‘Ahhh, feels good to level quickly,’ John thought at the end of the five-day marathon. There was just sothing deeply satisfying about getting experience quickly. ‘Or at least effectively quickly, technically it took the sa ti as normally. Still though, feels good.’ He took his phone out of his inventory, waited for a mont as it reconnected to the internet and then began texting.
Jeehan: Am about to leave the barrier, can’t wait to speak to you again!
The ‘Neonlights is writing’ dots ca and stayed for a while. Rave wasn’t a slow typer, but John was currently sowhere where the ti was slightly different.
Neonlights: What? No great conversations with Aclysia?
Jeehan: Oh, there were a few, I will tell you all about in person and sowhere without microphones.
He half expected a quip from Thorne at that point, but nothing ca. There was a lot he could read into that, but he had been theorizing too much already. ‘I really need to quit making unproductive, half-baked assumptions,’ John scolded himself as he looked with pride at the greatest achievent of the whole grinding action.
Sadly, the list of 4-type combinations was all recycled from the 2 and 3-types, but it still was a remarkably great skill to have simply because it allowed John to have two combinations active now. Whether that was a 2 and a 4-type or two 3-types didn’t matter either.
“Well, those were the agreed hours,” John said and waved the Magus family goodbye. Magoi, Magnus and Mabirl would stay within the yacht, Stefanie would take Lee back to northern India, before returning to New Atlantis (which, apparently, lay sowhere between Australia and southern Indonesia). For the mont, though, they were still a family on vacation, and John left them behind in the barrier so they could use every minute as long as possible.
Once outside, he put his phone back into his inventory. Rave t him halfway on his way back and fell around his neck, kissing him after they whirled around for a bit. In silence, they went towards the yacht. The likelihood that so part of the ship was still able to listen in on them was pretty low. John really had to wonder why Thorne ca out to confirm his theory in the way she did. If she had just stayed quiet, he would have found so other explanations, hell, she could have faked so evidence herself.
The only logical explanation John could find for revealing herself was that she wanted to co into contact just as much as he did. Then again, he also didn’t expect her to co in person.
“How was your Jane-less week?” Rave asked once he put her down. They began making a beeline for the yacht; in her enthusiasm his girlfriend had only put on so light stuff atop her skimpy clothes and the March nights were still pretty cold.
“Terrible, only had conversations about stupid stuff and loving sex with everyone,” John answered, looking around to make sure there weren’t any potential microphones around. It wasn’t until after putting Rave’s phone into his inventory, he spoke freely. “Truth be told, I had almost all my conversations ntally; Aclysia and I had so nonsense talks to test if Thorne is omnipresent or just has the potential to always listen in.”
“Difference being between her knowing everything and her potentially knowing everything we say, right?” Rave asked, causing her boyfriend to nod. “Why don’tcha just ask her tomorrow?”
John snorted, “Right, like she is going to show up in person and tell us the truth about anything. Mark my words, she won’t be there herself, whoever is going to be there will be clad in anti-Observe magic and we will only be fed lies.”
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“Sit the fuck down,” demanded the scarlet haired woman. She was beautiful in a very odd way, having an androgynous face with clear skin and the kind of ruthless eyes that made him feel like she was about to buy up all his stocks and throw him out of his own company. There was the barest hint of breasts under the red shirt she wore beneath a casually opened suit vest.
That shirt, the tie she was wearing, her criminal eyes and her wild hair, they all had a bright red colour that reminded John of over-stylized blood. She lighted a cigarette, took a deep huff and then blew the smoke into the open room. It quickly travelled to the ceiling of the nearly vacant room; barely anybody visited a strip club at this early hour, even in the Abyss.
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