[OTA] We're just beautiful imitations

[isadisease]

'-the distant past is one of those things that can enrich ignorance. It is infinitely malleable and agreeable-'

Space became more limited, hallways more crowded, quiet more elusive and air more stifling. There, at the castle. Although Archie wasn't too perturbed by the invasion - didn't really notice it, not consciously at least - a small voice became more and more persistent that it was unbearable and that they must leave for their own safety's and happiness' sake.

Too tired to argue with it (her), he complied.

Crisp, clean winter air against his face, the Spade wandered outside, listening to her idle chatter as he meandered through town until he reached Mike's Bar - and entered. He didn't come here often enough to be considered a regular but he was a somewhat familiar face. Memorable because not many people came here to read or do paperwork. But to each their own. At least he knew how to take his drink serious and wasn't one of those people who clung to just one drink all night.

'This is much better, don't you think, Arch?'
'If you say so, sis.'
'Go on, go on!'
'With what?'
'What you've been thinking about all day!'

Sighing softly, Archie flipped a page of the book he wasn't reading, picking up in his head where he'd stopped earlier.

'-far more obliging than the future and far less demanding of our efforts. It is the-'
'-the famous season favoured by all mythology! Who... who...'
'Who has not, at one time or another, played with thoughts of his ancestors, with the prehistory of his flesh and blood?'
'Who wrote that? Borgia?'
'Borges, sis, Borges.'
'Do you dream of playing with the prehistory of our flesh and blood?'

A difficult question, a difficult word - prehistory. As he mulled it over in his head, his mouth went off on its own.

"Everything is permissible in our dreams."

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[theacethatmatters]

Being in Mike's bar was less about wanting a drink and more about just stepping in for a moment to sit before he heads back to Spade Castle.

Still, when he sees Archie and hears his words, Julien will approach the other man with his head cocked to the side, curiously.

"I don't suppose we have much of a choice in the matter."

Being unconscious at the time and all.

[isadisease]

The appearance of the Ace by his side startles Archie out of his what could be construed as reverie. Perhaps it's unbecoming for a man of his age and profession but it is infinitely better than being caught talking to thin air, yes? Oh, yes.

"I guess not." Sleep is such a curious state of being that leaves everyone vulnerable - not only physically but also mentally. Funny how that is when you do the worst to yourself.

"Do you dream often?"

[theacethatmatters]

"I couldn't say. I don't remember them."

It might be a lie. And he's certainly got enough skeletons in his closet to be haunted by them.

If, you know, he felt any guilt over them. Which is quite debatable.

But he'll smile slightly at Archie, even if it doesn't entirely meet his eyes. "Having unfortunate dreams, then, Mr. Valerian?"

[isadisease]

"They're fleeting little bastards," says he. Archie dreams, often vividly, and the nightly figments of his imagination have a tendency of invading his waking hours, following him around until his head meets a pillow again.

"I wouldn't call them unfortunate exactly. A little nonsensical perhaps but nothing harmful." Mirroring Julien's smile, he waves at the bartender. "Would you care for a drink?"

[theacethatmatters]

Julien settles down at the bar and nods, "I suppose I ought to, since I'm here, thank you."

"Nothing harmful and yet you're here brooding over them in a bar?"

Or so it seemed to him, anyway.

[isadisease]

"Did I look like I was brooding? Oh, dear." A soft chuckle as he lets his gaze drop to his empty glass briefly.

"The recent events have made me a bit... maudlin, I suppose. People disappearing into thin air - it makes a man question his place in life, his mortality and the like.

"You must be awfully busy."

[theacethatmatters]

"I've certainly been kept moving," he agrees. "And how are things going for you?"

Though presumably if Archie had a problem he wanted the Ace to deal with, it would have already come up. Or at least, that seemed to be the case in Julien's experience.

[isadisease]

Oh, Archie is perpetually being chased by a swarm of problems and issues and troubles and there's not a thing the Ace could do about them. Therefore, Archie saves them for his 'therapy sessions'. No need to bother Julien with the figments of his mind.

"They're going well. I'm staying here for the time being, helping with patching people up." Basic medical work. One would think they are beneath him but the truth is that it's been rather refreshing - easy.

"I hope you're not overexerting yourself?" Mild concern. Stress could bring a person down faster than expected and it'd be rather inconvenient if the Ace fell ill.

[theacethatmatters]

Julien scowls slightly and shakes his head, "I'm managing just fine."

He might regret those words soon enough, but they were more or less true at the time. For a given value of truth.

"I didn't think you were the sort for nursing people, Mr. Valerian."

[isadisease]

"Naturally." Spoken like a true workaholic. Archie would know because, well. It takes one to know one.

"You'd be right. I'm not." Lifting his glass, he hides the smile behind it. "But for our Faces, I'll gladly make an exception."

[theacethatmatters]

"Mmm," he says, lifting his own glass. There's really no argument he can make to that, considering.

"We are, of course, grateful to have all the help we can get."

Particularly when people were starting fights in the halls.

[isadisease]

Comparisons between the current situation and social experiments have crossed Archie's mind - on some level he finds it rather interesting, perhaps even stimulating to see masks slipping and façade breaking. However, he wisely keeps that little gem to himself.

"Well, I'm at your service, my lord." Whether it would readily be called upon is a different matter. The Valerians have a reputation of being... shall we say reluctant when it comes to serving and while Archie is considered more amicable and mellow than his father, he knows that not many would willingly put their lives into his hands. Which is a little bit insulting if you think about it but what can you do.