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( Firewalled. )
Dawn looked up from her laptop, shutting it down as she beckoned for Allan to enter the room. The tall, lean form of Allan Knightley stood at the edge of the doorway, his typical confidence absent. Normally those dark brown eyes regarded her with his unique brand of egotistical charm though at the moment all they reflected was anxiety...and hesitation. That knot of anxiety in Dawn's stomach twisted, knowing this didn't bode well.
"Come in, you're making me uncomfortable just standing in the doorway like that. What is it?"
Allan closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he looked her over though not with the interest Dawn was used to receiving from him. Dawn currently seemed normal enough by appearance, save that she hadn't shed her pallor or lethargy. At least the chill of winter allowed her to wear long sleeved shirts and sweaters without raising an eyebrow, not wanting to expose her scars. The damage done was not the sort that could be noticed save through magick but Allan had already seen the results of further such testing and Dawn's version of her spell so he knew that. Raking a hand through his wavy dark brown hair, Allan grimaced and chose his next words carefully.
"Truthfully, bugger-all." He held up a hand to stave off the questions/scathing remarks he'd inevitably receive from Dawn. "That doesn't mean we won't keep trying. There's still a wealth of information to go through and contacts to try. But let's face it: you're a unique being, Dawn. We have no precedent for your condition, or even your existance. Solutions won't present themselves that easily."
Dawn's shoulders sagged and her gaze slid to the floor. "Is that all you've come to tell me? That you've found nothing? Please don't tell me all my time here has been wasted."
Allan shook his head immediately. "No, of course not. And just because we haven't found an ultimate solution yet doesn't mean we are lacking means to slow down your...degrading. Or at least we can try, I don't know how well any of it will work. You are--"
"--a unique being. Yeah, you said that before." Dawn sighed and pushed her chair away from the desk, standing up. "What do you have in mind, more spells or...?"
Allan nodded, crossing his arms as he took on his 'lecturing tone.' "Your condition is mystical, it only makes sense to attempt stalling it through mystical means. I've been researching spells which might possibly be of some use...though I'll warn you again, nothing I've found will cure or even halt your condition. Slow it down, perhaps. Your condition might prove to reject them, especially as you...worsen. I hate to say it, but time is not on your side." Any hint of a smirk slid from his features at that, genuinely apologetic at having to deliver such news.
Dawn nodded, taking this far more calmly than he had expected, though she had been in a fugue state more or less since arriving. Perhaps that was for the best, as it seemed to shield her from that panic she'd given into before. Her eyes dimmed and that empty look returned to them as she stared out the window. "I know...but whatever you have in mind, I'll be willing to at least hear it out. I can't just let this happen, not to me or to...Connor."
Allan almost smirked at that, finally heading over to Dawn to have a better look. "Ah, the Supportive Boyfriend. I think he's been kept busy thanks to Andrew and Sherry...or hunting down that research paper you shouldn't have told him about."
Dawn glanced up, alarmed. "What?? Oh Gods, you didn't actually show Connor that? I was hoping he'd forgotten about the damn thing."
"No I didn't, though trust him to find it on his own. He's an interesting bloke. Very, ah, forceful." Dawn smirked at Allan's attempt to be diplomatic though she had to push aside that train of thought for now.
"I'll worry about him finding that much-regretted research paper later, tell me more about what you have in mind." Much as Dawn would rather curl up and not focus on anything now, she knew she needed to hear what Allan had to say. After all, she didn't come here for nothing.
"How about if we head to the libary? I'll be able to show you what I mean there, perhaps you'll be able to come up with an angle I haven't thought of yet. It's possible." Allan winked, a spark of that somehow charming egotism shining through for a brief moment.
Dawn smiled faintly, shaking her head. "Allan Knightley, admitting to anything less than perfection? Will wonders never cease....and sure, it's not like I'll be busy for a while though I think they want more tests later tonight. So let's get going..."
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