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Hey Alexis, your dad didn't come into work today. I checked the Hall as I passed, and he's there. I'm on my way to your apartment, okay? Bringing a couple pints of Very Cherry with extra chocolate sauce.

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Richard Castle has left the City. Yes, I checked. If anyone needs me I'll be available via the network.

[ooc: breaking hiatus briefly to announce Castle's start of a canon bump ^^ I suck at this staying away thing.]

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Hey, how are you and Alexis holding up?

I'll be fine. Alexis...I'm just trying to soften the blow. She and Castle are very close.

I know. He asked me to keep an eye on her if you and him both were gone. If she needs anything, just call me. Doesn't matter what time it is.

That goes for you too. You need someone to soften the blow for you.

Oh, okay. I'll see how she is, maybe suggest a slumber party complete with girly stuff. Movies and...nail painting?

I know, and thanks. I know we're not close or anything, so that means a lot to me. Looking after Alexis will help, though.

That's a good suggestion, but if she just wants to sit and sulk, let her. And then take her out.

Yeah, but don't worry about only Alexis when you miss him too. I know how it is when people leave and it hurts. If you need distractions, tell me and I'm there. How close we are doesn't matter.

That's what the ice cream's in case of. And a little Austen never hurt.

Castle's-- he's a great asset. Losing him is going to result in a lot of insight gone.

And if she doesn't want either, ask her what she wants. Of course then you run into the problem of her saying she wants her dad, but maybe she'll surprise you. Sixteen year olds are like that.

And a friend is gone too, right?

Yeah, we don't want her approaching the deities to get her stuffed monkey from home. Talk about disaster.

He's Castle, sure.

We don't want her approaching the deities for anything.

I'm not sure what you mean when you say it like that.

Fortunately, she's more foresighted and mature than most of the adults here. [But now Beckett's wondering really hard about kids in the City being able to make deals.]

Nothing exceptional. Castle's a special kind of guy: you know, in the helmet kind of way.

I- he's... shite this place...

I'm sorry, Detective. Is there anything I can do?

Mara, if anyone should be asking after anyone, it should be me after you. Are you still-- having trouble?

I'm not sleeping well, but I think I'm starting to get a handle on my powers again.

...Nightmares? I've seen some snippets of the reports. If you need to talk, I'm here.

Good, though, about the powers. Not that I really understand it, but if you say it's getting better, I'm glad.

Sometimes. Other times I think I'm just... waking up.

I'm sorry, I should have explained that better the other night. If you have questions, I can answer them.

I think I understand the feeling.

That's all right, you endured a horrible ordeal. I wouldn't mind hearing a little about it, when you're ready.

I'm a Reaper. Normally it means when a person's reached the point where they should die naturally, I can release them from their life painlessly. It's slightly more complicate than that, of course, but that's the gist of it.

But now that I'm... now that I'm dead, my power isn't working the way it should, I can't... turn it off. I'm afraid if someone touches me...

[Beckett has a hard time comprehending most things in the City that don't fall under her personal spectrum of normal. She's been working to accept more and more of it, and she really doesn't want to hurt Mara given their awkward relationship so far.]

That's why you're seeking distance, to make sure there's less of a chance... I'm really sorry you have to do that.

It's... tolerable. I'm usually more or less alone anyway, I'm a necessary part of my world's society but you can imagine... it doesn't lend itself to having a great many friends. My Scythe, or bodyguard, Garrett is my only one.

Well, I can imagine. You...kill people for a living. [Well, she had enough trouble accepting just voo doo. It was only a matter of time before she phrased it this way.] I can imagine it'd be very lonely.

I have a life, I go out and enjoy myself, I'm not unhappy per most people's definitions. Just... rather used to isolation.

I guess I can say I know the feeling. My job kind of rules my life, I don't really have much time for fun.

DO you take joy in your work?

Well. I don't know if you can call it joy. I investigate murders and try to put the person responsible away for their crimes. It's my duty, but if I didn't find worth in it, I wouldn't do it.

What about you? How-- do you like what you do?

Not especially. I'm glad I can fulfill this function and there are certainly worse things I could do with it.

But the act itself is... dangerous. Intruding. To be honest, I got to great lengths to forget about it when ever I can.

It sounds like it's really difficult for you. I'm assuming you didn't choose the work?

If you don't mind my asking: do you-- have you done your work here at all? I'm apologize if I'm being too forward, please stop me if you feel uncomfortable answering. I'm unfortunately sorely inexperienced with anything beyond the scope of hard facts. Maybe a downfall of being a detective...

No, I was born, engineered really, to have this gift.

And no, I haven't taken any lives here... I learned quite early that this world doesn't see my gift the way mine does.

I kind of assumed as much. I've felt that way before, but I guess you mean in a much different way.

But you know for a fact that your ability works in the City?

Yes... apparently I used it once, inappropriately, on another person. I stopped before she was killed, but I caused her a great deal of pain. I don't remember it though, but there are network posts on it.

I'm sorry to hear that. Would you mind if I tracked it down? I don't want to invade your privacy, but if I know more, maybe I could help. With so many brilliant people in the City, there's got to be some kind of safegaurd for you. So you don't have to stay so isolated.

I hope it won't be long, I'm making progress already.

I'll look into it, but no promises. I'd hate to get your hopes up, when I might not deliver. But I'll do my best.

Don't worry, if there's one thing I've learned in my life it's that hope is often hollow.

I hate to say I know how you feel, but I understand that sentiment.

Listen, Mara, if you ever want to talk or grab coffee or something... I'd be happy for the company.

Perhaps... when I'm more sure of myself. For your sake.

Of course. I should get back to the office, but I'll check in on you again later if you wouldn't mind.

Of course, Detective.

This is. No.

I know, Alexis. I'm...sorry. There's nothing I can say to make it better.

Edited 2010-03-11 12:35 (UTC)

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