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ximilialog2021-10-02 08:53 pm
- ! event log,
- ! open,
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- cotar: rhysand,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- doctor who: the doctor (11),
- doctor who: the doctor (12),
- grishaverse: alina starkov,
- grishaverse: the darkling,
- gundam seed/destiny: yzak jule,
- mass effect: kaidan alenko,
- mcu: daisy johnson,
- mcu: peter quill,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- star trek aos: james t. kirk,
- yakuza: zhao tianyou
MISSION: BRASS DEVIL, PART 2
● ● ● M I S S I O N 2 . 2
Having spent some time to gather information about each of the families, learn about the history of Braccia, and agree upon the secret location of the Orb in this city, now has come the time for the Orbers to put their strategies into action. Through some fairly impressive in cognito antics while maintaining their respective covers, the Orbers will have split into different factions to help with the ultimate goal: retrieve the orb.
Orbers from Lionetta have decided to organize a distraction and gather as many of their fellow Lionetta members away from the headquarters as possible. Orbers from Featherstone, led by Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and River Song, have slowly been pilfering and assembling some of the weaponry and helpful tech. And Orbers from the Ti’shaaz have slowly been adding fuel to the family drama, stoking the flames between the Ti’shaaz and Lionetta families in hopes of invoking a battle on the same night as the planned heist.
Everyone has a good feeling about the work that they’ve done, the collaborative efforts that have brought them to the climax of their time on Braccia. But the night is still young, and there are many things that could go wrong if there is one misstep, one cog out of place in this seemingly well-oiled machine. It is imperative that every Orber pulls their weight in order for the retrieval to go successfully. But that shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Eventually, the time for preparations is over — the team has to make their move. The orb is waiting for them on the highest floor of the Lionetta main headquarters… all they have to do is get in.
1.0 Several different smaller teams decide to head into the old mines that lie beneath the surface of Braccia’s hustle and bustle. Those who decide to utilise the entrances further away from the Lionetta HQ, in the hopes of using paths less traveled and making it there unnoticed, will find that their journey leads them into complete darkness. Be sure to watch your steps — as the tunnels you take along here are ones that have been long since abandoned; there are pitfalls where the rock has crumbled away, leaving nothing but a chasm behind. There are also crumbling walkways and rotten wood that sag and give out from underneath your feet when you least expect it.
Aside from that though, there are no purposeful traps laid out — nothing visible to your eyes to stop you from advancing.
For those who decide to use the lit pathway leading straight from the headquarters to the fountain and the back alley behind Cherry on Top — well, at least you’ll be able to see where you’re going! However, the first thing you’ll notice are the blinking red lights of security cameras deliberately planted along the pathway … and for those who are not Lionetta, it may get uncomfortable, real fast. There are traps set along the way that only activate if the person trying to walk past is not a Lionetta member. Sharp blades might suddenly drop down on you from above. Spikes may burst out of from the ground like killer daisies. And a part of the pathway that you’re on could break into neat square pieces beneath your feet, crumbling away until you’re falling into nothingness.
Irregardless of which perilous road the Orbers choose to take, you will all eventually be led towards the same location: a golden door stands before them, the words For a better future carved into its surface. And if any of you happen to have a key (or a copy of it) like the one that Jim and Finn found, it’s to your benefit that it fits the lock perfectly. There’s nothing left but to go through, right?
2.0 The mines are not the only way in, of course: anyone with an official badge like the one that Kovacs managed to snag on a night out will have access to the elevator and will be able to call it to ground level, as well as take it up to the walkway. Or go straight to the walkway itself, and you’ll be able to boldly enter through the front doors as anyone with a badge has very little reason to be questioned … for now, anyway.
3.0 Meanwhile, An’alya has been mobilising members of the Ti’shaaz family against the Lionetta and are currently hard at work targeting the magical barrier that surrounds the Lionetta HQ. Eventually, those working at the barriers will begin to feel the magic within them weaken and crumble away in a slow but satisfying moment of victory. This weakened security allows Orbers with teleportation abilities to simply zip themselves inside — and perhaps with a few passengers in tow! Rhysand will have one lizard-shaped passenger alongside him already — An’alya herself has taken the first opportunity she could, leading the charge as she scuttles forward immediately upon entry, leaving the others to follow in her wake.
But while those teleporting in may have it easy, it’s hard to know where to teleport — you’d better hope that it isn’t in the middle of a guard shift change, or the guards’ break room, or a room locked from the outside ...
A couple of days before the party, a word-of-mouth invitation begins to travel through the members of the Lionetta family about a speakeasy party with food, drink, and most of all: music. The evening is meant to boost morale and bring the family together, pulling both HQs (lower and main) into an event that has little to do with their daily lives and their grueling jobs. Here they can regale each other with their loyalty and bond to their family; to remember the good times as it were. The party venue occupies the entire ground floor of a building nestled among other bars and clubs of what has fondly been referred to as the ‘entertainment district’. No other signage on the exterior of the building indicates that anything special is happening as the event is very much exclusive.
4.0 When you enter the hall, it’s to the sound of brass and percussion and a male’s singing voice to the tune of something you might have heard before. The makeshift stage is set with speakers and lights and a place for a band to really show the room what they’re made of. There are drinks and bits of food and a small crowd of people have already gathered to enjoy the festivities with a greater crowd expected to fill the room for a good time. It might not be anything to the level of Cheri’s birthday gala, particularly when the theme of the party is to celebrate Lionetta, but it’s an impressive feat all the same and the people here have been promised a good time.
Newly recruited member, Newt, is on stage behind a piano with a couple of other locals not associated with any family in particular who have all had to quickly (but enthusiastically) learn a new set of songs for the evening, music from ‘far away cities’. Joined on stage by another new recruit is The Doctor (11) who has a microphone in one hand and appears to be crooning a rather unrecognizable (by this world’s standards) tune. If you spent any time on Earth during the 1980s, you might recognize it though. It’s very catchy.
5.0 The evening seems to go without a hitch, attracting a large part of the Lionetta family to join the festivities through word of mouth. Everyone is just here to have a good time! As the crowd grows, Majima can be found on the floor keeping the party going by refilling the glasses of family members, while making sure no one gets just a little too out of hand. The music continues, the chatter grows louder, and the laughs and sloppy dancing increases with the hours. Sometime after midnight, when the hours feel a little late, you might find some of the Lionetta members trying to tap into their communications devices with the slow and sloppy realization that they haven’t been operating for … how long has it even been? A while now, right? Some of the members can be found shuffling out of the party in confusion, while others shrug a shoulder and go back to the festivities. Suddenly, someone comes back into the room and yells:
There is a flurry of panicked confusion and Lionetta members pausing in their drinking and dancing to check whether what’s been shouted is true. It looks like the ruse might be up. Will you pretend to be like the rest of the family and act accordingly? Confused and unaware of the plot you’ve cooked up? Or will you come clean and try to find an escape route — perhaps helped by those who, on the outside, have been hard at work making sure the cars aren't in driveable condition.
6.0 As if things hadn’t been chaotic enough, all members of the Lionetta family, including any Lionetta Orbers, will hear a sharp, piercing static crackle through your communications devices as Lionetta members seem to have finally found a way to hack their way through the comms-blocking tech that had been keeping them out. Olexa’s voice cuts in and out and it’s clear she’s been trying to reach her family for a few minutes now. Harsh and commanding, there’s a moment of steady audio that comes through every device in the room as Olexa speaks:
If you haven’t made a decision to stay or leave just yet, you’ll find yourself trapped with the other Lionetta as the doors crash open and colourful blasts of magic are aimed at the partygoers and ricochet off of the venue space. Robed members of the Ti’shaaz family crowd the entrance and start to filter in, officially crashing the party and ending the festivities with violence. The Lionetta, however, won’t be cowed to submission and they quickly gather their wits about them to fight back, throwing punches and swinging kicks to try and disarm the other family, dodging their magical strikes.
Here you have a few options: whether you’re Lionetta or Ti’shaaz, you can stay and fight and keep members of both families occupied, or you can find a way out to join your fellow Orbers at Lionetta’s main HQ for the heist.
7.0 The smaller team that make it inside first will be the one to hit the control room, revealed in the blueprints to be located on the 20th floor — and whether by teleportation or entry by badge, they are let in through the door… but the room is far from empty. There’s an awkward split second as you exchange glances with the guards inside, and then they come charging for you. When the guards have been incapacitated in whatever manner the team deems fit (depending on their level of thirst for blood), they’ll quickly have the opportunity to get the rest of the team in position for the remainder of the heist. Those with a talent for hacking will be able to access the security system without too much difficulty, shutting the cameras off, or programming them on a loop that should hopefully fool anyone looking at the footage elsewhere.
8.0 However, as the other Orbers slowly begin to infiltrate the headquarters, now unseen by any cameras, an alarm blares out, loud and insistent. It seems that the use of the stolen badge has finally been registered and the family have been alerted. Evgen, the officer who the badge belonged to, had immediately reported the missing identification … and unfortunately its use has instantly triggered the alarm system. Oops.
Lionetta officers begin to swarm the hallways and the elevator will immediately shut down (hopefully you’re not inside it as it stops between Level 13 and 14!), so the only way to move forward now is by foot.
Those on the lower floors will find that while there are no traps set in the hallways, the space is now filled with Lionetta guards and officers, all armed with a myriad of weapons: standard issue guns, certainly, but also stun guns, revolvers with bullets that have been enchanted to follow their target, and staves and knives with energy blades that crackle and glow with white light. A number of the officers here are also highly competent in hand-to-hand combat — and though some, like Petra and Mikaela, might be dressed in attire more suited for a party than a battle, they shouldn’t be underestimated. Without effort, they can (and will) make a hair pin, a brooch, or a stiletto heel a deadly weapon. Officers who have familiarity with any of the Lionetta Orbers will advance with an especially personal viciousness — traitors, after all, are not kindly looked upon and deserve the worst punishments.
9.0 In contrast to the lower levels, Orbers on the 20th floor and upwards seem to be herded into a narrow hallway with only one direction: forward. At the end of the path is a set of stairs leading to the next level up and onward, each ascension designed to be slow and deliberate with the flight of steps on alternating sides of the building. The only way to get there is to cross the length of the floor’s footprint.
From Level 20-23, guards and officers meet you in a battle round.
On Level 24 the floor is suspiciously devoid of anyone. Before you can think to turn back, every entrance is sealed with heavy, reinforced steel walls, and a roar that reminds you of the ocean sends a prickle up the length of your spine as the entire floor begins to flood with water. Slowly but surely, it rushes in from all sides to fill the space and unless you have the ability to grow gills … how will you escape? Maybe the how doesn’t matter — only that you do.
On the 25th floor, it becomes apparent to you that the air has a slightly luminous, greenish tint to it … but by the time you open your mouth to warn the others, it’s already in your lungs. It won’t take long before you begin to imagine enemies all around you: sudden attacks are coming out of nowhere, guards aiming their guns at you, alien creatures from the fighting ring snapping their jaws and throwing kicks and punches, clawed fingers trying to grasp at your face. You lash out at them in desperation — and, unfortunately, whoever is in their place in reality.
If you happen to make it past Level 25 unscathed, perhaps breathing in the gaseous substance on Level 26 will be what affects you: pouring out from pin-pricked holes in the walls like pores and colouring the air purple, its potency is much greater than the green mist from the previous floor. Instead of enemies, you are surrounded by the people you miss from home, those who might have been passed in your timeline. They ask you to stay with them, plead with you that they’re worried what might happen if you keep going — they murmur, please, just stay with me here and I’ve missed you so much. From an outside perspective, the sight won’t be so heartwarming: anyone observing you with a clear mind will notice a light purplish frost has started to cover your skin as though slowly encasing you in its substance …
With the aid of magic, air bubbles, or the antidote carefully nicked from the Featherstones, you somehow manage past the deadly, magical traps … only the dangers are hardly over. On Levels 27 and 28 sharp, red laser lines that criss-cross the hallways fill the remainder of the room — only those truly confident in their skill and agility can make it across unassisted. For the less coordinated, however, there is still hope: maybe you are one of the Featherstones and were equipped with the reflection tech made specifically for a situation like this one … or, if you can quickly gain contact (use that network!) with the others in the control room, they can do something about these lasers — if they aren’t still occupied with the Lionetta officers currently trying to take their control room back, anyway.
Finally, making it to the second-to-highest level, you will come face to face with two giant dog-like creatures… with glittering collars around their necks, each with a small tag to identify them. They are Ursa and Altair, respectively. Surely you were prepared for this, right? If you’re a Lionetta, you may be familiar with the alien-dogs and have a better chance of getting past them. If you dare to approach, however, you’ll notice that the ground surrounding them is a crimson mess of fresh blood. They’ve clearly had their dinner already… and the eager looks in their eyes can only be read as such: are you going to be their dessert?
Past the dogs and their matted fur and sharp teeth, there lies the entrance to the top floor — an entrance that only opens through facial recognition … strange, however is the scaly frost that has spread all over the scanner, leaving it non-functional — and the door… wide open.
As the two Orbers who have managed to make it before the others sneak towards the door and the stairs that lead up, they will hear two voices: female, both of them, one strained and quiet, like speaking is a struggle; the other, lilting and sugar-sweet.
The two Orbers continue to creep towards the open door, careful not to be heard or detected. It’ll be a strange scene that opens towards them: a dark office, wooden floors looking far older than the building itself must be — expensive furniture, and all of it is lit with a red glow.
In the middle of it all —
An’alya lies on the floor, eyes blood-shot, a trickle of blood staining the side of her mouth. She’s trembling, breathing heavily, like behind every breath is unimaginable pain.
Next to An’alya, her red eyes glowing just as bright as the round object that orbits her head in a slow circle, is Cheri...
… or perhaps that should be rephrased. Next to the fallen gang leader stands not the sweet, cheerful club owner, but Ruvia Alonetti: the owner of the Braccia orb, and the founder of the Lionetta family.
Whatever you do next… it's best to be careful. It will crucial to have a plan — because somehow that orb needs to leave this room with you.
F Y I
• The ultimate conclusion of the mission and the return to the station will be posted on October 16.
• If you have questions about anything in this log, please direct them HERE.
• And finally, your soundtrack for this log: ♪ ♪ ♪
Network | Un. Star-Lord
Yes, I'm here. Are you okay? Did you get caught?
Network. UN:Kirigan
[But since he was the one to open up the line of communication, he adds;] I'm fine.
[Alive. He was alive, and that was all that mattered. The darkness is thick around him, his own breathing bouncing off of the stone walls of the mine.]
You mentioned that you- [the Darkling stops talking, swallowing hard.] I might have made a mistake. With Daisy.
[Half-truths, from someone who is not unwilling to use his own faults as a weapon. To yield his vulnerabilities as a blade if it gets him the desired results.]
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The Guardian is silent as he tries to make sense of what the Darkling is saying, or rather, not saying. When the realization dawns on him, he relaxes marginally, tentatively categorizing the issue as 'girl problems' in his mind. ]
I can't say I ever talked to her, but perhaps I can help. What happened?
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I might have made a mistake.
[Which is sufficiently vague to mean anything, but-] At the party. I- [Alina is not something he wants to discuss, whatever wayward emotions that surge at the thought of her is buried too deep. Nestled too close to his heart, and he blinks in the dark.] You know that Daisy and I agreed to be married for this mission.
She saw something at the party, that she would be well in her rights to be upset about, had this been... real.
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Those happen. That's pretty much the reason why all of us ended at the station, but perhaps this one is more easily fixed.
[ Peter has talked to Alina briefly, she's a nice lady, but Daisy is someone he has yet to meet, and he had no idea that the Darkling was playing fake marriage with her. It's a cute mental image regardless, to try to imagine Kirigan as a boyfriend. ]
Right...I knew that, sure. [ He did not, but that's unimportant. He can more or less figure out where this is going. ] So...your fake spouse saw you doing "something" and is now angry with you because she took the marriage things more seriously than you did?
Where you doing something or where you doing someone?
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He hums anyway. Peter can read anything he wants in to that soft sound.]
I could understand jealousy. [Doesn't he know it intimately? The claws that sink in to his throat when he watches Alina and Rhysand, the hook sunk too deep in to the softness he doesn't want, but it still lives inside his heart. Less than the guarded jealousy he felt in Ravka, from watching Alina shield the tracker and surrender herself to protect him.] She says that she isn't. But I might have--
[A longer pause.] tried to hug her.
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It doesn't go unnoticed that the Darkling doesn't really explain what he was doing at the party, but he won't press the issue for now. ]
Really? You don't strike me as the hugging type, that's new. [ A hug doesn't sound terrible in the big scheme of things, yet Peter knows he's missing a ton of context here. ] Did she want to be hugged? Perhaps she didn't want to be touched at all and that's what upset her further. What were you doing before that point? Talking, dancing, arguing...?
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[The Darkling shoots back, slightly uncomfortable at the suggestion of overstepping.]
We were- [that pause again, as he picks through the right words to use. The right way to phrase this without mentioning Alina. Or the dance. Or anything at all that might matter even slightly, as he works to fulfill his personal goal.
How far would you go to right a wrong?
What would you sacrifice to undo one regret?] arguing. A lot of things were said on both sides in the heat of it, and I might have... accused her of being jealous. While I touched her shoulder.
[It had been more than that, but for now, he's inching his way along the dark pathway that hopefully leads to the orb. To the end of this, and it carried the gist of what had happened.]
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Being uncomfortable at the suggestion of overstepping is a good thing, because it means that the Darkling understands boundaries. Now, if he does respect them...that's a different issue. Peter doesn't rush him, though, letting him speak about what happened at his own pace. ]
People can say things they don't believe in when they're angry, that doesn't mean your relationship is ruined forever. I argued with my girlfriend sometimes too. She isn't one for sugarcoating things but she also doesn't call me out on my shit without a good reason.
[ Like the fight they had about Peter's father, Ego. That was one of the first serious fights they had, but not the last one. They did learn to talk things out instead of getting into screaming matches. It's Peter's turn to be silent for a few, as he processes everything. ]
Did you want her to be jealous? By the sound of it, you do care about this woman. [ By the sound of it, the Darkling is good at deceit after all, and Peter thinks he's telling the truth now. And so, he wants to help and offer advice, even if he doesn't have all the details. ] First, you should apologize to her, sincerely, for making assumptions. Maybe arrange a meeting at a place where she feels comfortable. What started the first argument? You must have called her jealous for a reason.
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[The laugh is a startled thing and it echoes down the dark pathway before he snaps his mouth shut around the sound.] Yes. If we had been undercover as a couple, I would have hugged you as well.
[The only ones who didn't were royals and the upper crust of the aristocracy. Marrying for political reasons and to win land, to ensure the succession of heirs and the family name.
Otkazat'sya married for the future and to get away from the generations that came before. And Grisha... they married because life was short. Chaotic and painful, the violence leveled at them lending to violent deaths.]
I called her jealous because - [Daisy had pushed in to the sore spot that had Alina written all over it. The bruise sucked in to his neck and the scratches adorning his chest.] Because she got very upset about what she saw.
[He doesn't elaborate. Doesn't have to, because Peter is already helping, sharing pieces of himself to sooth the anguish he might hear in the Darkling's voice as it rings out through the utter silence in the mines. Has already agreed to help, without a protest, despite his personal goal and what it means to fail it.
He grins, teeth flashing, but his voice drops to sad bewilderment as he continues.]
She kept asking why I had scratches. That might be why I called her jealous, that and claiming that I was endangering the mission.
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Sweet, because I also like to cuddle in bed. Consider yourself warned, in case any future missions end that way. [ If Peter could send a ;) emoji through sound, he would do just that. Alas, they're limited by the medium as they go on with the mission. ]
I'm going to take a wild guess here and assume Daisy saw you messing around with someone else. I won't ask who, that's not my business.
[ Why would Daisy get mad in a way that prompted the Darkling to call her jealous, otherwise? Gamora had been angry at Peter after his conversation with Ayesha, because they also had been flirting..but not. Sometimes it was a compulsive urge for Peter. ]
Scratches? How feisty. I had hookups like that. Hell, I had some that left me with scars. My girlfriend tried to rob me and kill me when we first met...I'd tell you all about it one day. [ Because exchanging anecdotes of sex-turned-murder-attempts is a total normal way to bond with another person. ] You should come clear to Daisy, tell if you really are interested in her or not, so it saved you all the trouble. Or perhaps you're still not sure about your feelings?
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[There's a hole in the wall, the path branching out in different directions ahead of him. He's studied the few maps they found. The general layout of the city built on top of the elaborate network of tunnels.] Feelings.
[The illusion of feelings from watching Daisy's face in the low lights in their room, the heat of another body pressed against his in sleep. Hands steady and heart calm, he steps through the passageway to the left.] She threatened me and she left. And I find myself at a loss at what to do next, and your suggestion is to find her.
What did you do, after she tried to kill you, Peter?
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Feelings, yes. You're familiar with the concept, I presume? [ Peters' voice sounds playful, not as if he's trying to make fun of the Darkling, but amused at his curt reaction. ] Confusing, things that make our hearts skip a beat, and can get us in a lot of trouble. Feelings.
My solution is to arrange a meeting with her and have a proper conversation, like adults. Not just go find her out of the blue when she doesn't expect it. Ask her first to see if she agrees. Otherwise, she might not be in the mood to talk and get defensive or even more annoyed at you.
Gamora and I were a special case, you see. We all ended in prison back then, alongside Rocket and Groot, who also had tried to kidnap me. We met Drax in prison, the fifth member of the guardians, and we all ended bonding here when we broke out of prison.
Hopefully, you and Daisy are probably not this complicated.
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[The fondness in Peter's voice is impossible to ignore. How the light teasing edge slips out of it, replaced with something much warmer. Pleasant memories of camaraderie and apparently, a prison break.
It sounds different than the bonds forged in battle, the reluctant pull of the barest of trust that comes from watching each other's back and more like Peter genuinely likes these people.]
I do know what a feeling is- [but it doesn't bring images of Daisy with it. Feelings. Confusion and a heart that can't stop racing. The vague description of something monumental and yet as fragile as spun glass.
Want.
When wanting makes a man weak.] Thank you. I will try this once this is done.
Why were you in prison?
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It sucks, sometimes, having feelings. More so about the wrong person. But that's what makes us human.
Ey, no problem. Best luck, Kirigan. If you want to talk afterward, I'm always available.
[ As for why they ended in jail...Peter gives the abridged version. ]
Oh, it was because we were all fighting and chasing each other in the middle of a big city. The police showed up and arrested us for disturbing the peace, then they put us in jail because of our past felonies.
Long story short, we broke out of jail and saved the galaxy so they let us start with a clean slate after that. We have been on the right side of the law since then.
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Of course. And thank you for your help.
[Not that it matters. Friendships were pointless, when everyone died in the end. Living short, brutal lives and dying inside of a century. Pointless, when friendship wouldn't save the world or bring safety to his people.
Feelings were for other people, mirrored in him because that is what is expected and because a smile made his mission easier. He grins in the dark, lips pulled back from his teeth as the victory at the expense of Peter and one step closer to his ultimate goal.]
You saved the galaxy. That is still a little much to imagine, not that I don't believe you, but I cannot imagine the tough choices you've had to make to make it here.
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Ey no problem. I hope you all manage to ease things out soon. If things don't go as planned, well...I can offer comfort or distractions.
[ And for once Peter isn't trying to make that sound flirty. He sounds pretty sincere in wanting to help out. ]
It wasn't easy, no. There are always people who suffer, who die...or worse, people who have to keep on living after losing others. It's better if you can't imagine it. But let's not talk about that now, not when we're so close to finish our missions here. I just reached the golden door, where are you?
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And he walks the world, alone. Forever waiting until the day when his people are safe, for the day that the battles are over and done with and he can finally relax.
That day, once Ravka has been united and the Grisha have been granted the same rights as everyone else, the right to have a home. A safe place to sleep at night and the right to have a family, without the threat of pyres or slavery hanging over their heads - this is day he will live his life. Breath happily and let himself feel.]
What kind of distractions?
[There's a small light up ahead, the pathway branching off but he stays on this one. Hand pressed firmly against the wall, walking towards that light.]
In the mines, but I see a light up ahead.
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That depends on what are you in the mood for, baby. [ Peter sounds flirty, even if he knows this is not the time. Not like he's serious, but this is a way to keep them both from thinking that they might not live to see another day. Well, the Darkling might, being unkillable and all. ] You owe me a churning butter lesson. And have you ever played strip poker?
[ The guardian lets out a soft hum and then looks around himself, listening to the sounds echoing across the mine. ]
Maybe you're close. I can wait here until you come, I've got a copy of the key.
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I can assure you, I am not an infant. [And closer, the shadows starting to blot out the faint light.] I know butter, but I never play unless I'm sure to win.
[Except for the games Ti'shaaz made them play to earn money.]
I should be with you momentarily.
[The light dies under his shadows, the darkness complete in the tunnels below the Lionetta head quarters as the Darkling steps closer to the golden door at the end of the tunnel.]
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[ It could sound like an odd question but to Peter, it's not. He's met plenty of humanoid-looking aliens before, and powerful people like his father ego or like Asgardians who could live for more years than one could count. ]
See you in a bit, then.[ And he means that literally. Peter's got his helmet on and it allows him to see the Dakling coming close even when he does so covered in shadows. ] That trick will stops being cool. If we timed it right, I bet we could make someone wet their pants.
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[Which always brings with it, the thoughts of 'what kind of human'. They all look the same, two eyes and two arms. They breathe the same air and eat the same food. They are all similar, and yet- their worlds are so vastly different. From the peaceful world Jim mentioned to the hellish world with nothing but war on aliens.
Why are they all so alike?
Is it threads from the making at the heart of the world being spun across the multiverse and with each thread, the seeds of life are sown.
The Darkling doesn't know, and right now, poised on the brink of breaking in to the Lionetta headquarters, it doesn't matter much. It's an idea to ponder when this is all over, but now-
he walks slowly through the dark, hand trailing over the wall to keep his footing when-
Two bright red pools of light, coming from beyond the darkness of his shadows and burning bright like fire. It's the eyes of some alien beast, placed by the door to stop them. To guard the orb and keep it safe from people just like him, and the Darkling brings his hands together, the shadows shifting in to a blade between his hands-]
There's something here.
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[ And for a good reason. Celestials had too much power, could cause too much harm. While it had been amazing to have powers, and Peter will always regret the decision he had to take to make them go away, he knew it had to be done. It's only a shame he never had the chance to use them to help people across the universe. His father could have done so much good and instead chose to be selfish and self-narcissistic. No wonder his name was Ego.
It hadn't occurred to him that the Darkling can't see him back, even though the man had mentioned in the past that his own shadows blind him. The downside of his powers, it seems. ]
Oh, yeah...it's me. I'm that something. And I can see you lifting your hands, please do not stab me. It would be so awkward trying to explain to Viveca how I almost got murdered by a fellow orber even before we had any chance to steal the orb. [ That, if he survived to tell her how his injuries happened. Peter knows better than to make sudden moments and startle his companion. Instead of reaching up and retracting his helmet into the small metallic device behind his ear, he simply tilts his head a little. And so, the ominous red lights amist the shadows move to the side as well. ]
I'm wearing a special helmet that allows me to see in the dark, the lenses are red.
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Waiting.
A bated breath, caught in his throat at the sight of those red lights. Like eyes and they tilt comically in the midst of his shadows.
Peter is not the only one who is not strictly human, but there is no advantage of telling Daisy's secret and he knows, better than most, just what fear might drive a man to. Peter might not want to hunt down or experiment with other near-humans, but until the Darkling knows more, he keeps quiet.]
How can I be sure it's you.
Jump.
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A moment later, the Darkling should be able to see those crimson orbs bounce...because Peter did indeed jump, just to humor him. ]
Happy?
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