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Yeaaah, about that.
[Asher has paid even closer attention, perhaps too close, right from the very start.
He is surprised Jin remembers any of the things he had said from their very first conversation,
recalling firsthand how small he felt when the monk had given him a once over and scoffed, unimpressed. It's strange to think that somehow they ended up here, sharing more than just a few kisses and holding hands like a real couple, instead of trading barbs like the foolish men they usually are.
Lashes flutter downwards as he glances to the side, laughing softly and hesitantly, as if he is going to utter some sort of well-kept secret. Asher leans back on the soles of his feet, rocking forwards once, and slips his hands into his pockets.]
I lied.
[Asher is a lover of video games, sure, but he's not particularly skilled.]
I actually kinda suck.
[Asher has paid even closer attention, perhaps too close, right from the very start.
He is surprised Jin remembers any of the things he had said from their very first conversation,
recalling firsthand how small he felt when the monk had given him a once over and scoffed, unimpressed. It's strange to think that somehow they ended up here, sharing more than just a few kisses and holding hands like a real couple, instead of trading barbs like the foolish men they usually are.
Lashes flutter downwards as he glances to the side, laughing softly and hesitantly, as if he is going to utter some sort of well-kept secret. Asher leans back on the soles of his feet, rocking forwards once, and slips his hands into his pockets.]
I lied.
[Asher is a lover of video games, sure, but he's not particularly skilled.]
I actually kinda suck.
Edited (sorry my phrasing aSLKDFJASF) 2017-05-05 01:27 (UTC)
No clue. I wasn't there, so I don't know if the information they got was from his notes or his mouth; I can't go down into places like sewers.
[Y'know. What with his murderstand. Sewers are honestly the worst possible place for them to be; they're too dark, too cramped, too literally full of shit.]
Debates on morality rarely are. Although it's useful to know who stands where, I suppose.
What. The team dissolving into bickering about murder, or Oska coming under attack?
[Y'know. What with his murderstand. Sewers are honestly the worst possible place for them to be; they're too dark, too cramped, too literally full of shit.]
Debates on morality rarely are. Although it's useful to know who stands where, I suppose.
What. The team dissolving into bickering about murder, or Oska coming under attack?
Makes sense. I wouldn’t blame you for staying away, what with... You know.
[Yeah, Fugo, he knows. RIP.]
Oska getting attacked. Lol. What makes you think this team would actually AGREE on something in a million years? This is not an isolated incident.
[Yeah, Fugo, he knows. RIP.]
Oska getting attacked. Lol. What makes you think this team would actually AGREE on something in a million years? This is not an isolated incident.
Nonspecific comment of agreement. Do you think anyone reads these conversations?
I'm not really surprised about either of these things. Safety is a relative concept and these sort of arguments are bound to happen when you've got a hodge-podge group of people whose best descriptor is "misc. (mostly) supernatural weirdos".
I'm not really surprised about either of these things. Safety is a relative concept and these sort of arguments are bound to happen when you've got a hodge-podge group of people whose best descriptor is "misc. (mostly) supernatural weirdos".
Edited 2017-05-08 04:26 (UTC)
[In the grand scheme of things, it's not an especially impactful admission. Of course the Asher then, well over half a year gone, would've been wracking his brain for anything to say to Jin in the moment: sure, he couldn't actually fight, faced up against the temporal insects that'd infested Oska. Maybe it'd made sense at the time, in all the disarray.
But right now Jin's taken totally aback, blinking, dumbfounded, at Asher. It's stupid. It's so stupid. Something about the ridiculousness of it all, that even that pointless excuse had been a lie-- something about how the weight of the last few months settles into him, down to very tissue and fiber-- sends him into more than just a little chuckle.
Whole, up from his belly, enough that he ducks his head once more, leaning into Asher for support: Kung Jin is laughing.]
You dumbass! You really-- hah-- you really had to lie about--
[The peal of laughter breaks off into another sneeze. Jin sniffles, giggling as he shakes his head and breaks eye contact. He can't look him in the face. He'll just start laughing again.]
Gods. [Jin's tone softens.] It's so good to be back.
[Home.]
But right now Jin's taken totally aback, blinking, dumbfounded, at Asher. It's stupid. It's so stupid. Something about the ridiculousness of it all, that even that pointless excuse had been a lie-- something about how the weight of the last few months settles into him, down to very tissue and fiber-- sends him into more than just a little chuckle.
Whole, up from his belly, enough that he ducks his head once more, leaning into Asher for support: Kung Jin is laughing.]
You dumbass! You really-- hah-- you really had to lie about--
[The peal of laughter breaks off into another sneeze. Jin sniffles, giggling as he shakes his head and breaks eye contact. He can't look him in the face. He'll just start laughing again.]
Gods. [Jin's tone softens.] It's so good to be back.
[Home.]
Who's got time to comb through everybody's gossip? [any nosy people would give up once they ran into the wall of asher texts......] I think we're safe. If you're that concerned I can talk to you in person, np.
We're the largest of the teams I've encountered so far, too. We have about eighty people, don't we? Noor, the team I was temporarily reassigned to, was much, much smaller-- including myself and the other ALASTAIR members who'd been rifted in to help. Eighty supernatural weirdoes make a hell of a lot more noise than twenty.
We're the largest of the teams I've encountered so far, too. We have about eighty people, don't we? Noor, the team I was temporarily reassigned to, was much, much smaller-- including myself and the other ALASTAIR members who'd been rifted in to help. Eighty supernatural weirdoes make a hell of a lot more noise than twenty.
It's fine. I don't really want to talk about it in person either.
[Things Fugo never wants to talk about: Purple Haze. The best way of coping with things you don't like about yourself is to never verbally acknowledge them unless absolutely necessary. Right??]
The number fluctuates, but it's never over eighty. Sometimes I wonder if, given how people come and go and we're occasionally offered side missions, if this team is meant to be temporary until a better fit is found on something smaller.
[Things Fugo never wants to talk about: Purple Haze. The best way of coping with things you don't like about yourself is to never verbally acknowledge them unless absolutely necessary. Right??]
The number fluctuates, but it's never over eighty. Sometimes I wonder if, given how people come and go and we're occasionally offered side missions, if this team is meant to be temporary until a better fit is found on something smaller.
[Jin laughs and everything is right again, and Asher smiles too.
The first time had managed to make him laugh it'd been by mistake, and although he was annoyed at the time, it had definitely changed some little thing inside, to see a man so menacing crack a smile that wasn't bitter or tinged with disdain. He watches the contours of Jin's face move, grinning a little wider as he notes those familiar wrinkles around the eyes, and slides an arm around a waist that's thicker than the ones he's so used to holding.]
Whaaaat!
[Said on an exhale, after elbowing Jin gently.]
Okay, okay... So I wasn't total garbage, but-
[r u pulling him closer u cheeky son of a bitch]
I wasn't about to be winning no nerd league championships, ya hear?
The first time had managed to make him laugh it'd been by mistake, and although he was annoyed at the time, it had definitely changed some little thing inside, to see a man so menacing crack a smile that wasn't bitter or tinged with disdain. He watches the contours of Jin's face move, grinning a little wider as he notes those familiar wrinkles around the eyes, and slides an arm around a waist that's thicker than the ones he's so used to holding.]
Whaaaat!
[Said on an exhale, after elbowing Jin gently.]
Okay, okay... So I wasn't total garbage, but-
[r u pulling him closer u cheeky son of a bitch]
I wasn't about to be winning no nerd league championships, ya hear?
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[Jin's smile is warm as the laughter tapers off at last. Asher'd jabbed him with his elbow, lighter than
this, the night they'd been thrown quite literally into each other in Perdition's Rest: he rubs his side, not in pain, but in reminiscence.
Things have changed. He doesn't regret any of it. ]
They have championships? [pffft.] Who even has time to play that many video games?
[He leans into Asher's arm, fitting there as seamlessly as if they'd never left each other's side at all.]
It doesn't matter. Let's just get back to your place already.
this, the night they'd been thrown quite literally into each other in Perdition's Rest: he rubs his side, not in pain, but in reminiscence.
Things have changed. He doesn't regret any of it. ]
They have championships? [pffft.] Who even has time to play that many video games?
[He leans into Asher's arm, fitting there as seamlessly as if they'd never left each other's side at all.]
It doesn't matter. Let's just get back to your place already.
Losers, man.
Guy's with a bunch of games and noooo girls.
[He scoffs at first, then remembering inclusivity, right-]
Or guys. Or just, any human contact in general. Anyway-
[The hotel is within sight now, and he fumbles with the keys in his pocket, using the action as an excuse to look away.
Asher's voice grows soft, and while he's playing it cool, it's clear that there's something he is rather nervous about.]
I kinda sorta... Gotcha a birthday present.
If you hate it, just tell me straight up.
Guy's with a bunch of games and noooo girls.
[He scoffs at first, then remembering inclusivity, right-]
Or guys. Or just, any human contact in general. Anyway-
[The hotel is within sight now, and he fumbles with the keys in his pocket, using the action as an excuse to look away.
Asher's voice grows soft, and while he's playing it cool, it's clear that there's something he is rather nervous about.]
I kinda sorta... Gotcha a birthday present.
If you hate it, just tell me straight up.
[He's... actually never considered it in that light before. Jin furrows his brow, and answers--]
So like a feeder team? I know that we're relatively new, just from what I've heard from people who've been here longer than me, but that's not entirely off base. My mission was completely specialized: two teams, one fully composed and one made of agents on side missions, and we were maybe half the size of Audentes altogether.
So like a feeder team? I know that we're relatively new, just from what I've heard from people who've been here longer than me, but that's not entirely off base. My mission was completely specialized: two teams, one fully composed and one made of agents on side missions, and we were maybe half the size of Audentes altogether.
You mean to say Audentes is NOT a neat and orderly operation? Shock and awe.
Achilles?
[Not often that he receives a call from the man-- even now.]
I'm outside the castle grounds; we'd been finishing up some repairs on the outer wall. What's the matter? Has something happened?
[Not often that he receives a call from the man-- even now.]
I'm outside the castle grounds; we'd been finishing up some repairs on the outer wall. What's the matter? Has something happened?
So a clusterfuck is what you're saying.
[As attached as he is to everyone here... even his old Special Forces team, where they also all hated each other for the first month and a half, was more put together than this.]
[As attached as he is to everyone here... even his old Special Forces team, where they also all hated each other for the first month and a half, was more put together than this.]
[It is the slight pause that comes before his words, the breath of silence from a man so confident in speech, that signifies the weight of what is to come. Then his words continue as even as slate, but laying bare his solemnity.]
I have received word from those of ALASTAIR that I am to return to the world whence I came - I cannot call it a homecoming, for it is to Troy's shores that I must go rather than those of my dear native Phthia. How I wish I could see those fertile plains where stands my father's noble house, which I long ago left behind...just once more I wish I could see, but such is not my lot. There by windy Ilios I must meet my fate which for more than a year I have circumvented, and thus what balance was lost shall be restored. I wish to bid farewell ere I leave in the morning.
I have received word from those of ALASTAIR that I am to return to the world whence I came - I cannot call it a homecoming, for it is to Troy's shores that I must go rather than those of my dear native Phthia. How I wish I could see those fertile plains where stands my father's noble house, which I long ago left behind...just once more I wish I could see, but such is not my lot. There by windy Ilios I must meet my fate which for more than a year I have circumvented, and thus what balance was lost shall be restored. I wish to bid farewell ere I leave in the morning.
But--
[All of ALASTAIR feels as if it's held fast within time, somewhere between realities. Sometimes he forgets that their worlds-- their true lives-- lie elsewhere.
Jin inhales. His breath, too, catches in his throat, because he's read the stories before... or, at the very least, he knows the way that they end.]
Then this is...
This, truly, will be goodbye?
[All of ALASTAIR feels as if it's held fast within time, somewhere between realities. Sometimes he forgets that their worlds-- their true lives-- lie elsewhere.
Jin inhales. His breath, too, catches in his throat, because he's read the stories before... or, at the very least, he knows the way that they end.]
Then this is...
This, truly, will be goodbye?
Indeed - my time here is short, for already it has stretched too long. Once I go from this house, I shall not be back.
[It is a strange thing, to know that it is the last time you shall see a place, or a person - strange, yet he is no stranger to it. He prefers this to the last times that he does not yet know are final. He has time then to brace his heart for what is to come.]
On which wall of the castle are you?
[It is a strange thing, to know that it is the last time you shall see a place, or a person - strange, yet he is no stranger to it. He prefers this to the last times that he does not yet know are final. He has time then to brace his heart for what is to come.]
On which wall of the castle are you?
At least we've been breezing by as far as I know.
Well. Mostly. I don't think we've totally tanked a mission yet, which has got to count for something.
Well. Mostly. I don't think we've totally tanked a mission yet, which has got to count for something.
Edited 2017-05-31 21:12 (UTC)
Oh, it does. How to put it.
Imagine if we failed in Woodhurst. Or what might have happened if we were unable to find a cure and had to kill anyone who was infected, including our teammates.
Morale would be totally shot. Everything would fall to pieces.
Imagine if we failed in Woodhurst. Or what might have happened if we were unable to find a cure and had to kill anyone who was infected, including our teammates.
Morale would be totally shot. Everything would fall to pieces.
You sure are a ray of sunshine.
Anyway. One casualty there was difficult enough. I'm just glad the team wasn't hit harder. Hopefully whatever our next mission is... after this dander-filled break... won't be nearly as perilous.
Anyway. One casualty there was difficult enough. I'm just glad the team wasn't hit harder. Hopefully whatever our next mission is... after this dander-filled break... won't be nearly as perilous.
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