blue_ajah: (a shadow and a threat)
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Upon her return from Milliways -- without difficulty, as it happens -- Moiraine makes use of the telephone a second time without delay.

One ring.


Date: 2009-01-01 02:58 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (it's healthful)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
The phone doesn't make it to three.

Cooper, at the Bookhouse, is sitting on a cushion on the floor. Two rings is enough time to exhale fully, open his eyes, and reach for the phone.

"Dale Cooper."

Date: 2009-01-01 03:02 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (srsly?)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
"Moiraine." Cooper glances out the window -- still light outside. Not much time has passed, either. He's pretty sure. "You've returned from Milliways, I take it."

Date: 2009-01-01 03:06 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (i'll see you again in twenty-five years)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
For a brief moment, there's no reply over the line.

"In person." It's not really a question. "Is everything all right, Moiraine?"

Date: 2009-01-01 03:12 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (in need of answers)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
"All right." There's no stress in his voice. "I can be there in ten minutes. Is that all right?"

Date: 2009-01-01 03:21 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (srsly.)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
Nine minutes later he's parked outside the big yellow house.

Ten minutes later, he's knocking on the door outside the door to the attic apartment.

It might be telling, maybe, that his suit is crisp, as is his dark blue tie.

His badge is on his belt, right where it belongs.

Date: 2009-01-01 04:07 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (you want to play with fire?)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
A brief smile as he steps in.

The Bookhouse is comfortable enough; he's certainly had worse accomodations. He doesn't mind bunking there for the time being, though it's a situation that will need to be addressed in the future.

Presuming, of course, that it's necessary for them to do so.

Because if Moiraine feels trapped here --

"I'm supposing," he says, without preamble, sitting on the edge of the window seat, "that there's news from Milliways."

Several possibilities sprang to mind on his drive over.

Date: 2009-01-04 09:59 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (intent and outside)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
"Lord Ostium's fiefdom." Cooper's eyes narrow slightly. "Which would mean the potential threat is coming from a particularly dangerous source."

Once upon a time, Moiraine brought him with her to seek shelter from a different threat within the House of Arch. The fact that there's someone, or something, capable of doing harm to the House and its inhabitants --

It's serious. That's not a question.

Date: 2009-01-05 04:27 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (i'll see you and you'll see me)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
Cooper's eyes stay on the letter.

"Certainly." The word is distant. "Moiraine, I'd like to ask you a question, and I'd ask knowing that it's taking a risk."

Date: 2009-01-05 04:33 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (this isn't 1408)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
"Don't you think you've done enough?"

Date: 2009-01-05 04:40 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (talking to a box)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
It is completely -- completely -- absurd that he should feel hurt. At least it manifests as incredulity. "Moiraine, are you currently physically capable of providing the aid he's going to need against a threat of this kind?"

Date: 2009-01-05 04:55 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (fidelity -- bravery -- integrity)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
With very precise movements he refolds the letter and hands it back to Moiraine.

With similarly precise language -- because what use is it going to be to protest? And isn't finding something to do better than not? -- he asks, with formal courtesy, "Will you allow me to accompany you?"

Date: 2009-01-05 05:13 am (UTC)
tibetanmethod: (fidelity -- bravery -- integrity)
From: [personal profile] tibetanmethod
"I'm certain." His tone doesn't shift. "Thank you, Moiraine."

There's a shooting gallery in the basement of the sheriff's station.


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