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[hardedged]

[ jessica jones needs a goddamn drink.

she's read over the network, reviewing each and every post in a desperate frenzy to uncover the truth. this plague — it's hit her hard, not physically but emotionally. the infection has spread to someone close to her, and she has no idea what to do.

she hates feeling so ... helpless. ]

i need answers. this epidemic. it's more than just some flu. it's knocking people out. putting them in a goddamn coma.

nothing is working. not water or food or medicine. i don't give a damn if this involves science or magic bullshit. just tell me. how the hell do we wake them up?

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{ Text; @potentia.regere }

[earlofphantoms]

{ Vincent doesn't have it within him to ignore a lady in distress. His sometimes overly cool countenance might come in handy during this epidemic. }

Be patient. They may yet return to us.

{ A part of him thinks a coma is preferable to them being dead. Though not by much. }

Are you alone? I would suggest you surround yourself with friends.

[hardedged]

[ friends — it's such a comical remark, yet she can't bring herself to laugh. jessica jones has no friends. it's how she's carefully constructed her entire life. ]

patience blows

[earlofphantoms]

{ Friends can be dangerous liabilities, but in times like these, they are infinitely helpful. }

What we cannot do, we must wait for another to do for us. I know you will bravely keep watch over the afflicted.

[hardedged]

[ she's not brave, far from it. ]

bullshit. i'm tired of waiting.

[earlofphantoms]

Might I suggest a distraction? Would you like a drink?

[hardedged]

[ well, he sure knows the way to her heart. ]

doubt you have anything strong enough

[earlofphantoms]

You never know and at least you wouldn't be alone.

I promise, I'm not the sort to take advantage of anyone.

{ Ha. Ha. Ha. }

[hardedged]

i'd shove my boot up your ass if you were

[ hilarious. hopefully, she's just joking. (spoiler alert — she's not.) ]

[earlofphantoms]

Really? I've never had someone do that to me before.

{ Vincent, stop. }

[hardedged]

trust me, dumbass, you don't wanna find out

[earlofphantoms]

My name is Vincent. I should have introduced myself before, forgive me. I am the Earl of Phantomhive.

[hardedged]

whatever. is that pretentious title supposed to mean something?

[ this is her version of small talk, vincent. run while you can. ]

[earlofphantoms]

It means I know what is proper and I will adhere to it.

{ Besides - and he probably should have mentioned this - }

I am a happily married man with twin sons.

[hardedged]

not the 1st time i've heard that

[ she's known plenty of "happily married" assholes who have cheated on their wives. hell, she makes a living off of them. ]

[earlofphantoms]

One of my sons is present. I would not change his opinion of me for all the world.

[hardedged]

so you're not a cheating bastard. fine. doesn't mean we're going to make friendship bracelets either.

[earlofphantoms]

I've never made friendship bracelets with anyone.

Have you? { The point.



Vincent's head. }

[hardedged]

[ oh my god. ]

i can't tell if you're just an asshole or if you really are that oblivious

[ maybe both. ]

[earlofphantoms]

{ :D ? }

Who can say? I suppose one can't be both? That would make me interesting, wouldn't it?

[hardedged]

or annoying as hell

[earlofphantoms]

I have been called that before. I admire your honesty!