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thisavrou_ooc2016-12-02 06:24 pm
hohnkai) wrote in thisavrou_ooc2016-12-02 06:24 pm
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T E S T D R I V E |
"living is an act of courage."
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You're not dead because of the Ingress. But yeah, we'll call it aliens.
I get to use whatever language I want.
[Because he's a bit freaked out and cussing makes him feel better. Clearly he is an adult.
He drops his arm back down, sticking it behind his back mostly to keep it from being abundantly in his own eyesight.]
What the fuck is this place? [Like Blue ever really has more information than anyone else. He can hope though.]
[Because he's a bit freaked out and cussing makes him feel better. Clearly he is an adult.
He drops his arm back down, sticking it behind his back mostly to keep it from being abundantly in his own eyesight.]
What the fuck is this place? [Like Blue ever really has more information than anyone else. He can hope though.]
[He shrugs.]
There are worse ways to be raised from the dead. At least I'm not a zombie.
There are worse ways to be raised from the dead. At least I'm not a zombie.
No. I'm good. I've had enough of the slimy hairless zombies to last me a life time.
[ Suppressing a small shudder. ]
[ Suppressing a small shudder. ]
[Ah, the universal hate of the undead, is there a better thing to find common ground on?]
There's none of that running 'round here, is there?
There's none of that running 'round here, is there?
Yeah, yeah. Stop it, you'll make me blush.
[He'd rather Flynn not have access to anything that could be used to stab or otherwise injure him in the back. Or other parts. But since there's no way of locking him in a padded room full of soft toys, he'd rather know for sure that the guy is armed. At least then he can be a useful tool to defend the crew.]
[He'd rather Flynn not have access to anything that could be used to stab or otherwise injure him in the back. Or other parts. But since there's no way of locking him in a padded room full of soft toys, he'd rather know for sure that the guy is armed. At least then he can be a useful tool to defend the crew.]
No. It's better like this. Believe me.
[Not because he thinks Adam would have sped the process along (he absolutely does not) but because it would have been terrifying. Weeks upon weeks spent watching his lover be unmade from the inside out. If the situation was reversed, Ronan would find it unbearable.
He brings Adam's hand to his mouth to kiss it again.]
Sometimes I saw you, anyway. Not dreaming, just... Pieces of us. Pieces of our time together. I couldn't tell if it was stuff we've already done or if it was the future. Maybe it's another life. We were happy together, anyway. They were good things.
[Not because he thinks Adam would have sped the process along (he absolutely does not) but because it would have been terrifying. Weeks upon weeks spent watching his lover be unmade from the inside out. If the situation was reversed, Ronan would find it unbearable.
He brings Adam's hand to his mouth to kiss it again.]
Sometimes I saw you, anyway. Not dreaming, just... Pieces of us. Pieces of our time together. I couldn't tell if it was stuff we've already done or if it was the future. Maybe it's another life. We were happy together, anyway. They were good things.
A-all right. Diva, then.
[She doesn't understand that it's an abbreviation just yet, of course.]
Um, if you don't mind me asking... what have you heard? I-It's just that I've only been out of training for a few years now, I wasn't aware I had made much of a name for myself in this time.
[Of course, her father would be proud to learn that his daughter had made a name for herself, but she has yet to develop the same boldness of spirit that he exemplifies.]
[She doesn't understand that it's an abbreviation just yet, of course.]
Um, if you don't mind me asking... what have you heard? I-It's just that I've only been out of training for a few years now, I wasn't aware I had made much of a name for myself in this time.
[Of course, her father would be proud to learn that his daughter had made a name for herself, but she has yet to develop the same boldness of spirit that he exemplifies.]
Edited 2016-12-06 02:38 (UTC)
There were, back on the ship. Still don't know how they got on it but...they were there. They're also kind of the reason I look like this.
[ He was...kind of lucky to not have shown up during that time. A lot of them were weaponless, the monsters had come out of nowhere. No time to properly prepare. ]
Who knows what's running around here, though.
[ He was...kind of lucky to not have shown up during that time. A lot of them were weaponless, the monsters had come out of nowhere. No time to properly prepare. ]
Who knows what's running around here, though.
[Well, it's a terrible middle name.]
I didn't think anything of your eyepatch and I'm not really concerned about mutiny.
I didn't think anything of your eyepatch and I'm not really concerned about mutiny.
[Adam's brow furrows again even though he doesn't open his eyes. He doesn't have the energy to argue with Ronan. He doesn't want to. But he couldn't imagine what that would have been like.
What if he had died?]
We were really happy that night, your birthday... [Adam smiles at the memory. Even the next morning it had started hopeful if not resigned to what they needed to do.
Nothing has been quite right sense and now, he's here in this strange world with a Ronan that's lived a different life than he has since that night that changed everything between them.]
I was kind of mad you made me sleep in Declan's room. [Because maybe he wants a lighter subject.]
What if he had died?]
We were really happy that night, your birthday... [Adam smiles at the memory. Even the next morning it had started hopeful if not resigned to what they needed to do.
Nothing has been quite right sense and now, he's here in this strange world with a Ronan that's lived a different life than he has since that night that changed everything between them.]
I was kind of mad you made me sleep in Declan's room. [Because maybe he wants a lighter subject.]
[Ronan smiles, too. The worst is over, he thinks. The next time he dies, it'll probably happen much faster. Hopefully it won't be as ugly. Hopefully Adam still won't have to see it.]
Why were you mad? It's the nicest room in the house.
[He's feigning innocence. He knows perfectly well what Adam was probably hoping for.]
Why were you mad? It's the nicest room in the house.
[He's feigning innocence. He knows perfectly well what Adam was probably hoping for.]
[Though she’s making an effort to disengage, the woman’s scraping in the dirt does recapture the Big Sister’s attention. Not that the symbols she ends up drawing have much meaning to her. Even if they were translated, reading and writing weren’t exactly at the top of the curriculum when she was being conditioned as a gatherer.
The woman’s words provide some clarity. Except, the Big Sister doesn’t have a name to reply with and even if she did, the woman wouldn’t understand. She turns away again, frame rigid with disgruntlement. Why is the woman telling her these things? She didn’t ask.
She simmers long enough for any reasonable person to think that the conversation is over. And then, just as quickly as she had turned away, she turns back towards the woman’s name scratched into the dirt, reaching out with the needle mounted on her arm to scrawl something next to it, shoulders hunched in what could either be focus or anger.
A few seconds later, it becomes clear she’s not writing anything, but drawing. It progresses into what appears to be a rudimentary depiction of two girls holding hands, one taller than the other. A circle scratched around the taller of the two completes the image.
That done, the Big Sister stares at her work, a low rumble of displeasure already starting in her throat. Roughly three seconds later and the needle suddenly lashes out again, this time furiously scribbling out the crude drawing.
Communication: attempted.]
The woman’s words provide some clarity. Except, the Big Sister doesn’t have a name to reply with and even if she did, the woman wouldn’t understand. She turns away again, frame rigid with disgruntlement. Why is the woman telling her these things? She didn’t ask.
She simmers long enough for any reasonable person to think that the conversation is over. And then, just as quickly as she had turned away, she turns back towards the woman’s name scratched into the dirt, reaching out with the needle mounted on her arm to scrawl something next to it, shoulders hunched in what could either be focus or anger.
A few seconds later, it becomes clear she’s not writing anything, but drawing. It progresses into what appears to be a rudimentary depiction of two girls holding hands, one taller than the other. A circle scratched around the taller of the two completes the image.
That done, the Big Sister stares at her work, a low rumble of displeasure already starting in her throat. Roughly three seconds later and the needle suddenly lashes out again, this time furiously scribbling out the crude drawing.
Communication: attempted.]
[Adam purses his lips and tilts his head to level Ronan with a slightly annoyed look before he's pressing his face back against the curve of his neck.]
I wanted to sleep with you, asshole.
I wanted to sleep with you, asshole.
A little fast, don't you think?
[Ronan reaches up to trace the line of Adam's jaw with his fingertip.]
[Ronan reaches up to trace the line of Adam's jaw with his fingertip.]
Hmph...that's what I thought. And how come? We do got captains, apparently.
That's just my luck. Out of frying pan and into the fire, and then out of the fire and into a different, bigger fire.
[And seeing as Chloe had taken his gun from him back in Shambhala, that could be something of a problem.]
[And seeing as Chloe had taken his gun from him back in Shambhala, that could be something of a problem.]
From, uh, Thedas I think it's called? Drinks a lot, pukes on people's shoes slightly less often, is rich but likes to slum it?
[Okay, maybe she's not famous enough for everyone from her world to know her, but he's got her dog. He should know her.]
[Okay, maybe she's not famous enough for everyone from her world to know her, but he's got her dog. He should know her.]
I dunno, he hasn't tried to hide it that much. Or maybe I'm just special enough to get a look at the true feelings he hides behind the sarcasm and pop culture jokes.
[He says this with obvious fondness. Tony is a good bro.]
[He says this with obvious fondness. Tony is a good bro.]
They did, actually, but that was months ago. Even before the space kidnapping.
[He leans back on his heels for a moment, looking at her and considering.]
Well...shit. I heard the Ingress could spit people out for a second time not remembering anything, but I never saw it happen before. Damn. Is that really the last thing you remember, the Marlowe job?
[He leans back on his heels for a moment, looking at her and considering.]
Well...shit. I heard the Ingress could spit people out for a second time not remembering anything, but I never saw it happen before. Damn. Is that really the last thing you remember, the Marlowe job?
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