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<h1 id="codrin-balanpollux-2325">Codrin Balan#Pollux — 2325</h1>
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<p>The messages between LVs and the L<sub>5</sub> System were flying as fast and as thick as possible, given the nearly two day transmission time between the station and the launches. It was enough time for Codrin to sit and stew and plan and pace.</p>
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<p>The sheer amount of information that was being generated by the Balan clade and all of their Odist assistants and lovers was enormous, and so much of it was so important, so meaningful, so <em>weird</em> that there was little else ey felt ey could do. There was clarification that any one of them could offer the other that would take the form of a conversation, something immediate. Instead, they each had to wait four days for a response to a query. Messages became letters.</p>
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<p>So there was nothing to do but go for it. Ey spent as much time as ey could digesting all of the stories, the stories of True Name and Jonas, the stories of the Odists and Yared. Ey had talked as much as Dear was willing to talk, and so there was nothing for it but to pack eir pen and paper and head to the high-rise apartment in the middle of the city that ey’d been directed to.</p>
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<p>Ne Jonas greeted em at the door and grinned wide, “Codrin! Wonderful to see you!”</p>
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<p>Ey didn’t know what ey expected, but it was certainly not this. Both Codrin#Castor and Ioan had described Jonas as handsome to the point of being almost annoyingly so. The tall, blond, chiseled features type.</p>
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<p>Here before em, though, was a rather plain, unremarkable man. He was not forgettable as user11824 was, he was simply middle aged, bookish, and completely average.</p>
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<p>The strange thing, though, was that Codrin nevertheless liked him at once. He was not attractive, but his bearing was unfailingly kind. Not avuncular, per say, but perhaps the friendly professor that everyone likes, even when they fail his class. Maybe it was the button-up shirt and jeans, maybe it was the way he smiled, the way he talked. Maybe it was just the whole of him. The everything that made Ne Jonas Ne Jonas was perfectly crafted to appeal to that of the academic in Codrin.</p>
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<p>“Ne Jonas, yes? Thank you so much for having me over.”</p>
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<p>“Of course, of course! Just Ne, though. I’m less of a Jonas than the rest.” He walked into the apartment and around the corner, beckoning Codrin with. “Tea, though? It’s just Earl Grey, but hey, it’s something.”</p>
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<p>The kitchen that Codrin had been led into was of a style that felt old even to em, who had uploaded nearly a century back. Wooden chairs, well worn. Wooden table, scratched and dinged. Tile floor, the grout black from years of dirt and grime ground into it.</p>
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<p>“Uh, sure. I’ll take a cup.”</p>
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<p>“Cream and sugar?”</p>
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<p>“Just cream, please.”</p>
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<p>“Oh…” Ne sounded crestfallen. “I have skim milk, is that okay?”</p>
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<p>“Sure, I’ll take it.” Codrin laughed, watching the older man putter around the kitchen. Meanwhile, he pulled out his pen and paper to take notes. “You know, you’re not at all what I expected, I have to say. I was all geared up to be talking to some hot-shot politician in front of some sleek desk or whatever, not sharing tea around a table.”</p>
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<p>Ne turned a dial on the stove to start the kettle, frowned, and then pulled a lighter out of a drawer in order to light the gas when the igniter didn’t. “Not all Jonases are alike, Codrin.” He grinned over his shoulder. “Most of them are, of course. You would’ve gotten the politician treatment from just about any other Jonas, but some of this got tired of that snazzy life and opted for something a little simpler.”</p>
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<p>“What led you to do so?”</p>
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<p>While the kettle came to a boil, Ne turned, leaning back against the counter and smiling to Codrin, arms crossed over his chest. “I think it was the pressure of it. It’s not that I’m not still doing my work, but when you look like that, you feel like you have all the pressure of your job resting on your shoulders. Changing my appearance, changing the way I lived, well, it made me actually start enjoying work again, rather than it being the job that owned me.”</p>
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<p>“I think I can understand that. I used to own the academic look pretty hard, back when I was Ioan. Over time, though, as my work and home life shifted, I found that I felt less comfortable in that state and more comfortable in, well.” Ey gestured at emself, eir tunic and sarong.</p>
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<p>“Do you think you became less of an academic and more of something else?” Ne asked.</p>
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<p>“That’s a good question. I don’t know that I ever really was an academic. I was an investigative journalist, more than anything. I was a writer who fancied emself a historian. Now, I guess I’ve shifted more to the creative side, maybe. A lot more writing, a lot less history, at least up until this project.”</p>
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<p>“Think living with an Odist helped in that regard?”</p>
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<p>Codrin nodded. “Dear’s very…well. It’s very itself. Not sure how else to put it. But it’s also been good at getting me out of the comfort zone that I’d found myself in up until then. It was a good zone, and I’m glad that Ioan still has that, but I also like what I’m doing now.</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-09-05</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2021-09-18</p>
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