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ratherbelocky
"York here. I'm probably busy getting my ass handed to me by adorable woodland creatures, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Over and out."
ratherbelocky"York here. I'm probably busy getting my ass handed to me by adorable woodland creatures, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Over and out."
Action; 9/28, afternoonening
Date: 2015-09-28 08:19 pm (UTC)York. You free?
[More of an invitation than a demand, this time.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 08:30 pm (UTC)[Delta Two is the one to open the door. Looks like she and York were practicing a little telekinesis control, judging from the random objects from York's bag that have not quite made it back to where they belong around the room.
York smiles up at Carolina from where he's lying on his stomach on the bed facing D-2, arms folded under his chin.]
Hey there.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 08:33 pm (UTC)[She smiles gently down at D-2, watching Stripes give the little alien a 'wuffed' greeting, and steps inside, hands in the pockets of her track suit.]
I was thinking of taking Stripes on a walk. You up for a go around the perimeter?
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 08:50 pm (UTC)Coming, D-2? Got another shift at the Mart tonight, it's gonna be boring for you.
[Delta Two considers this, then nods and starts to tidy up some of her mess before they go. York puts on his shoes and goes up to Carolina to take the door while Delta Two scurries out into the hall on her stubby legs.]
After you.
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Date: 2015-09-28 08:58 pm (UTC)Nodding to York, Carolina leads the way out of the inn's halls and out to the perimeter, quiet for much of that part of the walk. Once on their planned route, however, she looks over her shoulder at York.]
So, looks like you've been enjoying yourself so far.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 09:10 pm (UTC)When she looks back at him, York strides forward a bit to walk at her side rather than behind, hands in his pockets. The weather's getting cooler, and it's pleasant. He's almost getting used to the fresh air, the lack of noise.]
Well, what can I say? Living in an old school arcade game's a damn sight better than the last few years on the run. And the company's good.
[He looks at her, then at Delta Two, then back at the inn, where North's probably getting ready for work, too.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 09:14 pm (UTC)Carolina nods in agreement, though she brings her hand up to her forehead.]
It's still a pain to wrap my head around...
[She keeps waking up here. Still here. With North and York still alive.]
But I have to admit, it's... not so bad.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 09:19 pm (UTC)[It's barely a question. Of course she does, he'd have to be more than half blind to miss that. But there's another question lingering behind it--the thing they've both been skirting around, saving to address later, when they got their feet under them.
Their steps seems pretty steady now.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 09:30 pm (UTC)[She says it as though she's almost surprised by it, while all the same not being surprised at all. She misses her team. She misses the Freelancers.
The hero's test had proved to her that, well... letting go of something doesn't make you miss it any less. Doesn't mean you aren't afraid to lose the new things you've gained.
Damnit, she misses both of her teams.
Shaking her head just enough to flip her bangs out of her face, she watches York carefully, a thousand thoughts on her mind and not a single one of them finding its way to her mouth.]
...So.
[Oh come on Carolina don't be Church what are you doing use your words]
Looks like there's more to catch up on.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-28 10:04 pm (UTC)[He watches her watch him, and when a straight question doesn't come, the corner of his mouth quirks upward a little. It really does seem like some things don't change. He tilts his head, keeps his voice light to help her.]
You know, I kind of thought you would've gotten over your mutinous old locksmith by now. You got a new team, you moved on.
[See, it's fine, we can talk about all of it like adults without having to handle their past like it's shattered glass, like it was the end of the world. Even if it'd felt like it at the time.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 12:50 am (UTC)I did. I took all your advice, eventually, and here we are.
[A pause.]
Maybe not all your advice.
[Just the good parts.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 12:55 am (UTC)My advice?
[He doesn't remember everything he said last he saw her, but he's pretty sure none of it could really be construed as advice so much as pleading.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 12:57 am (UTC)Somebody left a few messages in Delta's memory that Epsilon had access to.
...A certain set of logs.
[Maybe he remembers.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 01:16 am (UTC)He showed you my--?
[Yeah, no, he doesn't even need to ask, it's in the one of her voice. He groans and covers his face with one hand, laughs into it.]
Aw, man, why did I let that little cockbite convince me to record those? No one was supposed to see 'em!
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 01:20 am (UTC)Oh, he showed me all your dirty little secrets.
[Another amused little 'hmm', and Carolina tries to sober up.]
It was a good thing, too.
[Her steps start to slow.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 01:47 am (UTC)Yeah? Well. Glad I could help, somehow. Even if those were private.
[The gentler tone of his voice, the set of his head and shoulders--they're an invitation to elaborate, if she wants.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 01:58 am (UTC)I woulda told her... that I understand why she did what she did. I just wish she hadn't. I wish she could have learned to let things go.
I guess I should, too.
She looks down at the path ahead of him, shrugging her shoulders.]
I was... losing focus, in my mission. I'd forgotten a lot of things, and... I didn't trust the sim soldiers. I guess, if I hadn't seen those diaries... Maybe Epsilon would never have pulled me out of that place.
[She looks up, again, staring into the dimming light ahead.]
You were right.
I had a lot to let go of.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 02:21 am (UTC)...Yeah. You and me both.
[Because it wasn't wrong to recognize he needed to move on, even if she had actually been alive, even if he could've had another chance to make things right. He'd clung to the idea of her so long, he'd forgotten what he was. Where he was.
How alone he'd come to be. How, in destroying his future with her and with the Project, he'd ended up with no future at all.
York sighs and shakes his head, forcing his train of thought back onto the topic at hand.]
So, right. I guess that's why I'm sort of confused about where the two of us stand, now. You know, as a...thing where you kind of broke up with me by slamming my face into a metal platform but now we're cool again, sort of thing.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 02:23 am (UTC)[...]
Or. It kind of. was, I guess, but--
[WOW. Okay yeah she's just going to take care of this by punching him in the arm.
...Gently.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 02:33 am (UTC)Haha, hey. I'm not wrong.
[He lifts both hands and spreads them.]
So between that and the years of letting go and all, I guess I figured you wouldn't be interested in what we had anymore. But that's not the vibe I'm actually getting? Correct me if I'm misconstruing something there.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 02:43 am (UTC)What we had before... That's long gone.
[But there's nothing but affection in her voice-- and then she throws him a coy smile.]
Funny thing is, that doesn't mean I'm not open to new possibilities.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 03:06 am (UTC)[York sort of looks like a puppy. A puppy who just won the lottery. He puts his hands back in his pockets, just looks at her and smiles.]
Uh-huh. Okay, I see. New possibilities.
[:D :D :D]
Sounds like that could be fun.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 03:23 am (UTC)[Though she's doing a pretty good job of controlling the smile on her face, her voice is just saturated with amusement.
She missed being near him. Missed the ease with which he could get her to smile. Missed how he felt like home.]
I can take it back, if you can't handle it.
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 03:31 am (UTC)[He walks closer to bump her with his elbow.]
Who managed to keep up with you all that time, huh?
[While he's there, though, he takes his near hand out of his pocket, lets it hang between them, open and steady.]
Action;
Date: 2015-09-29 03:35 am (UTC)You did alright, anyway.
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