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openmisc2022-07-23 08:21 am
mrballisticsdummy) wrote in openmisc2022-07-23 08:21 am
TMA!Jacobi and Jon
"Are you sure this is the place?" he asks the driver, who was already speeding off, leaving Jacobi in front of the old building.
"Thanks for your help!" he calls out with false cheer, rolling his eyes before trudging his way up to what he had been told was the Magnus Institute. He doesn't even flinch at the screech of tires that comes from blocks behind him. He doesn't have to see the car erupt into flames as a very confused driver crawls out and phones for help. That's chaos for someone else.
Instead, he takes the steps up, backpack on his shoulder. He had flown all the way out here, so it's not as if he's going to be missing any leads. Besides. He has an appointment.
The closer to the door he gets, the more uncomfortable he feels about this. It's like a whisper of wind against his skin, a suggestion of something dangerous, but Jacobi's never let something like that bother him. He walks through, hands in his pockets.
"Thanks for your help!" he calls out with false cheer, rolling his eyes before trudging his way up to what he had been told was the Magnus Institute. He doesn't even flinch at the screech of tires that comes from blocks behind him. He doesn't have to see the car erupt into flames as a very confused driver crawls out and phones for help. That's chaos for someone else.
Instead, he takes the steps up, backpack on his shoulder. He had flown all the way out here, so it's not as if he's going to be missing any leads. Besides. He has an appointment.
The closer to the door he gets, the more uncomfortable he feels about this. It's like a whisper of wind against his skin, a suggestion of something dangerous, but Jacobi's never let something like that bother him. He walks through, hands in his pockets.
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He goes to see Jon when he can, refusing to leave London for that very reason, but everything there is - tense. He stays clear of anyone who isn't Jon (and Daisy when she's around), and does his best to at least be useful. And yell at Jon for not taking care of himself properly.
After giving Maxwell an earful about another forty-eight hour coding marathon, mostly because it makes him happy to fuss at her, he finds car keys and announces that he's leaving, whistling on his way out.
The Institute seems distinctly more - ominous as of late, but that just might be Jacobi projecting his own feelings onto it. He tries not to dwell.
He opens the door, hands in his pockets, waiting for Jon to find him as he usually does.