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this hasn't happened before with the portals, right?
[ Somewhere his brow is furrowing in mild annoyance at circumstances that none of them can control.
Faintly, it dawns on him that he might be stalling. ]
where should i meet you?
Faintly, it dawns on him that he might be stalling. ]
where should i meet you?
( And this is the story all about how Jack got slapped in the face with a fish and almost mauled by his own raccoon familiar. One second he's bracing himself to slam the door shut, the next it's a Holy Mackerel in the most literal sense, and a streaking blur of black and neon green as Rita fucking launches herself at sonic speeds toward Jack.
Jack may trust Rita's loyalty in life or death situations, but he does not trust her not to maul him in pursuit of fish, and so he squawks in undignified protest- )
Rita no!
( Stumbling backward, his heel clips a book and his legs go flying out from under him. His ass hits the stonework hard, but it puts enough distance between himself and the furry homing missile that he manages to peel the fish off and he flings it--
Directly back at Cassian. )
Jack may trust Rita's loyalty in life or death situations, but he does not trust her not to maul him in pursuit of fish, and so he squawks in undignified protest- )
Rita no!
( Stumbling backward, his heel clips a book and his legs go flying out from under him. His ass hits the stonework hard, but it puts enough distance between himself and the furry homing missile that he manages to peel the fish off and he flings it--
Directly back at Cassian. )
[ It probably goes without saying that Cassian definitely hadn't intended on throwing the fish at Jack's face. But he had just been there. He hadn't asked him to stand in the fish's trajectory. There's a brief moment of watching this chaos unfold and being absolutely dumbfounded by it before trying to launch into action and grapple Rita off of Jack.
Key word being try.
As he reaches down to grasp for Rita the fish smacks him square in the face prompting his own undignified squawk. Quick reflexes have him grabbing a hold of the fish and trying to fling it out the door again, but before he can, a blur tackles him to the ground. With his hands up trying to protect his face he doesn't see the smelly fish in all its slimy glory goes flying...right back towards Jack. ]
Key word being try.
As he reaches down to grasp for Rita the fish smacks him square in the face prompting his own undignified squawk. Quick reflexes have him grabbing a hold of the fish and trying to fling it out the door again, but before he can, a blur tackles him to the ground. With his hands up trying to protect his face he doesn't see the smelly fish in all its slimy glory goes flying...right back towards Jack. ]
[ This still feels like a bad idea. But he doesn't want to turn Willie down. ]
see you there
see you there
what should i call you?
( it seemed like a good starting point for clearing the air... maybe? )
( it seemed like a good starting point for clearing the air... maybe? )
[ Truthfully, he doesn't want the air cleared with anyone. If he had his way he'd just chalk it up to a horrible dream and nothing more than that. What happened to them was wildly out of their control, something that even he can see despite the coiling anger and frustration in his belly aimed at the faction leaders and at himself.
And it's for that reason alone that he doesn't outright ignore Heather. Because they didn't ask for that to happen to them. It just did. And now they had to deal with the aftermath and learn how to move on from it. ]
if we're outside the castle, alyx.
And it's for that reason alone that he doesn't outright ignore Heather. Because they didn't ask for that to happen to them. It just did. And now they had to deal with the aftermath and learn how to move on from it. ]
if we're outside the castle, alyx.
alright, cassian.
( they're not inside the castle )
i'd pretend we could start over and forget what happened but i can't. ( literally can't ) but we could find a new ground?
( they're not inside the castle )
i'd pretend we could start over and forget what happened but i can't. ( literally can't ) but we could find a new ground?
[ He walked into that one. ]
i'm surprised you want to
i'm surprised you want to
we had nice conversations before those memories. we can still have those. and one future where i fell in love with you doesn't mean i'm holding you to that or trying to do that either. it's not a guide for what's going to happen.
how do you know that the man you spoke to before this and the "god" that you interacted with in there are who i am?
does that stop pleasant conversations from being possible?
you'd keep talking to someone who might be a liar?
or presenting some false version of themselves?
or presenting some false version of themselves?
you'd never be alone in the world doing that.
( not when she did exactly the same daily )
( not when she did exactly the same daily )
[ There's a pause before he responds. ]
how much of what you did is what you did before coming here?
how much of what you did is what you did before coming here?
i've never had magic, but i believe what i do is to help and protect people. being 'a god' changed how that applies. though so does a lack of technology.
if you don't want to share them then i won't ask
[ He appreciates his privacy - just like he's sure she prefers hers. ]
[ He appreciates his privacy - just like he's sure she prefers hers. ]
i'm a programmer. though as you've worked out that encompasses less-than-legal 'programming' also. i looked for information, mostly.
( she's not sure why she's telling him this outside of that memory of trust. even if the rest didn't count she wanted to believe that feeling )
( she's not sure why she's telling him this outside of that memory of trust. even if the rest didn't count she wanted to believe that feeling )
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