to the point of stupidity but Raylan lacked any other vocabulary and it was only just a hint of the discomfort it actually gave him, even now that it was gone.
"What that felt like, and I can mind the rest. I was a US Marshal at home, so I feel mostly up on protocols of how to keep as much under my hat as I can. Paranoia comes with the job title. And anything he can pull off the top, I promise I've already run a gamut on." His smile turned a little broader, but it didn't quite warm his eyes any more than they were.
"He's gonna have to dig deep to find somethin' enough to get me on."
He glanced at the Toucan. "Elias didn't... kalima you or somethin', did he?"
Bertha gives her croaking little laugh. "We were never worth the effort. Not with his precious Archivist to sculpt."
"Our disappeared coworker is my big one, my brother's the other," Tim says simply. "Neither of them are secrets between our lot, we just don't talk about them. But Jon's good people, even when he turns the spooks on. If all he did was Look at you, he probably figured that level zero was plenty to convince you."
Ah. A little less literal than Raylan had assumed and he dipped his head for a moment with his nod.
"Sorry." Too much TV or, more accurately, no idea where the metaphorical and physical line lie. "You guys have clearly gone through a lot. But I took what he said seriously. No one's got time for me to work through disbelief; I'd rather get on with the job and prepare myself for the worst. I was taking it with a grain of salt until the... spooks? Either way, I appreciate you both reachin' out. Elias isn't a guy I wanna be handlin' blind."
He took another drink from his glass, regrettably leaving it empty.
"And I thought comin' in at port with Giants and bat people was weird."
Tim and Bertha exchange a glance quickly, and Bertha gives a long suffering sigh, flapping onto Tim's head to reprimand him with her claws briefly, before she flies over to grab the bottle.
"Ahh, port wasn't all bad. Apparently the last one happened right before I arrived, something like five months ago? Six at the end of the month, I think. Something was sending people into murderous rampages." He finishes his own drink, and catches the bottle as Bertha returns with it and tries to wang it into his head. That gets her a kiss on the top of her head from Tim, still, before he tops up their glasses. "Breaches turn us into completely different people, last one was pirates. Floods aren't so bad, at least the Barge stays the same."
Oop- guess they were done drinking, but Raylan's covered surprise returned to Tim, only to snort a little too loudly at the braining attempt that was thwarted, and he manages to hide it behind a fist over his mouth and a soft clearing of his throat.
"So there's a set pattern, of sorts to all the.." Raylan waved his hand at the Barge, the daemons, the whole gig. "I've heard a run down of possibilities and know that it doesn't even scratch the surface; I gotta say, I wouldn't mind being younger again. The rest of it not so much but." Even he had his vanity. Collecting his glass with a quiet 'thanks', he leaned back.
"Gonna have to take it as it comes. Let me apologize ahead of time for any redneck hillbilly shit I might do." A murderous rampage? Raylan was too good at what he did and did it too easily. He didn't want to see what that would be like if it were let go.
"Best way to do it, really," he says cheerfully. "Just assume a quarter of every month is going to be a complete write-off and you'll be set for whatever weirdness happens. Pleasantly surprised if it's easy, even, like this one. One of my very first ones, everyone got turned into either animals or random monster species from people's homeworlds."
"Weirdest PMS I've ever seen, I swear to god. And I was married." Which means he's seen some mood swings. "What happens when someone accidently kills their warden or the other way 'round? I can't imagine there's no consequences for that, right?"
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But Raylan was used to how amusing this was to most people and he scanned the place, looking for someone who looked like they waiting as a reindeer clopped in after him. The guy with the two glasses seemed the most likely place to start and he headed that way with a finger lazily pointed out.]
Timothy?
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Please, Timothy was my father's name. [Though his tone is clearly taking the piss, as he rounds the bar to pass over one of the glasses.] Just Tim is fine. And this is Bertha.
[He nods back at the toucan, who lifts her head to look Raylan over as well, before she gives an approving nod.]
Wotcher, love.
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Pleasure to meet you both. This- [he turned to look over at Helena, arm raising to make clearance for her antlers so he could drop a heavy hand on her shoulders as she studied the new folk.] is Helena. Refused to let me leave her on the deck.
You mean in your cabin, [she clarified with a huff. Raylan bobbed his head in concession and kept his smile.]
I'd say you don't know how much I need this drink but. [Even knowing these people, goddamn. Excuse him while he indulges a gentlemanly sip.] I appreciate the hell out of it after talkin' with Jon.
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At the drink comment, though, Tim nearly laughs; and the smile is wide, and genuine. Well, mostly genuine. Some smiles have teeth.]
I worked with Jon for something like five years. We started in Research at the Institute before we both moved to the Archives - he got promoted into it and brought me along as his assistant. I am fully aware of the intensity of a Jonathan Sims infodump.
[He takes his own sip and turns to rest his back and an elbow against the bar, eyeing Raylan with the intense curiosity of a born people-watcher.]
So if you want things explained in normal human terms, I'm already prepared.
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Is this a safe enough place to even be talkin' about this kinda business? How 'bout we take this over to a booth. [Where he could see the door and had a wall behind his back, please and thank you.]
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[But he'll nod, still, and Bertha picks up her orange to take the lead over to one of the empty booths, and he'll even be so kind as to leave the side with clearer visuals on the door to Raylan.]
The information itself is all fair game, in other words. People's problems with it are usually Jon's application of it. And Elias's, obviously, but Jon has a habit of putting himself in arms reach of people who'll hit him for it.
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[More relieved than he'd let on, Raylan followed with and took up the much more comfortable position of out of the main line of sight with lines of sight of his own. Helena would work her way over eventually, after a patrol around the casino.]
When you're dealin' with somethin' like Elias, I can see why it might be more openly spread around, that need for public knowledge and safety. Jon seemed to parse it simply enough to me but. That's what you're here to help with. A point in the right direction for Jon's previous posts would be appreciated though; I might not work as an Archivist, but information is important to the Marshal's service. Since I'm gonna be Elias's warden for a bit, I figure I can at least have some tact.
I'm guessin' that your relationship with Elias is just as contentious as Jon's.
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[He leans back into the booth cushions, getting comfy.]
But see, Jon's status with Elias is... complicated. Elias hired him for a position he was, quite frankly, grossly underqualified for, without telling him it also came with a side of surprise evil transformation. Like getting turned into an executive manager and also a vampire, except he feeds on secrets instead of blood.
[He takes a sip, mulling over how to regard Elias.]
Mine's a lot simpler. Elias is a manipulative prick and I don't like being used, and he sees me as not much more than collateral in properly getting Jon all spooked up. [He gestures to the scars covering him.] So obviously we're sending out the wedding invites in March.
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Never have I appreciated normal more.
[But Tim would find Raylan just as studious a student as Jon had and he listened closely, not without an unemphatic ear, snorting under his breath that he tried and failed to hide in his cup. It wasn't funny. (It was.)]
I'll try to send a gift.
How did you get wrapped up in all this? I know Elias is over 200 years old and you said you've been working for Jon for 5 years - how's a guy get this kinda offer?
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[He takes a drink to let that sort of sink in.]
But if you live in England, everyone knows about the Magnus Institute. Officially we're an academic institute dedicated to researching the paranormal. I can't even count how many kids I've helped with their dissertations there.
We're not paranormal investigators. [Bertha's voice is low, the same RP English accent and vaguely dismissive.] Not technically, we just collect it all.
So people come to us with their spooky stories, genuine Twilight Zone or otherwise, and make a statement. Write or dictate the whole thing out in full, and the rest of us investigate it for veracity. I only started working there 'cos I dropped off my CV, and I think Elias could tell I was packing my own horror story. He hired me pretty much on the spot.
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He should have brought more guns, really. His brow slowly settled back into a slight consternation, a faint pinch
Looking over at the toucan as she spoke, he managed half a nod before he was looking back at Tim.]
An odd front but I can see where that kind of affiliation and reputation gets a place a standing. Hellva job choice. [He needed another drink, hold on.] As much as I'd love to go back to that ignorance, chasin' shitkickers over the hills of Mexico or something, it's too late for that now. Dangerous too.
How long did you work there before you found out shit was weird? [I.E. How the hell did you take it, Tim.]
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[He takes a drink as well, but the sharp alcohol isn't why he grimaces.]
When we got attacked by a flesh-eating worm hive, we discovered the secret tunnels under the Archives - which is basement level, for the record. Jon went temporarily insane for about six months, and we... discovered one of our co-workers had been replaced by a horrible monster, and I think the same day we found a famous librarian brutally murdered in Jon's office. Unrelated, funnily enough, and not actually Jon's fault.
[He's going to offer an apology to your eyebrows later, Raylan.]
We only found out the Archive itself was spooky magic bullshit when I tried to do a runner on some unpaid leave and nearly died of the bloody vapours. Not long after that, actually, Elias just straight up told us he was an evil murderer holding our lives on a string. Not the whole two-hundred-year old body snatching part, I learned that from Jon when I got here.
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So I'm guessing your Holiday parties aren't the greatest. Jesus.
[That bared repeating and he took and let out a deep breath.]
Hellva disciplinary option... So are you of the same opinion as Jon on what Elias's being here means? Because in my world, we tend to just put these people six feet under but-" He lifted a hand to stop any clarification. "-I get the... impossible position you were all in. Why that wasn't really an option. Now that he is here, it still isn't, really. Not the point of the place.
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He takes another drink, and Bertha starts shredding a piece of orange skin rather vindictively. "But I'm not as nice as Jon. I don't want Elias here, I don't think he'll do anything but hurt people, and I really rather wish he'd just go back to being dead like he deserves. I have a lot of trouble believing he's capable of positive change."
His expression eases off a little as he looks away. "But then, I'm not his warden. I've got a permanent Inmate, so strictly speaking, Elias is only my problem when he makes himself my problem. Unfortunately, he's already given me his mission statement on how he plans to hurt me for hitting him, so it's likely that won't just go away."
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"I don't think its up to me to have an opinion on if he's capable of rehabilitation or not. But it is up to me to keep him out of trouble for the next 30 or so days. Can't say I'm not glad to hear that there's someone to argue against what seems like Jon's best intentions." The guy was genuine and Raylan had believed that Jon believed every word.
"Given all I've heard, Elias deserves more than a punch for what he's done. That bein' said, if you could please try to avoid doin' it again without a current reason. If I'm gonna ask him to play by the rules, then it's also my job to make sure he's protected by them too."
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'Severed heads don't plot'. He does like that.
"I got my free hit in, I'm not planning on sinking any more," he says evenly. "But Elias has a way of getting under people's skin. The other week--" ugh, he hates having to say it, and he takes a drink to wash out the bitter taste in his mouth. "--on my birthday, he made cake for everyone. As a deliberate jab at me. He made one my personal favourite, and one was. My dead younger brother's. And when I told him he'd made his point, he said he was just getting started."
He knows how much Elias could use against him. Danny was just easy bait, but if he ever tried something with Sasha, he's not sure all the training in the world could keep him at bay.
"I have multiple people on my case, including my own Inmate, who would go absolutely spare if I got demoted over Elias. So you don't need to worry about me lashing out at him for no reason."
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"Tells me what his preferred method of retaliation is here. I can see where people are gonna need cooler heads to deal with him. Definitely an asshole move," he said, half wincing sympathetically. "Out of respect, I won't ask how good the cake was."
That didn't count as asking!!
"The Barge must be a breeze compared to your world and Elias's bullshit. How long have you been here?"
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Abruptly Bertha stops what she's doing and flaps her wings open, and hopskipjumps onto Tim's arm, just below his shoulder as he grins broadly. "--on my sleeve."
"That's never funny," Bertha comments, but her waddle back to her fruit is extra bouncy.
"Says you. Anyway," he turns his attention back to Raylan. "Elias already knows my biggest weak points. His style was trying to find people's to get a reaction from them. Get in their heads and pull it out of them if he has to. Which will be harder without powers, but not impossible. Just means he has to do it the old fashioned way."
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"What that felt like, and I can mind the rest. I was a US Marshal at home, so I feel mostly up on protocols of how to keep as much under my hat as I can. Paranoia comes with the job title. And anything he can pull off the top, I promise I've already run a gamut on." His smile turned a little broader, but it didn't quite warm his eyes any more than they were.
"He's gonna have to dig deep to find somethin' enough to get me on."
He glanced at the Toucan. "Elias didn't... kalima you or somethin', did he?"
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"Our disappeared coworker is my big one, my brother's the other," Tim says simply. "Neither of them are secrets between our lot, we just don't talk about them. But Jon's good people, even when he turns the spooks on. If all he did was Look at you, he probably figured that level zero was plenty to convince you."
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"Sorry." Too much TV or, more accurately, no idea where the metaphorical and physical line lie. "You guys have clearly gone through a lot. But I took what he said seriously. No one's got time for me to work through disbelief; I'd rather get on with the job and prepare myself for the worst. I was taking it with a grain of salt until the... spooks? Either way, I appreciate you both reachin' out. Elias isn't a guy I wanna be handlin' blind."
He took another drink from his glass, regrettably leaving it empty.
"And I thought comin' in at port with Giants and bat people was weird."
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"Ahh, port wasn't all bad. Apparently the last one happened right before I arrived, something like five months ago? Six at the end of the month, I think. Something was sending people into murderous rampages." He finishes his own drink, and catches the bottle as Bertha returns with it and tries to wang it into his head. That gets her a kiss on the top of her head from Tim, still, before he tops up their glasses. "Breaches turn us into completely different people, last one was pirates. Floods aren't so bad, at least the Barge stays the same."
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"So there's a set pattern, of sorts to all the.." Raylan waved his hand at the Barge, the daemons, the whole gig. "I've heard a run down of possibilities and know that it doesn't even scratch the surface; I gotta say, I wouldn't mind being younger again. The rest of it not so much but." Even he had his vanity. Collecting his glass with a quiet 'thanks', he leaned back.
"Gonna have to take it as it comes. Let me apologize ahead of time for any redneck hillbilly shit I might do." A murderous rampage? Raylan was too good at what he did and did it too easily. He didn't want to see what that would be like if it were let go.
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