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poly_chromatic2013-08-13 07:50 am
olduvai) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-08-13 07:50 am
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[ what's up, poly? now that the pirate shenanigans are over, you're very much welcome to the usual sight of our dear fountain bringing in another one of those new arrivals, the side of their face just barely in view of the screen.
or are they new, is the question (yes they are).
the man who appears on the screen is probably a familiar face to a lot of people, but there are notable differences: he looks just a bit younger for one, his face covered with facial hair, his hair cut shorter, blood all over his face and uniform (mostly his, yes, but they've healed, so don't worry), and he's seems less - angry. more hardened, really. less 'i don't have time for this bullshit', and more 'i don't really need this right now' - if you catch my drift.
plus, he's carrying an assault rifle in one hand. that's not something that the good old country doctor does, is it? ]
Could do with a better welcoming committee.
[ charming, isn't he?
but really, no one answered his question when he started asking around, but that might have something to do with the fact that he looks less than friendly in his standard uniform. anyway, he's been duly informed that asking through a 'network' will give him his answers, so here he is. ]
How about we start with the question where the hell am I, and then we'll go from there? If there are any devil dogs around, oorah. [ he says it with a deadpan expression, then cuts the feed. ]
or are they new, is the question (yes they are).
the man who appears on the screen is probably a familiar face to a lot of people, but there are notable differences: he looks just a bit younger for one, his face covered with facial hair, his hair cut shorter, blood all over his face and uniform (mostly his, yes, but they've healed, so don't worry), and he's seems less - angry. more hardened, really. less 'i don't have time for this bullshit', and more 'i don't really need this right now' - if you catch my drift.
plus, he's carrying an assault rifle in one hand. that's not something that the good old country doctor does, is it? ]
Could do with a better welcoming committee.
[ charming, isn't he?
but really, no one answered his question when he started asking around, but that might have something to do with the fact that he looks less than friendly in his standard uniform. anyway, he's been duly informed that asking through a 'network' will give him his answers, so here he is. ]
How about we start with the question where the hell am I, and then we'll go from there? If there are any devil dogs around, oorah. [ he says it with a deadpan expression, then cuts the feed. ]
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They're City labs, not everyone has access. Most people work to keep their gear operational or to synthesize special treatments for the hospital. [ Samantha Grimm. He hasn't heard the name around, but there's no harm in looking through the City's eyes. ] Sometimes people here vanish, it's reputed that they go back to their own life without missing a thing. The entire place around you is a nexus, it drags in people from all kinds of times and periods and worlds.
There's a building called the Hall of the Missing. If you want to see whether anyone else knew your sister, check for her portrait. It's spooky as hell, you'll ... see what I mean when you get there.
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[ a crooked smile to the side. see, jim, it's not too hard to get on his good side. it's only hard to keep it, but the captain has been helpful so far, if a little on the weird side. ]
I guess that would explain the guy that asked me what century I'm from.
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Me and my crew are from the twenty-third century. Bunch of others I've talked to are from way before and there's another crew from way after. [ He nods to those blood-stained clothes. ] Come to the labs, you can get clean and pick up some spare clothes while I check the database. Lot smarter than running around blind and ... smelly.
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[ to answer your unasked question. ]
Wasn't too bothered. I'm used to it. [ he's been trained for something like that, and has dealt with far, far worse. ] But I guess the gun's a bit too much when civilians are concerned.
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[ He starts to head in the direction of the labs, nodding for Reaper to join him. Offers a hand. ]
You're not the oldest relic around, don't worry. My bike beats you. [ Come to think of it ... ] You can borrow it to make your rounds, it'll get you through the woods a lot faster.
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[ he raises his free hand. it's covered with disgusting amount of dry blood. better not. ]
You're gonna offer me your bike without knowing if I can use it or not? [ why are hell are you nice to him. ]
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[ His grin widens and he shrugs. ]
You're looking for your sister, right? You look like the guy who's been more of a brother to me than anyone else my whole life, call this a karmic reach-around.
And if you can't use it, I'm not losing any gas, so.
[ YOLO. ]
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[ that's - not quite a compliment, but it might be. ]
Don't worry. I like walking.
[ so thanks, but it's okay. ]
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[ Let's all agree on that! Anyway; ] Alright. Let's get you stocked up on supplies and that map updated before you head out, it's a big place.
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[ and he's not afraid to call you out on it. ]
Lead the way then, Captain.
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Jim. I'm not on official business and I'm not your captain.
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From 'sawbones'? [ obvious conclusion. ]
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No, no, it's a bit more personal than that. [ Pardon him privately texting. ] I'm letting him know I'm helping you out.
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[ talk more, jim, because reaper isn't going to intrude on your private time with your comm. ]
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How'd you get the name 'Reaper'? Was it a Grimm pun?
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Well, they're not poets.
Sealed the deal when I got the ink on my arm.
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[ bang, bang. ]
The ink, you can see. That's fine with me.
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[ And when they reach the labs, Jim swipes them in to head to the floor he keeps for his people, acquiring one of those ancient laptops. ]
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[ something that he hopes you'll respect, jim. even if he's allowed to talk about it, it's not something he wants to delve into, anyway. ]
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[ Drawing up the City grid, he hacks into Uhura's former gateways to bring up cameras and sets them aside on the stupid little screen, fingers flying through coding to start searching business records for the name Samantha Grimm.
It's not his fault he can hack those shitty firewalls with his eyes closed, they should have repaired them since last time. ]
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[ he leaves his rifle on one of the table nearest after a moment of consideration (if jim touches it and tries to cock it, it will not verify him as the owner and basically won't work) but leaves his other, smaller gun with him,, tucked inside his uniform, just in case. he's going to go and get in the shower and change his clothes and it may take him a while - dried blood is hard to get rid off, and he has a lot. also there will be a lot of brooding going on in shower because fuck his life, honestly.
when he comes out, he's going to be wearing one of the shirts shown to him by jim, plus clean pants that he found somewhere nearby, clearly showing off this tattoo, since jim wanted to see it anyway. there are a number of faint scars on his skin, but none of them prominent or looked as though they needed stitching before the skin tissues closed and healed.
he also has no bruises, but then, that's hard to notice at first glance, to be honest. ]
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Blue eyes light up where they rest on the screen, reflecting the information when he glances over at his returned company some time later. He doesn't blame him for making use of the facilities, it looked like Reaper had been through hell and back in his own clothes. ]
Hey, wow, there was a person under all that blood after all. That is a nice tat. C'mere.
[ Swiveling around on his stool, Jim opens up a stringy plastic backpack with the lab logo on it, taking out the PADD-wannabe and navigating the touch-screen map with all the little dots that open on it with slices of information, distances and terrain descriptors. ]
This is mine, I've been fixing it up for a few weeks. Everything's locked down except the map, which I've pulled up a route for you on. If it futzes up that's because I haven't used that program myself yet, the power cells might go out if you leave it on all day. It's better than the shitty paper fold-outs in town though, goes without saying.
[ Offering it over with a smile. ]
If you break it, I'll kill you. Think of it like my inanimate child.
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