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entrancelogs2016-01-04 02:08 pm
righthemisphere) wrote in entrancelogs2016-01-04 02:08 pm
Please take the ghosts from my heart
Who: Raleigh & you!
Where: Outside in the freezing cold. Naturally.
When: January 4th
Rating: *finger guns*
Summary: Someone come save this lost n00b.
The Story:
He wakes with a gasp. A gasp and a shiver and the grasp of his copilot around his shoulders. She’s hugging him so tightly he can’t breathe. He can smell the scent of her hair. Of her drivesuit. Of the metallic grind from Gipsy core as she detonated. But Raleigh never woke to find Mako shaking the life back into him. He remembers falling. He remembers strange forms and faces as Gipsy fell through the rift and into the Antiverse before exploding. He remembers the rush and whir of his escape pod and his vision black around the edges from giving up his oxygen line. He remembers jetting back through to the other side and—
-and he feels like somewhere Mako is holding him but when he opens his eyes that certainly isn’t the case.
Rals, hey Rals- His brother’s voice.
It’s over, Yancy. You can sleep now. It’s over, I’ll be there soon.
But he opens his eyes and squints through his visor and all he sees is white. Raleigh remembers capsule release by his right hand and groans as he pulls it up and over to the left. The glass ejects from over him with a loud hiss and lands three meters to the right with a splash.
Water. Huh. Okay, that’s something at least. It’s with another groan that he hauls himself up to sitting and slowly takes in his setting. A lake he thinks, or close enough to some shore that he’s not sure. But he can see the pebbled bottom of the icy water and rolls himself unceremoniously over the edge to make his way towards shore. The water’s edge is gentle but freezing. The bright sky is as white as the snowfields around him. The air is bleak and bites with every breath he takes and it feels like he’s stealing them. It feels like a dream, he feels like he’s drifting. This isn’t Hong Kong, this can’t be real. But this isn’t death. Not yet. This isn’t the end. Not for him. That would be too kind.
Curling his hand into a fist he finds the sudden appearance of a device. It’s unfamiliar but he knows what a communicator looks like and flips it open. It wasn’t there a second ago but logic was never his strong suit and nor was the divide between reality and..something else.
“Mako,” he whispers and looks up to the icy sky, then towards the looming presence of a grand estate – the likes of which he hasn’t seen since he was a child. He turns towards it, then, trudging through the snowbanks, a figure in black against the bleak horizon brave.
Where: Outside in the freezing cold. Naturally.
When: January 4th
Rating: *finger guns*
Summary: Someone come save this lost n00b.
The Story:
He wakes with a gasp. A gasp and a shiver and the grasp of his copilot around his shoulders. She’s hugging him so tightly he can’t breathe. He can smell the scent of her hair. Of her drivesuit. Of the metallic grind from Gipsy core as she detonated. But Raleigh never woke to find Mako shaking the life back into him. He remembers falling. He remembers strange forms and faces as Gipsy fell through the rift and into the Antiverse before exploding. He remembers the rush and whir of his escape pod and his vision black around the edges from giving up his oxygen line. He remembers jetting back through to the other side and—
-and he feels like somewhere Mako is holding him but when he opens his eyes that certainly isn’t the case.
Rals, hey Rals- His brother’s voice.
It’s over, Yancy. You can sleep now. It’s over, I’ll be there soon.
But he opens his eyes and squints through his visor and all he sees is white. Raleigh remembers capsule release by his right hand and groans as he pulls it up and over to the left. The glass ejects from over him with a loud hiss and lands three meters to the right with a splash.
Water. Huh. Okay, that’s something at least. It’s with another groan that he hauls himself up to sitting and slowly takes in his setting. A lake he thinks, or close enough to some shore that he’s not sure. But he can see the pebbled bottom of the icy water and rolls himself unceremoniously over the edge to make his way towards shore. The water’s edge is gentle but freezing. The bright sky is as white as the snowfields around him. The air is bleak and bites with every breath he takes and it feels like he’s stealing them. It feels like a dream, he feels like he’s drifting. This isn’t Hong Kong, this can’t be real. But this isn’t death. Not yet. This isn’t the end. Not for him. That would be too kind.
Curling his hand into a fist he finds the sudden appearance of a device. It’s unfamiliar but he knows what a communicator looks like and flips it open. It wasn’t there a second ago but logic was never his strong suit and nor was the divide between reality and..something else.
“Mako,” he whispers and looks up to the icy sky, then towards the looming presence of a grand estate – the likes of which he hasn’t seen since he was a child. He turns towards it, then, trudging through the snowbanks, a figure in black against the bleak horizon brave.
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"Just about every room's got access to a closet. You can pull some clothes outta one. Kinda like magic," he says rather too nonchalantly. "Most rooms'll be open, too, so you can claim one for yourself, get a shower, get some sleep." It's not the grand tour some people are looking for, but he has a feeling this guy's a bit too tired for all that grandeur, anyway.
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Raleigh considers this for a few moments and nods slowly. "Alllright.."
Because that made any sense, but hey. Given the day he was having you could tell him the sun was green and he might consider it.
"And if I needed bolt cutters and a power drill.. where would those come from?"
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For a second, the former cop tries to convince himself it's time to let Raleigh go off and find things out on his own. The urge to kick that baby bird from the nest is particularly strong right on the heels of loss, but John's never quite been good at that.
Finally, he sighs a little and pushes a hand through his hair. "Is that really what it's gonna take? A power drill an' bolt cutters?" Rhetorical question, right? John just moves right on, closing some of the space between them. "Lemme help. Least I can do."
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"Appreciate it," He says and shifts, happy to follow Blake to an empty room. "I can't put this on, myself. There's a whole team with power ratchets.."
Is this over sharing? It might be. It might just be important information. Hell if he knows at this point but the sound of his of voice is grating.
"Sorry, what was your name again?"
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He doesn't go much further than that, though. Getting pleasantries through his now-tough exterior is akin to getting Raleigh out of that drivesuit without the power tools.
Reaching into the impossibly expansive closet, John digs around until he finds what he's looking for. Out comes a large drill, which he promptly sets aside before moving away from the door. A smooth gesture and he pats Becket on the shoulder. "You try. Think hard enough, it might actually have the right tool for the job." He doubted bolt cutters would be as useful as whatever tool was intended to remove the heavy bolts on the pilot's suit.