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[rekt]

WHO: John Murphy + Clarke Griffin
WHERE: De Chima, near the Porter
WHEN: Murphy's arrival
WHAT: Catching up on timeline fuckery, after this
WARNINGS: bad words?



[ Murphy maybe takes his time a little before stepping through the Porter to De Chima, lingering as he puts together what he'll tell Clarke in his head, what to leave out, what to make important. she doesn't need to know everything that's happened on the ark, with him or the others.

settling on it, he steps through, steps past whatever military and official personnel guards the device, and paces towards where he sees the girl waiting, looking even younger than he remembers her. the ground put years on them in stress, and it seems like this world has taken some of those away from her. probably for the best. ]

Clarke. [ his voice a little lower, his head a little taller, all of him a little more aged from 17. ]

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[romancekiller]

[clarke was waiting outside by the porter just like she had said after messaging murphy. she wasn't sure what to really expect even with how he told her that he remembered more than she did but the moment she does see him approach, she is definitely surprised by his appearance more than anything.

he looks a bit older and comparatively different from when she last saw him even in this place and in turn it raises a lot of questions too but instead she settles on just greeting him first] Murphy— hey. I guess it really has been a while.

[rekt]

[ Murphy's not as on edge meeting her this time than he likely was last, not so bristling, not so ready to be defensive. even if this clarke doesn't remember what she did for them, he does, and even if she lived after all, six years alone on that husk of a planet probably made her wish she didn't. he knows plenty about that too. ]

Yeah, really wasn't kidding about that one. [ Murphy smirks a little, hands stuffing in his pockets, and he glances around the street, and back to her. ] So... how much do you want to know? Keeping in mind there's jack-shit you can do about any of it from here.

[ please say you don't want the headache, clarke, it makes this a lot easier. ]

[romancekiller]

[clarke looks in thought hearing that question because there is a part of her that wants to know but at the same time she knows it would further frustrate her not being able to do anything about it] I kind of want to know but I feel like it'd be too much of a headache honestly. Especially if I'm not able to do anything about it.

How long has it been? Is everyone okay? [she figures those two questions are the safest ones to ask right now]