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Shell Bell has not found Milliways by herself since the occasion on which she first met Sherlock.
Today, after eight months, she does.
She makes sure that Sherlock and Tony are both awake, finds that they are but do not want to join her in the bar today unless she finds something interesting, checks her coin supply and finds it sufficient, and steps through.
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Bell teleports.
She waits a bit. [I wonder,] she says conversationally to Sherlock, [if Coin would be late to fewer things if I just gave her a teleportation pow]
And that is all.
She waits a bit. [I wonder,] she says conversationally to Sherlock, [if Coin would be late to fewer things if I just gave her a teleportation pow]
And that is all.
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Reflexively, she checks up on the named location with her perception-of-physical-structures power.
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Sherlock stands very, very still for a very, very short amount of time.
Then she sends her power looking for Coin and brainphones Tony.
[I need a hundred thousand triangles of pain. Right now. I'll explain later if I can.]
Then she sends her power looking for Coin and brainphones Tony.
[I need a hundred thousand triangles of pain. Right now. I'll explain later if I can.]
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[What—] he starts, but he knows that tone of voice, and he trusts her.
So he turns on the agony beam to the requested amount.
So he turns on the agony beam to the requested amount.
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Sherlock cannot deal with her right now.
Sherlock can barely deal with the coin she is trying to make.
It turns out that the pentagon that modified her perception of pain was not... quite... sufficient.
But she can't take the time to readjust. She summons the concentration to make coins out of what she's feeling, and as soon as she summons the concentration to stop, she tells Tony [enough] and spends a declawed star to declaw one of her new eight-pointed coins.
Her wish is extremely specific. She wants Bell back. Not a version incompletely reconstructed from her own knowledge or any other secondary information, but the same person who was destroyed in a nuclear explosion a minute ago. She wants Bell back, right here, unharmed and unchanged and with complete memories of her life up to the point where she was murdered.
Sherlock can barely deal with the coin she is trying to make.
It turns out that the pentagon that modified her perception of pain was not... quite... sufficient.
But she can't take the time to readjust. She summons the concentration to make coins out of what she's feeling, and as soon as she summons the concentration to stop, she tells Tony [enough] and spends a declawed star to declaw one of her new eight-pointed coins.
Her wish is extremely specific. She wants Bell back. Not a version incompletely reconstructed from her own knowledge or any other secondary information, but the same person who was destroyed in a nuclear explosion a minute ago. She wants Bell back, right here, unharmed and unchanged and with complete memories of her life up to the point where she was murdered.
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"Coin just assassinated you," Sherlock says flatly.
And she expands her perspective on both Coin and her own house, so as to spot any more threats before they arrive.
And she expands her perspective on both Coin and her own house, so as to spot any more threats before they arrive.
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"...Assassinated me? But I'm here. How did I get here?"
There's nothing incoming on the house.
(Coin doesn't, actually, know where Bell's magic comes from, or she would never have done something so incomplete and foolish.)
Coin is receiving a report that the bomb has gone off and as near as anyone in Thirteen can determine it got its target. "Thank you," she tells the report-deliverer, "that will be all."
There's nothing incoming on the house.
(Coin doesn't, actually, know where Bell's magic comes from, or she would never have done something so incomplete and foolish.)
Coin is receiving a report that the bomb has gone off and as near as anyone in Thirteen can determine it got its target. "Thank you," she tells the report-deliverer, "that will be all."
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She lifts the end of her coin-chain, on which there are still three extra evils, tangling their points with one another.
She has her suspending-contemplation-of-something-unpleasant face on.
She has her suspending-contemplation-of-something-
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"I -" Bell looks at the evils, and then throws herself forward and hugs Sherlock hard. "Fuck. Thank you."
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"It turns out that a pentagon for masochism is not sufficient," she says, hugging back a little stiffly. "Which reminds me."
She spends a hex.
"That should be better. Now. What do we do about Coin?"
She spends a hex.
"That should be better. Now. What do we do about Coin?"
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Bell continuing to be dead was more unpleasant than the amount of pain required to make her stop. And Sherlock could not be quite certain that there wasn't a time limit involved, that any second spent tuning her masochism and experimenting with Tony to find a more pleasant delivery method might not be the particular second that carried her out of reach forever.
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Dealing with Coin is urgent, but not urgent on a scale of minutes. They can stand here hugging each other and crying for a little while longer.