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fandomhighdorms2011-11-21 04:25 pm
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Around the Dorms, Monday Afternoon
Ender had closed up shop early and gone back to the dorms with one purpose in mind: to check the posters Ben had put up yesterday for any new information. And also to put up a few more, just in case there were floors Ben might have missed, people who might not have seen any.
There weren't, but it kept him busy and his mind working.
He copied whatever information was exclusive to one poster to all the other ones, just to keep everyone informed. He still didn't feel like they had a good bead on what was going on, and how many people were dealing with it - but he was getting the distinct impression they weren't alone.
[[ open for running into him, yes. or just jotting down info. ]]
There weren't, but it kept him busy and his mind working.
He copied whatever information was exclusive to one poster to all the other ones, just to keep everyone informed. He still didn't feel like they had a good bead on what was going on, and how many people were dealing with it - but he was getting the distinct impression they weren't alone.
[[ open for running into him, yes. or just jotting down info. ]]

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"Priestly's gone," she said, voice dull. "Dinah got a message from him this morning. He's just--gone. I think his entire world has just--vanished."
Hi, Ender. How're you? No, wait. Karla knew the answer to that.
"I'm sorry."
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"What did he say?" he asked instead. "Did he describe anything before he went?"
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She called up the image Dinah had forwarded to her and offered Ender her phone. "This was the last thing he saw before he--vanished. With what was left of his entire world."
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She sighed, raking her hair back away from her face. "But I didn't hear the message and Dinah's pretty broken up, so I could be wrong. Except...except I don't think so. Nothing concrete to base it on. Just a feeling. But a persistent, Black Widowy one."
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After the past couple of years, he had no reason to distrust them.
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"All right," she murmured. "Let's see what this has to say."
Calling in a heavy silver pin, Karla heated it with a tongue of witchfire and then jabbed it into her ring finger. Three fat drops of blood fell onto the web and were absorbed instantly. Her eyes dropped to the web which began to glow with a faint blue light, peering into it as if it were a deep pool filled with all of the answers.
...That pose didn't stay long. "Nothing," she said after a minute or two of staring. "It's showing me nothing."
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"Has that ever happened before?" he asked. "Did the weaving fail--?"
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That was ever-so-helpful, Karla. Except there was no better way to explain it.
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"You said the information would be accurate," he observed quietly.
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But she didn't think so. Not really.
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Had someone hoped for an incredibly convenient answer? Maaaaybe.
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Ender Wiggin never expected the convenient answer, because convenient answers tended to get you dead. Or at least beaten.
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Of course he would.
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She turned away, then turned back. "I know you know it already, but--if there's anything I can do or anything you need..." She shrugged. "I know the likelihood of that, but I wanted to say it anyway."
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As she'd guessed, he wasn't going to go into any personal needs he had. There was a battle to be fought now, and everything else had to take a back seat.