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heavyhitter) wrote2015-12-26 10:14 am
heavyhitter) wrote2015-12-26 10:14 am
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IC CONTACT (futuro & prisma)
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From those of the house of ALASTAIR I have received news that both burdens my heart and lightens it at once. Today shall be the last day I pass among this crew that I have so long served. Tomorrow I shall go once more to Dardanus' land, upon whose shores the bones of my dear Patroclus wait, and there at last I shall meet the fate that too awaits me. Thus I have come to bid farewell.
Wait, what?
[ That's a wake up. There's a little more rustling. ]
You're going — home? Hold up, where are you?
[ That's a wake up. There's a little more rustling. ]
You're going — home? Hold up, where are you?
[He hears her surprise plain upon her voice, yet he continues as steady as the River Simois.]
At present I sit in my bed chamber. Yet I must correct you - it is not home to which I return. The shores of fertile Phthia, where stands my father's noble house, where rises Mount Pelion, the kingdom of my boyhood, these I bade good bye many years ago, and it was only later that I learned I would see that dear land nevermore. It is to Troy that I must return, to wage war against what sons of Priam remain.
At present I sit in my bed chamber. Yet I must correct you - it is not home to which I return. The shores of fertile Phthia, where stands my father's noble house, where rises Mount Pelion, the kingdom of my boyhood, these I bade good bye many years ago, and it was only later that I learned I would see that dear land nevermore. It is to Troy that I must return, to wage war against what sons of Priam remain.
Yeah, yeah, same thing, I mean back to your world — jesus, tomorrow? Seriously?
[ She's already on her feet and getting dressed, but it doesn't feel fast enough. She tosses out some idle nonsense as she goes, because she can't not. ]
They must really like you back at Rift Headquarters. What'd you even do to get this?
[ She's already on her feet and getting dressed, but it doesn't feel fast enough. She tosses out some idle nonsense as she goes, because she can't not. ]
They must really like you back at Rift Headquarters. What'd you even do to get this?
[ Sometime later in the afternoon, (evening? night? whatever the equivalent of about 5:30 or so is, the sun here is dumb) a text. ]
hey have you done dinner yet? if no how do you feel about almost but not quite entirely unlike thai food
[ If yes... traitor. ): ]
also I need to talk to you
hey have you done dinner yet? if no how do you feel about almost but not quite entirely unlike thai food
[ If yes... traitor. ): ]
also I need to talk to you
i'm in for both [ even if "i need to talk to you" is always alarming, jeez ]
where do you want me?
where do you want me?
[ Yeah there's never a soft way to put that is there. He could've just waited til she got here, but he's already run into one woman with mistaken pleasantries today. ]
[ He sends an address, puts in a name at the little restaurant he'd found, and hunkers down to wait by the window. Staring somewhere out toward the street, albeit not entirely focusing on the passers-by. Even when Ramir shows, it takes him a second longer than it should to perk up when she enters. But he does perk up. He's scatterbrained, but he's not totally out of it. ]
Hey. How's your day been?
[ He sends an address, puts in a name at the little restaurant he'd found, and hunkers down to wait by the window. Staring somewhere out toward the street, albeit not entirely focusing on the passers-by. Even when Ramir shows, it takes him a second longer than it should to perk up when she enters. But he does perk up. He's scatterbrained, but he's not totally out of it. ]
Hey. How's your day been?
[ And then he doesn't even tell her what it's about, jeez. She mostly manages to distract herself from the inevitable little gnawing concern as she heads over, but it's not until she pushes through the door and is greeted with that smile that any jangling nerves are finally soothed. So, okay, things can't be too bad, right? ]
Hey. [ She slides into the seat across from him, giving his leg a friendly knee-nudge under the table. ] Pretty good. Stole and crashed like 12 cars today, that's a personal record. [ (She didn't, don't worry.) ] How about you?
Hey. [ She slides into the seat across from him, giving his leg a friendly knee-nudge under the table. ] Pretty good. Stole and crashed like 12 cars today, that's a personal record. [ (She didn't, don't worry.) ] How about you?
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[ His grin widens on a laugh as she settles in across from him, knee-nudging in return and letting an ankle rest against hers. ]
So that's why you didn't invite me.
[ And he had to go occupy himself with other things. Now that she's here, they put a weight on his smile, and for a moment he hesitates. ]
I'm... [ Honestly, he doesn't know what he is. Resting elbows on the table, he scrubs a hand over his eyes before propping his head up by the cheek. ] I ran into someone today. Like, someone I met, before all this.
[ That sounds weird. Like he's talking about an ex or something. In a sense, it's a hell of a fling that's come back to haunt him. ]
That happens, right? People from the same place or whatever... It happens all the time.
So that's why you didn't invite me.
[ And he had to go occupy himself with other things. Now that she's here, they put a weight on his smile, and for a moment he hesitates. ]
I'm... [ Honestly, he doesn't know what he is. Resting elbows on the table, he scrubs a hand over his eyes before propping his head up by the cheek. ] I ran into someone today. Like, someone I met, before all this.
[ That sounds weird. Like he's talking about an ex or something. In a sense, it's a hell of a fling that's come back to haunt him. ]
That happens, right? People from the same place or whatever... It happens all the time.
[ Oh. Shit, so it's that kind of talk. Ramir's still not sure what direction this one's gonna take, but at least that narrows it down a little. ]
Yeah, that happens. [ She leans in a little, arms folded over the table and attention fully on Sigma, looking for whatever little signs or hints she can get about this. ] Like Achilles, he had Patroclus pop up.
[ Who was his true love, who then broke up him and Olivia, and ultimately fucking died... maybe not the best example in any sense of the word. She winces, and tacks on: ]
...Or Giorno and Fugo. Same world. [ anyway. ] Who'd you get?
Yeah, that happens. [ She leans in a little, arms folded over the table and attention fully on Sigma, looking for whatever little signs or hints she can get about this. ] Like Achilles, he had Patroclus pop up.
[ Who was his true love, who then broke up him and Olivia, and ultimately fucking died... maybe not the best example in any sense of the word. She winces, and tacks on: ]
...Or Giorno and Fugo. Same world. [ anyway. ] Who'd you get?
[ It isn't so much that he hasn't noticed it happening, it's more of a reassurance that it isn't just fate clawing its ugly way after him. It's coincidence. A nasty one, but nothing more. ]
Right, yeah, them. [ He mumbles, almost distractedly. There's a waiter looking for their orders, and he's suddenly grateful for the minute of delay it gives him just to figure out what he's going to say. Granted he hasn't even looked at the menu, so that delays a minute longer. ]
[ But eventually they're left in peace and he can finally spit it out. ]
It's... you remember the game and shit, right? It's her. The one that, y'know, orchestrated all that.
[ Because future kidnapper would probably be even less tactful. ]
Right, yeah, them. [ He mumbles, almost distractedly. There's a waiter looking for their orders, and he's suddenly grateful for the minute of delay it gives him just to figure out what he's going to say. Granted he hasn't even looked at the menu, so that delays a minute longer. ]
[ But eventually they're left in peace and he can finally spit it out. ]
It's... you remember the game and shit, right? It's her. The one that, y'know, orchestrated all that.
[ Because future kidnapper would probably be even less tactful. ]
[ Well, that's a better answer than 'old girlfriend' or something, like Olivia'd had to hear -- not that Ramir feels particularly threatened by anyone in Sigma's past. Still, though, this answer is all kinds of shitty in its own right. She lets it and all its implications sink in for a few seconds, then shifts.
She stands just long enough to switch sides on the table, plopping back down again on Sigma's side with the chair scooted close. One arm loops comfortably around his waist as she tries to figure out what you even say to a little info tidbit like this one. ]
Well, damn. [ A good start. With an earnest glance up at him: ] You want me to do something about her?
[ Because if she's gonna murder anyone it'll be whoever killed her grandma or anyone that hurt Sigma, and this new arrival definitely qualifies as one of those. ]
She stands just long enough to switch sides on the table, plopping back down again on Sigma's side with the chair scooted close. One arm loops comfortably around his waist as she tries to figure out what you even say to a little info tidbit like this one. ]
Well, damn. [ A good start. With an earnest glance up at him: ] You want me to do something about her?
[ Because if she's gonna murder anyone it'll be whoever killed her grandma or anyone that hurt Sigma, and this new arrival definitely qualifies as one of those. ]
[ Honestly, he'd probably prefer an old girlfriend. At least he'd be way over them instead of... weird. When she shuffles over to his side of the table, he leans into her idly, reflexively. And eyes stay focused vaguely on the centerpiece before her offer startles him enough to turn. He might be really good at glossing over what he doesn't want to hear sometimes (like murder), but he's known her long enough to know there's no way that's anything but an honest to god threat. ]
Wh— No, Ramir, she's on our team! And that's not even— [ The problem. The real meat of the awkward part. The bit that's really emotionally constipating if the confliction in his gaze is anything to go by. ] She hasn't done it yet, is the thing... Before I even mentioned I knew her, she said it was 2027 back home. That's like a year before.
Wh— No, Ramir, she's on our team! And that's not even— [ The problem. The real meat of the awkward part. The bit that's really emotionally constipating if the confliction in his gaze is anything to go by. ] She hasn't done it yet, is the thing... Before I even mentioned I knew her, she said it was 2027 back home. That's like a year before.
[ Oh. And to top if all off, it involves timeline bullshit. She makes a sympathetic face, the arm around his waist going to rub idle, comforting circles at his back. ]
Okay, but that's a standing offer if you change your mind. [ Just because she hasn't done it yet, after all... the potential is still there, as far as Ramir's concerned. Her head tips to lean on Sigma's shoulder. ] So what are you gonna do about her?
Okay, but that's a standing offer if you change your mind. [ Just because she hasn't done it yet, after all... the potential is still there, as far as Ramir's concerned. Her head tips to lean on Sigma's shoulder. ] So what are you gonna do about her?
[But it is not the same thing - for in returning home he would live long past the age when his hair silvers, and in returning to Troy he would be struck down by Apollo in the apex of his glory.]
I chose this path, Ramir - years ago when for Troy I set sail with my fleet of fifty ships manned by my thousand Myrmidons, my Fate was all but decided. I cannot forever stave this off.
I chose this path, Ramir - years ago when for Troy I set sail with my fleet of fifty ships manned by my thousand Myrmidons, my Fate was all but decided. I cannot forever stave this off.
I know, I know, you only talk about it all the fucking time. [ Okay, not all the time, but enough ... and it turns out she's actually usually listening to the many, many things he says. ]
Just shut up for a second, I'm on my way over. Be there soon.
Just shut up for a second, I'm on my way over. Be there soon.
[There was a time when such a flippant response would have stirred his ire; yet now, he allows her her anger, for what else can he leave her with?]
Very well - I shall await you.
[And so he does. When comes her knock on the door, he opens up to her.]
Welcome, Jolanda's daughter - come sit, and I shall pour the wine myself.
[For the first time in a long while, the room he keeps in the castle is all his own: none with whom to share his bed, and none to make lively the space. By the door stands his gleaming armor and shield, which once Koltira had rent and tarnished in single combat, and by these same hands the forge god's craft was restored too. Atop the wooden dresser sits the golden urn his mother had gifted him, which in its belly holds the bones of Patroclus, and beside it sits as a memorial the intricately carved music box he himself had once gifted his dear companion. Past all of this he leads her, to the small wooden table around which are placed two chairs.]
Very well - I shall await you.
[And so he does. When comes her knock on the door, he opens up to her.]
Welcome, Jolanda's daughter - come sit, and I shall pour the wine myself.
[For the first time in a long while, the room he keeps in the castle is all his own: none with whom to share his bed, and none to make lively the space. By the door stands his gleaming armor and shield, which once Koltira had rent and tarnished in single combat, and by these same hands the forge god's craft was restored too. Atop the wooden dresser sits the golden urn his mother had gifted him, which in its belly holds the bones of Patroclus, and beside it sits as a memorial the intricately carved music box he himself had once gifted his dear companion. Past all of this he leads her, to the small wooden table around which are placed two chairs.]
[ She doesn't sit, though. At least, not yet. First, and nearly as soon as the door opens, it seems tantamount to lean in and throw both arms around Achilles's neck and shoulders for a tight hug. It'd be a little too tight on a normal person, but she's sure he can take it.
Muffled and buried against him: ] This sucks.
[ Obviously she didn't really think they were all here forever, and the thought of going home again is incredibly important to her and never too far from her mind ... but she'd somehow failed to consider anyone else leaving her before she left them. It turns out it feels pretty damn bad, especially considering his circumstances. ]
Muffled and buried against him: ] This sucks.
[ Obviously she didn't really think they were all here forever, and the thought of going home again is incredibly important to her and never too far from her mind ... but she'd somehow failed to consider anyone else leaving her before she left them. It turns out it feels pretty damn bad, especially considering his circumstances. ]
[ She's known him for how long and didn't expect it to be full of timeline bullshit? ]
Yeah... [ Not that it's an offer he'll probably ever take, but Akane certainly didn't seem to express any surprise, let alone remorse, when he'd, you know, casually brought up the fact that she'd kidnapped him. But it's the thought that counts. And the thought he appreciates, resting his head up against hers where it lies on his shoulder. ]
... I donno, I thought this'd help me decide, [ he admits, slouching where he sits. Talking it out at someone who has enough of a grasp on the whole shitshow to take his word for it that she's Bad News. ] Get to know her, I guess? Y'know, friends close, enemies closer... And I'm pretty sure she still knows way more about this whole timeline jumping thing than I do.
Yeah... [ Not that it's an offer he'll probably ever take, but Akane certainly didn't seem to express any surprise, let alone remorse, when he'd, you know, casually brought up the fact that she'd kidnapped him. But it's the thought that counts. And the thought he appreciates, resting his head up against hers where it lies on his shoulder. ]
... I donno, I thought this'd help me decide, [ he admits, slouching where he sits. Talking it out at someone who has enough of a grasp on the whole shitshow to take his word for it that she's Bad News. ] Get to know her, I guess? Y'know, friends close, enemies closer... And I'm pretty sure she still knows way more about this whole timeline jumping thing than I do.
[He had begun to turn that he might shepherd her further into the cramped room, but then she throws her arms around him and his feet fall still, his strong arms wreathing her waist. He has no words with which to comfort her, and so he is quiet for a long moment. ]
I am sorry, but such is my duty.
[Perhaps such reasoning is flimsy to her, no sturdier to set upon than the boughs of a willow tree, yet in his estimation it is that to which he is bound.]
I am sorry, but such is my duty.
[Perhaps such reasoning is flimsy to her, no sturdier to set upon than the boughs of a willow tree, yet in his estimation it is that to which he is bound.]
[ She can admit that that's a pretty reasonable course of action. Keep someone around who isn't yet an enemy, but close be, just keep a close eye on them... it's solid. But still. Killing someone like that would be so satisfying, too. ]
Okay, question. If I see her falling off a cliff, can I just kinda... not save her? Is that fair?
Okay, question. If I see her falling off a cliff, can I just kinda... not save her? Is that fair?
Ramir...
[ Take a good long look at your boyfriend and ask yourself if he'd ever condone letting someone die. He had a hard enough time dealing with a dead zombie. Name groaned, he leans up and scrubs his hands over his face, slumping even further in his seat. ]
Okay, look at it this way, like... Are you upset at me, for any of the shit future me said to you? Like, am I responsible for that, in your opinion? I mean, I said it. At some point.
[ Is he actually defending this woman... Well, from death anyway. ]
[ Take a good long look at your boyfriend and ask yourself if he'd ever condone letting someone die. He had a hard enough time dealing with a dead zombie. Name groaned, he leans up and scrubs his hands over his face, slumping even further in his seat. ]
Okay, look at it this way, like... Are you upset at me, for any of the shit future me said to you? Like, am I responsible for that, in your opinion? I mean, I said it. At some point.
[ Is he actually defending this woman... Well, from death anyway. ]
[ Ugh. More being reasonable. Sigma slumps down, and Ramir slumps into him with a heavy sigh. ]
I guess not. [ And isn't she always the one mad about the idea of fate, and that things could be set in stone and unchangeable? It's irritating to think of this that way, though. She scowls, but buries it in Sigma's arm. ]
Fine. [ It's a mumble. ] I won't kill her or watch her die if given the option. I'll follow your lead.
I guess not. [ And isn't she always the one mad about the idea of fate, and that things could be set in stone and unchangeable? It's irritating to think of this that way, though. She scowls, but buries it in Sigma's arm. ]
Fine. [ It's a mumble. ] I won't kill her or watch her die if given the option. I'll follow your lead.
[ His most annoying talent. ]
[ As she grumbles into his shoulder, he mimics her huff, albeit slightly more relieved than frustrated. ]
Like I have any idea where I'm going, [ he laments. When she's finished, he takes his arm back and wraps it around her shoulders instead, pulling her in to put a kiss to the top of her head. ] Thanks... I'll let you know if the jury ever changes its mind.
[ But it's not like she can do anything while they're here anyway, working under ALASTAIR. Besides maybe try and convince him to return home with her. Which would absolutely never work on him now, no matter what she tried, fate be damned. ]
... Her name's Akane. [ It's probably been thrown around once or twice, but just in case she forgot. ]
[ As she grumbles into his shoulder, he mimics her huff, albeit slightly more relieved than frustrated. ]
Like I have any idea where I'm going, [ he laments. When she's finished, he takes his arm back and wraps it around her shoulders instead, pulling her in to put a kiss to the top of her head. ] Thanks... I'll let you know if the jury ever changes its mind.
[ But it's not like she can do anything while they're here anyway, working under ALASTAIR. Besides maybe try and convince him to return home with her. Which would absolutely never work on him now, no matter what she tried, fate be damned. ]
... Her name's Akane. [ It's probably been thrown around once or twice, but just in case she forgot. ]
[ Akane makes it immediately to the list of names she won't forget, but she just nods. ]
Got it. Akane, piece of shit, off-limits for killing.
[ And on that note, looking completely unconcerned because he's walked in on weirder lines before, the waiter with a delivery of their dinners. Ramir perks up immediately and digs right in, but not without one more inquisitive glance over. ]
Anything else I should know? Or did we basically cover it?
Got it. Akane, piece of shit, off-limits for killing.
[ And on that note, looking completely unconcerned because he's walked in on weirder lines before, the waiter with a delivery of their dinners. Ramir perks up immediately and digs right in, but not without one more inquisitive glance over. ]
Anything else I should know? Or did we basically cover it?
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