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revenance_comms2013-05-19 03:43 pm
4letters4ninja) wrote in revenance_comms2013-05-19 03:43 pm
Jail Break! (Action/Video)
[So, with Ziva gone, Fluffy and Abby have been in Wash's care. But, that doesn't mean the behave. They break out at least once a day to try to find Ziva. Why no, she totally didn't teach them how to pick locks. This time is slightly different though.
They brought Ziva's comm with them.
It's currently in Fluffy's possession, and he's in flight somewhere in Traverse Town. Every once in a while, Abby can be seen on the ground in the lens of the comm. They're talking back and forth to each other, mostly Where haven't we looked? and Hey! Over there!.
Then, there's the sound of gunfire off in the distance. Their person had a gun! And it sounded kind of like that sometimes. So, immediate direction change and off they go that way. The comm is tossed down to Abby and she catches it as he lands on her head, taking a break from flying for a moment.
The camera shows a glimpse of someone, in armor...some not-so-blue shade of blue, but not enough to show who it may be. Just...it's not who they were looking for.]
They brought Ziva's comm with them.
It's currently in Fluffy's possession, and he's in flight somewhere in Traverse Town. Every once in a while, Abby can be seen on the ground in the lens of the comm. They're talking back and forth to each other, mostly Where haven't we looked? and Hey! Over there!.
Then, there's the sound of gunfire off in the distance. Their person had a gun! And it sounded kind of like that sometimes. So, immediate direction change and off they go that way. The comm is tossed down to Abby and she catches it as he lands on her head, taking a break from flying for a moment.
The camera shows a glimpse of someone, in armor...some not-so-blue shade of blue, but not enough to show who it may be. Just...it's not who they were looking for.]
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Her stomach roils with a mix of emotions, too: a little anger, yes, mixed liberally with disappointment, confusion, and an odd sense of shame she hasn't felt in a long, long time. ]
Well, next time, be sure to advise him to count to 10 first.
[ Stepping out of the dark, there's no sign that the other freelancer feels anything but calm, cool certainty. It isn't a welcoming voice that speaks, though. Just a little off center from neutral.]
..You're the last person I was expecting to see here.
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[Melody nuzzles Fluffy one last time and leaps back to Wash's shoulder, switching to high alert. New people are always a cause for suspicion, and her person hasn't greeted this one as a friend yet.]
I don't think he's very good at counting. He's like a flying Caboose.
[It's accurate, yes, but also a bit of a test, namely to see if Carolina's far enough on the timeline to have met Caboose yet. That'll narrow things down considerably. As it is, he can tell she's not completely happy - the tone of her voice would have tipped him off if the hiding hadn't already.]
Do you usually show up in strange dream worlds expecting to see people you know?
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She kind of approves of the cat's attitude: never settle for being anything less than sure of your opponents, be they ally or enemy, and on your guard if you're not. (Does that mean she considers Wash an enemy?
...Well. Time would tell.)
He can't see the eyebrow that arches at the remark. Fishing, are we. ]
Better than being a Flying Tucker.
[ The first 'skree chitter skree screech' would have resulted in someone being punted across the room for sure.
Can Wash even remember a time when Carolina was ever actually, truly happy? If so, please share with the class, because the redhaired Freelancer certainly can't nowadays. The tone is still neutral, but the confusion is clear. ]
...Dream world? [helm tilts downwards. Now is hardly the time for jokes.] I think I'd recall falling asleep, Wash.
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[That slippery perch just means that the tilt of Carolina's head sends Fang sliding off, bouncing off her shoulder and into the water. It only takes him a moment to flap back up, still squeaking happily - that was fun! - and land on her helmet, shaking the water out of his fur when he's settled. He likes this new person. She's fun!]
[On one hand, that response does give Wash some idea of where Carolina is in the timeline; on the other hand, he did not want to consider that ever.]
Great. Now that you've said it, someone's going to wind up with Tucker as a Dream Eater. Speaking of which, where's yours?
[She may not be happy, but she's definitely thrown by that. Where the hell did she think she was in the first place?] Half the people here don't. There's AI here too and they don't sleep at all. [Does he look like he's joking?] This place doesn't exactly play by normal rules.
[That downward helmet tilt sends Fang careening back into the water. He just repeats the flap, land, and shake maneuver. He's having a grand old time, though Carolina might want to stop moving if she doesn't want to become an impromptu bat water park.]
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(You are probably the only person who has ever considered Carolina 'fun', Fang. Except maybe 479er.)
Her patience has always been...limited, especially as of late. How long Carolina tolerates the dunk-and-fly antics, even from such a cute critter, will remain to be seen. Especially when the water gets flicked everywhere.
There's a snort at Wash's dismay at the concept, but her head doesn't shake. Let's just agree that it's a good thing that Tucker wasn't here to hear that idea, he'd no doubt find a way to make that into an unpleasant innuendo too. ]
Where's my what? [Green eyes blink, hidden by the visor, before looking to Melody and the other creatures hereabouts.] Why would I have one?
[ Admittedly, this isn't AT ALL where she was expecting to be when she stepped through the portal. She just hasn't stopped long enough to consider this unexpected segway into her mission might not have anything to do with the Director. ]
Few things play by the rules, Wash. [they've both learned that, to their cost.] And if AI are here, then I have even less reason to believe I'm asleep. The real question, is how did you get here ahead of me.
[ ....someone definitely didn't get the moogle peptalk. ]
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Because everyone here gets one right off the bat. [Something's not clicking here. After Carolina's next few questions, that last piece of information falls into place; Carolina's talking like she never heard the Moogle's standard greeting spiel. Either she ignored it, or she never got it at all. Huh.]
I've been here for three months, Carolina. Time runs differently here.
[Might as well bite the bullet and hope that phrase doesn't turn literal.] Look, have you seen a little white bear, about this big, bat wings, red pompom? I know it sounds weird, but there's a reason I'm asking.
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Should that shift be enough to dislodge her passenger, Fang will find himself not drenched in water, but caught neatly in both her hands. Albeit held at least some length out ahead of her - all for getting a better look at him. She's supposed to have one of these..? ]
Well, I didn't. [obviously.] Unless those two count. [followed by a nod towards Ziva's pair.]
[ ..wait, he /what/ now.
That can't possibly be correct. Carolina's been in his company for almost that long, and she just parted company with Washington less than a couple of days ago! That makes no sense. ]
[her tone is absolutely flat] That doesn't seem physically possible.
[ And then he follows up with what isn't really the icing question on top a very trippy cake of psuedo-reality, given the rainbow menagerie that make up their present company. ]
..That matches the description of the thing that attacked me when I got here. [read: KUPO'd at hyperalert freelancer from out of nowhere.] I followed it here. Why?
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[Anyone who didn't know Wash might have missed the way he stiffens in his armor when Carolina nods towards Fluffy and Abby.]
No. They're not yours.
[His tone is flat and slightly cold, the verbal equivalent of throwing up a wall in her path. Ziva's disappearance is still an open wound; to Wash, protecting himself from another breakdown is more important than Carolina's feelings. She's not getting more of an explanation than that.]
[The topic switch is welcome, at least.]
That's what everyone here keeps saying. That doesn't mean that's not how it works.
[...what. ]
It attacked you.
[Yeah, he doesn't believe that. Moogles aren't stupid enough to attack someone in armor, especially since Freelancers tended to be their best customers. The ridiculous price of ammo attested to that.]
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Fine. [She's not...miffed, exactly, but she'll counter his cold front with one of her own.] They were helpful, who's ever they are. [She even said thank you. Rare enough for her nowadays.]
[Then attention is back on Fang, and her head cants left, then right, as he eagerly squeaks a question at her that she simply doesn't understand. Then her thumbs move, tickling at his sides for a little bit of time, before Carolina tosses him back up into the air, towards Wash. He's not hers, after all, but the dream eaters at least might have started winning her over, even if she doesn't believe this is a dream (yet).]
[ There's no response to what shouldn't have needed repeating, beyond the slightest tilt of her head.
Are you calling her a liar, Washington.
The fact her startle reflex has been amped up to 11 since stepping into the abandoned Freelancer facility before getting here would explain everything. Except Carolina's not feeling inclined to explain that when he should know where she was. It wasn't like she and Epsilon hadn't shared the coordinates.
Never mind that he just said..
Gears, already whirring in her mind, bring the tension working up her spine a notch closer towards 12. ]
..You're saying we're not in sync.
[Beat.]
You haven't seen me recently, have you.
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[Fang wriggles in Carolina's grasp, squeaking with gleeful laughter. Tickling! She tickles! This is great! It takes him a moment to right himself when she tosses him into the air, and he turns and flies back to her, bonking affectionately against her visor before heading back to Wash and perching on his other shoulder. He leans over and rubs against his person's helmet. His person has the best friends!]
[It's all Wash can do not to slap a hand over his visor. Carolina's made an enemy of the Moogles. Great. That's not going to come back and bite her in the ass or anything. And then that question...maybe she's starting to believe him.]
The last time I saw you, you were in recovery after your fight with Texas. After that, they told me you were dead. That was a long time ago.
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If the bat-and-bear brigade want to talk about things with her later, that'll be up to them - though the lack of translator may result in one heck of a game of charades. For now, however, Carolina doesn't press the issue either, letting it drop in favour of what she views as the more pressing matter.
(And we're not talking about the Moogles, because let's face it, that's probably a subject they'll have to come back to later with someone on hand who's much better at diplomacy. Or has a fairly fat wallet.) ]
Yes. It was. [Fingers curl reflexively at That Name. But there's no further motion, certainly none that are made in his direction. Yet, Wash doesn't seem surprised that she's not dead. Hadn't been, for most of their earlier conversation, as a matter of fact.] So who told you I was alive?
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[Hey, she didn't destroy him for mentioning Tex. Will wonders never cease.] Epsilon did.
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He's here?
[That BASTARD, she knew he was ignoring her calls.]
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He's been here for weeks. He'll probably tell you as much.
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[If he knows she's alive, that means he's been pulled out of the memory unit, at least. But what else does Epsilon know..] Then I'll need to have a word with him.
Those idiots aren't here too, I hope. [where ever here is. (Still not buying the dream part. Drugs, though...Drugs would explain a lot, even if she doesn't remember inhaling any hallucinogens.)]</small.
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[Wash snorts. Yeah, that's about the last thing he needs to deal with right now.] No. They're not.
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[ After all, you're just so happy to see her too, Wash.
The snort at least assures her that she's down one source of unnecessary aggravation.
For now.] I suppose we should be grateful for small mercies.no subject
[Wash just isn't sure why, according to Epsilon, he agreed to help Carolina in her revenge quest. They weren't answers Epsilon could give him.]
Knowing those guys, I wouldn't count them out just yet. [Considering how often Grif sleeps, Wash is surprised he hasn't shown up again yet.]
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'Find the Director'. Yes. They'd certainly done that. ]
I'll have to look for him, then. I was concerned when he wasn't responding to my calls.
[ If you don't know, Carolina certainly isn't going to tell you. You'll have to wait and find out for yourself. Someday. ]
I won't count on them either way.