No one has died, and so eventually Gallows settles back into its more ordinary cadence of weekly meetings and dispatches, cycling rota assignments, and packets of paper shuttling between one desk to another with somewhat alien efficiency. For all the urgency that itches at the back of the neck, no one is really behind in the way it feels like they ought to be—those weeks of being short staffed and working double- or triple- duty having happened to other people, in some other place, in some other time.
And so there is no reason whatsoever for Commander Flint to manifest in the Diplomacy antechamber and not simply pass directly into the office beyond without so much as a glance spared for Byerly's assistant cringing behind his desk.
Instead, he stops just inside the forward chamber. He doesn't bother to draw the door shut behind him, and the looming point of his attention swings with dread weight in Benedict's very direction.
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Date: 2023-08-22 10:47 pm (UTC)And so there is no reason whatsoever for Commander Flint to manifest in the Diplomacy antechamber and not simply pass directly into the office beyond without so much as a glance spared for Byerly's assistant cringing behind his desk.
Instead, he stops just inside the forward chamber. He doesn't bother to draw the door shut behind him, and the looming point of his attention swings with dread weight in Benedict's very direction.
"Artemaeus."