"Wyver and Olympia are working together," Jim confirms, "because they don't want to go to war. There's no peace treaty and it's very tentative, but it's progress, so it's still too much cooperation for the extremists. They want total war or nothing, it seems."
This seems like it's drawing to a close, so Jim fishes out his own backpack from the wealth of nothing in this tiny apartment. "I dunno," he admits, about the succession in Wyver. "He could have a dozen kids socked away."
Though something occurs to him - something not great, and that he's not sure if he needs to voice to the universe yet. Huh. Bounce that one off Peggy, first. Anyway: "Alright, coffee's two blocks north and one east, don't ask for anything 'hot', they'll think you mean the additive that makes fire come out of your nose. That's not a euphemism. While you're here," and this means Ianto but hey, good advice is good advice, "pick up some real boots and gloves, they mean business with leather, in this city. And wear that stupid thing I gave you if you're going to go poke your nose into the Altar, Ianto, you can put it under a glove if you don't want the attention."
A step or two towards the door and then a beat, he turns back to the both of them. "Oh. In Olympia, Rosalind Lutece has a store and sells 'shield potions', makes shit just bounce off you for a couple weeks. Works pretty well, I was one of her guinea pigs. Anyway, I really have to run. Don't worry about locking up, I never do. Stay safe and good luck, both of you."
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This seems like it's drawing to a close, so Jim fishes out his own backpack from the wealth of nothing in this tiny apartment. "I dunno," he admits, about the succession in Wyver. "He could have a dozen kids socked away."
Though something occurs to him - something not great, and that he's not sure if he needs to voice to the universe yet. Huh. Bounce that one off Peggy, first. Anyway: "Alright, coffee's two blocks north and one east, don't ask for anything 'hot', they'll think you mean the additive that makes fire come out of your nose. That's not a euphemism. While you're here," and this means Ianto but hey, good advice is good advice, "pick up some real boots and gloves, they mean business with leather, in this city. And wear that stupid thing I gave you if you're going to go poke your nose into the Altar, Ianto, you can put it under a glove if you don't want the attention."
A step or two towards the door and then a beat, he turns back to the both of them. "Oh. In Olympia, Rosalind Lutece has a store and sells 'shield potions', makes shit just bounce off you for a couple weeks. Works pretty well, I was one of her guinea pigs. Anyway, I really have to run. Don't worry about locking up, I never do. Stay safe and good luck, both of you."