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ximilialog2021-06-06 06:04 pm
levers) wrote in ximilialog2021-06-06 06:04 pm
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( 001 / CLOSED ) HELP YOURSELF
CHARACTERS: Kaz Brekker & Jesper Fahey
LOCATION: One of the dorms
DATE: 06 June 2021
CONTENT: Crow bros reunion
WARNINGS: Imagery related to drowning, frankly rude treatment of one’s very best pal
[ A common dream meets a different end: Gasping, drowning, dying, blackout, instead becomes a conversation. An exchange of sorts, though the terms seem murky in his blurry recollections. Two states of mind in him. One tells him the deal is the deal, like always, with Jordie tipping the scales in favour of compliance, while the other hisses that he slipped. Only a pigeon would fall for the childish fantasy of a kinder life.
By the time Kaz finds Jesper, his leg aches from traversing the station — and his hope, though he wouldn’t call it that, has begun to flicker, in and out. A coil of dark hair. A tall silhouette. All reveal themselves to be unfamiliar. Foreign in a more literal sense, too, from the sound of their accents and manner of dress — except General Kirigan, whose mere presence necessitates an uneasy truce. Uncontrolled and dangerous variables everywhere. Any plan for moving forward eludes him.
The sight of Jesper, sleeping soundly, cracks his face wide open and his features slacken with relief. An ally and a sharpshooter make for strong cards in hand, regardless of the game they’re playing. Just as quickly, his expression snaps shut, wiped blank by practiced control. His cane comes down hard on a dangling corner of the sheets, dragging them off his friend and onto the floor. Not even a blink at his state of undress, comfortable at a distance in his own careful layers. ]
Jesper. [ A sharp command, like always. As he leans closer, both hands folded over his cane, the corners of his mouth twitch downward. ] Jesper, up. You’re late.
[ Too many others are already awake. Nevermind that if Jesper were up and roaming, Kaz might not have found him. ]
LOCATION: One of the dorms
DATE: 06 June 2021
CONTENT: Crow bros reunion
WARNINGS: Imagery related to drowning, frankly rude treatment of one’s very best pal
[ A common dream meets a different end: Gasping, drowning, dying, blackout, instead becomes a conversation. An exchange of sorts, though the terms seem murky in his blurry recollections. Two states of mind in him. One tells him the deal is the deal, like always, with Jordie tipping the scales in favour of compliance, while the other hisses that he slipped. Only a pigeon would fall for the childish fantasy of a kinder life.
By the time Kaz finds Jesper, his leg aches from traversing the station — and his hope, though he wouldn’t call it that, has begun to flicker, in and out. A coil of dark hair. A tall silhouette. All reveal themselves to be unfamiliar. Foreign in a more literal sense, too, from the sound of their accents and manner of dress — except General Kirigan, whose mere presence necessitates an uneasy truce. Uncontrolled and dangerous variables everywhere. Any plan for moving forward eludes him.
The sight of Jesper, sleeping soundly, cracks his face wide open and his features slacken with relief. An ally and a sharpshooter make for strong cards in hand, regardless of the game they’re playing. Just as quickly, his expression snaps shut, wiped blank by practiced control. His cane comes down hard on a dangling corner of the sheets, dragging them off his friend and onto the floor. Not even a blink at his state of undress, comfortable at a distance in his own careful layers. ]
Jesper. [ A sharp command, like always. As he leans closer, both hands folded over his cane, the corners of his mouth twitch downward. ] Jesper, up. You’re late.
[ Too many others are already awake. Nevermind that if Jesper were up and roaming, Kaz might not have found him. ]
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[He is not up. But he still asleep brain responds to Kaz' voice out of instinct alone, even has his body jerks a bit in reaction to the cold, then curls up again as Jesper tries to chase after that last bit of lovely sleep.]
I'm up, I'm up.
[He is going to be fully back asleep in about ten seconds. It was just an interesting dream. He might be able to get back to it.]
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[ This is hardly worth the risk of touching him, but — for saints’ sake, Jesper.
Kaz swivels his gaze around the room. There. Without warning, he seizes and throws a pillow from the neighbouring bed at Jesper’s head. ]
I said get up.
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One of my most highly reviewed positions-
[He never saw it coming, and he lets out a loud oomph of over exaggerated pain as the pillow hits him dead in the face, cutting off the rest of the innuendo.
The dream is already slipping away, and that little voice in the back of his head (that sounds oddly like the man currently abusing him) is pointing out he's probably pushed Kaz far enough for the first few moments of the day- especially if he really is late. For what, he doesn't know, but that would hardly be the first time. So Jesper finally heaves himself into a sitting position, feet on the ground, and pulls the pillow down from his face.
Oh. Oh. This was new. The bed, the room, all of it, and it makes his brow furrow as he turns to Kaz for answers.]
Did I drink last night? I don't feel like I drank this much last night.
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I'd you had, I'd have been up all night keeping you from falling overboard.
[ showing his hand, though he doesn't know it yet (unaware that time isn't fixed here, with people pulled from different points). The last thing he recalls is the harbour, the way Inej had looked at him when he named Alina a saint. He knows Jesper will expect more answers from him than what he has, and the inadequacy rankles. ]
Get dressed and find your revolvers. [ a tip of his head toward the closet, which he suspects will hold most of his personal effects. ] What's the last thing you remember?
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[Please, lie to him. Just say there's a plan, Kaz.
He obediently gets up, frowning at the strange bed as he pats himself down, makes sure everything is in place, then goes to retrieve his hat and put in on at is usual jaunty angle.
His hands rest on the butts of his pistols, fingers fluttering in a clear sign of anxious energy at all of this.]
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Kaz turns on his heel and tosses a reply over his shoulder. ]
I have a plan. [ Half a plan. ] We're going to the armory.
[ His gaze swivels forward, so as not to invite any questions about what jewel was dangled before him in his sleep. ]
We both made deals in our dreams. [ which sounds as mad as the sun summoner emerging from an orphanage, volcra descending on them in the fold, and novokribirsk plunging into darkness forevermore. ] And for now, we best hold up our end of the bargain.
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[More guns for Jesper? More guns for Jesper. And maybe even some fancy ones, given this entire place is made of metal and...some other things, he's sure.
He follows obediently, clearly pleased he can simply slip back into Kaz' game plan. If the other man hadn't been here, there may well have been far more shaking and crying. But as it is? He can be the levity the situation so clearly needs.]
But if my dreams are going to start becoming real I- well. There may be a lot more baby Jesper's running around soon.