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jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
jumpthegun) wrote2016-04-04 09:15 pm
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Hey
We're safe
Me and Harley made our way up into the aquarium and we're fine
I got a busted lip and some bruises but joker's handcuffed in a house in the entrance area and I have no idea what to do with him
I left him some food
We're safe
Me and Harley made our way up into the aquarium and we're fine
I got a busted lip and some bruises but joker's handcuffed in a house in the entrance area and I have no idea what to do with him
I left him some food
That sort of thing, yes.
And really, it sounds like you lot could benefit from some sort of cultural exchange. You teach them bathing. They teach you their separation technique.
And really, it sounds like you lot could benefit from some sort of cultural exchange. You teach them bathing. They teach you their separation technique.
Those are popular where I'm from as well.
The Inquisitor gave a tribe of them swords and sent them over our Nevarran border. She told them they could settle there.
[It's a good start for those sorts of negotiations, right?]
The Inquisitor gave a tribe of them swords and sent them over our Nevarran border. She told them they could settle there.
[It's a good start for those sorts of negotiations, right?]
I don't think she'd be the attacker, then. A drunk trying to drag a body like that? Especially one that big? She'd make a racket.
He'll probably get out on his own, honestly. We tied him up with have a thing of yarn and he managed to slip out of it as soon as there was no one watching him. You and Harley just need to put as much distance as you can between him and yourselves. Have you thought about where you're going?
Might be good to hide downtown, but tell everyone publicly you're heading to the industrial area or something.
Might be good to hide downtown, but tell everyone publicly you're heading to the industrial area or something.
[That means very little to John, but... good for the Inquisitor?]
Decent of your Inquisitor.
Look. I appreciate your apology. I'm not really sure where this is going, though. I know you feel as you do, and it sounds like you have your own universe's reasons to feel as you do. Water under the bridge? I'm happy to just not bring it up with you again. Not sure we'll be coming to much accord on things. And it's a moot point while we're here and everyone's abilities are being suppressed, anyway.
Decent of your Inquisitor.
Look. I appreciate your apology. I'm not really sure where this is going, though. I know you feel as you do, and it sounds like you have your own universe's reasons to feel as you do. Water under the bridge? I'm happy to just not bring it up with you again. Not sure we'll be coming to much accord on things. And it's a moot point while we're here and everyone's abilities are being suppressed, anyway.
She just wanted him to stop lobbing goats at her fortress. As he was evidently honorbound to do since she'd killed one of his sons in combat.
I can accept an 'agree to disagree' and not bringing it up. Thank you for your time.
I can accept an 'agree to disagree' and not bringing it up. Thank you for your time.
[He hadn't quite meant to cut the conversation so short there.]
You're welcome. Thank you for taking the time to apologize. Like I said, I got a bit heated. Words have different cultural meaning... shouldn't've jumped down your throat like that. It wasn't the best night. Not an excuse, but you know?
[An explanation, at least.]
You're welcome. Thank you for taking the time to apologize. Like I said, I got a bit heated. Words have different cultural meaning... shouldn't've jumped down your throat like that. It wasn't the best night. Not an excuse, but you know?
[An explanation, at least.]
[Should he? John doesn't feel like he does. It was either Scarlett or Peacock, so that narrowed the range. No criminal history for Peacock... but Scarlett's... hmm. That disorderly house business. How would that play in? Maybe... well, she just left a body for anyone to find. Maybe?
The weapon has been narrowed to the spanner or the candlestick, and John's leaning heavily toward candlestick. The room, though...]
Wait. How the hell do I have enough information to get the room? All I know is that they probably didn't club him in the ballroom if there were people around. Are we counting just outside for that room?
The weapon has been narrowed to the spanner or the candlestick, and John's leaning heavily toward candlestick. The room, though...]
Wait. How the hell do I have enough information to get the room? All I know is that they probably didn't club him in the ballroom if there were people around. Are we counting just outside for that room?
I think I do know. I have been guilty of becoming heated and saying things I should not.
My country's interpretation of Andrastianism receives a great deal of criticism abroad even when the tenet and response is exactly the same. It's also not an excuse.
My country's interpretation of Andrastianism receives a great deal of criticism abroad even when the tenet and response is exactly the same. It's also not an excuse.
[It's all so clear to Sherlock, even putting himself in an outside perspective where he isn't the one setting the clues. The look he gives John is the same perplexed one he sometimes gives to Lestrade, like someone trying to work out the thought processes of a species completely alien to his own.]
From what you know of the victim, and the clues you have already uncovered, you should be able to piece together an accurate timeline of events. The location comes along with this.
From what you know of the victim, and the clues you have already uncovered, you should be able to piece together an accurate timeline of events. The location comes along with this.
[Al has just figured out what he's turning into, and he doesn't have a filter for what's a good idea at the moment, so he's calling John.]
You did this to me, and even if it's not really your fault, I'm still kind of mad at you. I don't want this to happen, I didn't want to lose my light, why did you have to take it?!
You did this to me, and even if it's not really your fault, I'm still kind of mad at you. I don't want this to happen, I didn't want to lose my light, why did you have to take it?!
[It's a like a stab through the gut, and it leaves John momentarily breathless when he reads this. His physical changes have been excruciatingly painful, bones and muscles and cartilage realigning, expanding to turn him into the Hound. But this? This hurts far more. His mind had already worried that Amber was his fault. Her not coming back was his fault because he'd taken her light.
It takes him more than a minute to pull himself together enough to respond.]
I'm sorry. I don't know why I wanted to take it. I don't know. I'm sorry, Al. I never meant... I told you to run away from me. Why didn't you listen?
It takes him more than a minute to pull himself together enough to respond.]
I'm sorry. I don't know why I wanted to take it. I don't know. I'm sorry, Al. I never meant... I told you to run away from me. Why didn't you listen?
[This keeps getting worse.]
You're not turning into her. You're not, Al. It's an illusion. [An illusion that feels real. That is ripping him apart from the inside and reconfiguring his body in horrifying ways.] I'm sorry. If I could give it back, I would. I'd give it right back. I'm sorry.
You're not turning into her. You're not, Al. It's an illusion. [An illusion that feels real. That is ripping him apart from the inside and reconfiguring his body in horrifying ways.] I'm sorry. If I could give it back, I would. I'd give it right back. I'm sorry.
It's not an illusion, you know that it's not. We both saw what you were last time, and what happened, that wasn't just an illusion. And now it's happening again, and I'm going to-- I was inside her body once, I don't want to do it again. Please, please give it back to me.
[He'll feel awful about this later.]
[He'll feel awful about this later.]
[He wants to refute the lad, point to Eve's video of him. But John doesn't know what to believe at this point. It all feels real. It might just be the nanomachines in his head, but what is reality if it's not what can be perceived? This is their reality, whatever recordings might show.
That doesn't make this any better. Also, what the actual hell is Al talking about?]
What? You... what? How? [John breaks off with a choked growl as his spine extends and his knees start to buckle backward. After a minute or two, the doctor whimpers quietly before clamping down on that.]
That doesn't make this any better. Also, what the actual hell is Al talking about?]
What? You... what? How? [John breaks off with a choked growl as his spine extends and his knees start to buckle backward. After a minute or two, the doctor whimpers quietly before clamping down on that.]
You're changing too, I'm so sorry.
[He sounds like he might be about to cry, if only that were possible.]
I know you have to be scared too, especially if you're turning into that dog again, and I know it wasn't your fault. I know it, but I was so angry and so scared and I can't seem to stop myself from talking at the moment even when I know it's a bad idea. I'm just-- I'm so scared.
[His voice is just getting faster and faster, tripping over himself in distress.]
When I lost my body, my soul went inside the thing we made, what was meant to be our Mom. I can still remember being inside it and looking up at Ed, but then-- my soul was rejected and she-- it died. I thought that I killed her, and I don't want to do that again, I can't be inside-- I can't again.
[He sounds like he might be about to cry, if only that were possible.]
I know you have to be scared too, especially if you're turning into that dog again, and I know it wasn't your fault. I know it, but I was so angry and so scared and I can't seem to stop myself from talking at the moment even when I know it's a bad idea. I'm just-- I'm so scared.
[His voice is just getting faster and faster, tripping over himself in distress.]
When I lost my body, my soul went inside the thing we made, what was meant to be our Mom. I can still remember being inside it and looking up at Ed, but then-- my soul was rejected and she-- it died. I thought that I killed her, and I don't want to do that again, I can't be inside-- I can't again.
It's not you I'm worried about, Clint, it's Harley. That man's more a danger to her than most people here. Are you keeping her with you?
[John's losing his mind to the Hound. His body has been fully transformed since this morning and now it's his thoughts in disarray. The doctor's voice is a guttural growl.]
His light's gone. Why should I care?
His light's gone. Why should I care?
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