[she knows immediately that things are different. She's seen him maybe twice or thrice since she left, but not this Robert Chase. Holly is a police officer, wildly observant, but she's also a fairy—she knows age, can see it in humans in a heartbeat.]
You grew up, Mud Man. [The words could be harsh but they come out more affectionate than anything else, this three foot tall elf in a flight suit in the doorway, pretty in a pointy sort of way.] One day, you will catch up to me.
[Humour is the default. It needs to be, because she doesn't think he even knows her anymore. No Holly! and no joke about bleeding all over him again. She's grinning but she's not going to let her stomach drop just yet.]
Careful, Doctor Chase. You should think carefully before lying to a police officer.
[But she's still teasing, even if she's waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's harder than she expected it to be, being here. But Holly stills steps in at his invitation (ah, to be invited in; the rules of the Book don't apply here) and shuts the door behind her, moving to sit in the chair across from him.
It's harder because of what she's come from. Losing Artemis, having him die the way he did—yes, his... soul was slipped into a clone of his so it isn't like he's dead at all. But he doesn't remember her. He doesn't remember any of it, anything they've done together, how they saved the world over and over again. They're telling him everything but being told about memories isn't the same. He'll never be quite the same.
Looking at Chase, she doesn't know what one is looking back. Gods, her magic for some normalcy in her life.]
I know it's been a long time, but given the years all my friends were here... I thought they might be unlucky enough to stick around a bit longer. You are the only person I recognise.
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You grew up, Mud Man. [The words could be harsh but they come out more affectionate than anything else, this three foot tall elf in a flight suit in the doorway, pretty in a pointy sort of way.] One day, you will catch up to me.
[Humour is the default. It needs to be, because she doesn't think he even knows her anymore. No Holly! and no joke about bleeding all over him again. She's grinning but she's not going to let her stomach drop just yet.]
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Since you still look like you'd come up to around my hip, I think it might be you needing to work on growing.
[And then he looks back to his papers, waving her in.]
Don't worry, I never forget someone I've stitched up.
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[But she's still teasing, even if she's waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's harder than she expected it to be, being here. But Holly stills steps in at his invitation (ah, to be invited in; the rules of the Book don't apply here) and shuts the door behind her, moving to sit in the chair across from him.
It's harder because of what she's come from. Losing Artemis, having him die the way he did—yes, his... soul was slipped into a clone of his so it isn't like he's dead at all. But he doesn't remember her. He doesn't remember any of it, anything they've done together, how they saved the world over and over again. They're telling him everything but being told about memories isn't the same. He'll never be quite the same.
Looking at Chase, she doesn't know what one is looking back. Gods, her magic for some normalcy in her life.]
I know it's been a long time, but given the years all my friends were here... I thought they might be unlucky enough to stick around a bit longer. You are the only person I recognise.