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[ She had just disappeared. Koroleva had appeared at his rover, and Alina had been gone without a trace.
His text back is so nonchalant, it's like he wasn't even worried. ]
FROM: sturmhond@cdc.org
Actually she's on top of Korol. They're arguing over a rabbit mouse.
Does this mean you've returned?
His text back is so nonchalant, it's like he wasn't even worried. ]
FROM: sturmhond@cdc.org
Actually she's on top of Korol. They're arguing over a rabbit mouse.
Does this mean you've returned?
[ It's mid morning by the time the thumping starts. It's heavy and loud and coming from the Rover door. If it's not clear someone's banging their fist against the metal, well. There's a Brooklyner yelling too. ]
Sturmhond! You get your ass out here right now. Sturmhond!
Sturmhond! You get your ass out here right now. Sturmhond!
[ ...ah. He has the feeling he knows what this is about. Better get this over with.
He opens the door, smiling as always,though he's perhaps a little bit slower than usual. ]
Clary! What a pleasant surprise, I didn't even have to call on you. What can I do for you?
He opens the door, smiling as always,though he's perhaps a little bit slower than usual. ]
Clary! What a pleasant surprise, I didn't even have to call on you. What can I do for you?
FROM: athos@cdc.org
How is your uninvited guest?
How is your uninvited guest?
[ He has it tied up with rope made out of hair, he's covered in scratches and beak-bites, and the Kelsi is still circling like an angry vulture. ]
FROM: sturmhond@cdc.org
Unfriendly, and apparently not tired of hunting me yet.
How is Korol, has he calmed down?
FROM: sturmhond@cdc.org
Unfriendly, and apparently not tired of hunting me yet.
How is Korol, has he calmed down?
FROM: sturmhond@cdc.org
Do I seem like the sentimental type to you?
FROM: sturmhond@cdc.org
I didn’t know she had. Perhaps she was being friendly, it’s not entirely out of the question. Were you polite?
[ Because she probably wasn’t; he’s aware of Alina’s talents on that front. ]
Do I seem like the sentimental type to you?
FROM: sturmhond@cdc.org
I didn’t know she had. Perhaps she was being friendly, it’s not entirely out of the question. Were you polite?
[ Because she probably wasn’t; he’s aware of Alina’s talents on that front. ]
FROM: brooksjr.barnaby@cdc.org
I hope that you will forgive Kotetsu and I for earlier. We believed everyone else was asleep.
I hope that you will forgive Kotetsu and I for earlier. We believed everyone else was asleep.
[ She can't explain her mood. It's somewhere between ecstatic and nervous, caught between feeling proud of herself and feeling like there's a catch somewhere down along the line. Gaining the favour of an instructor - especially one like Dagger - is a double edged sword whether she likes it or not.
But either way, there's goodies and she's not the kind of girl to hoard them to herself. Especially when she made promises. And she's missed him, no matter how much she'd like to protest it. He's a part of her life here and she wants to see him. So it's easy enough to carry the big steaming cup to his Rover, pack slung over her shoulder as she knocks. ]
Sturmhond. Open up.
But either way, there's goodies and she's not the kind of girl to hoard them to herself. Especially when she made promises. And she's missed him, no matter how much she'd like to protest it. He's a part of her life here and she wants to see him. So it's easy enough to carry the big steaming cup to his Rover, pack slung over her shoulder as she knocks. ]
Sturmhond. Open up.
[ No knock?
Oh well. He recognises Clary’s voice, anyway. So does Korol, who rises from the foot of Sturmhond’s bed and pads over to the door. Sturmhond follows, shooing him aside, and opening it to reveal - ]
What is that?
[ His eyebrow lifts. ]
And where did you get it?
Oh well. He recognises Clary’s voice, anyway. So does Korol, who rises from the foot of Sturmhond’s bed and pads over to the door. Sturmhond follows, shooing him aside, and opening it to reveal - ]
What is that?
[ His eyebrow lifts. ]
And where did you get it?
day whatever you told me it was going to be ; late lmao
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desequilibre
2014-08-21 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's drunk.
It's the kind of drunk that makes him feel like his body is blurred along the edges. A drunk that means he staggers back to the Rover and his journey takes twice as long. It's old. It's familiar. But he's still not drunk enough that his mind is turned off. It buzzes underneath his skull, fast and furious and full of things he doesn't want to think about.
Throwing the rover door open is easy. He spies Sturmhond just as quickly and pauses only in his trek inside to allow Korol to rub his flank against Athos' leg. Glitter comes off against the poor creature but Athos chooses not to mention it. If it isn't obvious by now that he's covered in the stuff, then he'd be worried for the privateer's eyesight. ]
You shouldn't be working. [ Good, he isn't slurring. He holds out his half empty bottle of wine to the other man. ] Drink. You'll feel better.
It's the kind of drunk that makes him feel like his body is blurred along the edges. A drunk that means he staggers back to the Rover and his journey takes twice as long. It's old. It's familiar. But he's still not drunk enough that his mind is turned off. It buzzes underneath his skull, fast and furious and full of things he doesn't want to think about.
Throwing the rover door open is easy. He spies Sturmhond just as quickly and pauses only in his trek inside to allow Korol to rub his flank against Athos' leg. Glitter comes off against the poor creature but Athos chooses not to mention it. If it isn't obvious by now that he's covered in the stuff, then he'd be worried for the privateer's eyesight. ]
You shouldn't be working. [ Good, he isn't slurring. He holds out his half empty bottle of wine to the other man. ] Drink. You'll feel better.
[ Sturmhond lifts his head to look up at Athos.
And then he stares. This isn’t actually a surprise, since he’d seen the other man in the medical tent the day before. He’d thought some of the sparkling stuff might have rubbed off before he made his way back here, though. Apparently not.
Sturmhond sets his plasma rifle aside to reach out and take the bottle.
The label is illegible, but it smells like decent wine, and when he takes a sip his tastebuds agree. Nodding, he offers it back. ]
Decent vintage. Has a nice nose to it. Though strictly speaking, I don’t think I’m the one needing to feel better.
[ Korol wanders up to him again, pivoting and trying to scratch at his own scales where glitter has come off on them. Sighing, Sturmhond grabs one of his shirts – this one had been set aside for washing, anyway – and starts rubbing the glitter away. ]
You’ve come back very flashy. I’ve never seen you so pretty; are you keeping the look?
And then he stares. This isn’t actually a surprise, since he’d seen the other man in the medical tent the day before. He’d thought some of the sparkling stuff might have rubbed off before he made his way back here, though. Apparently not.
Sturmhond sets his plasma rifle aside to reach out and take the bottle.
The label is illegible, but it smells like decent wine, and when he takes a sip his tastebuds agree. Nodding, he offers it back. ]
Decent vintage. Has a nice nose to it. Though strictly speaking, I don’t think I’m the one needing to feel better.
[ Korol wanders up to him again, pivoting and trying to scratch at his own scales where glitter has come off on them. Sighing, Sturmhond grabs one of his shirts – this one had been set aside for washing, anyway – and starts rubbing the glitter away. ]
You’ve come back very flashy. I’ve never seen you so pretty; are you keeping the look?
day 35 ... like after the drinking and the inevitable sleeping.
desequilibre
2014-08-25 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's already packed by the time he tracks down Sturmhond. It isn't easy and his stomach is turning itself into knots with how worried he is about everything. Briefly the idea of telling d'Artagnan or Aramis where he's going crosses his mind, but they would ask him why and he's already done so marvellously at covering that up. So instead he cradles this new tendril of self-loathing in his chest and approaches the only other person he seems to trust in this godforsaken place. ]
I need to ask you a favour.
I need to ask you a favour.
[ Sturmhond looks up with a smile, at first, but it fades when he sees the look on Athos' face. His eyebrows lift and he studies the seriousness written in the set of his shoulders. He reaches out to clasp one of those shoulders, to offer wordless support even though his words are about to back it up anyway. ]
Of course. I after all owe you several. Why do you look like that?
Of course. I after all owe you several. Why do you look like that?
[ Were you having a moment of peace? If yes, that is unfortunate. She will appear to him with no warning, dropping at his feet a small, soft, wet bundle wrapped tightly in cloth. Her sleeves have stains that smell faintly like old milk. ]
Do not open it. Bury it. No questions.
[ And then she's off to look for the softest Madu she can find. ]
Do not open it. Bury it. No questions.
[ And then she's off to look for the softest Madu she can find. ]
Glie...?
[ She's gone before he even has a chance. He had been sitting with Koroleva, who has just found him and seems distressed. If that had been the case before, it's definitely the case now; both she and Korol back away from that parcel, appearing to dislike the smell.
Sturmhond stares at it for a moment. Then he grabs it, goes inside his rover and empties out the contents of his CDC bag. Into that go the bundle, and the shovel from one of the old supply drops, which until now has been left to gather dust. Trying not to think too much, he puts the bag on his back and attaches a gun to his side. He beckons both bahari to come with him, and leads them into the trees not far from camp. He often brings Korol to hunt here, but today he chooses a different path, and keeps walking until he finds a clearing that's mostly bare. That's where he buries the bundle - unopened, both because that was her order, and because he's fairly sure he doesn't want to know what's in it anyway. He digs as deep a hole as he can manage, puts the bundle inside, and covers it.
When he's done, the site is obvious - the snow disturbed and overturned, unlike the smooth carpet around it. But that will change, with the next snowfall. This will be hidden. He'd likely have trouble finding the spot again, on another day.
So after a moment's indecision, he goes to a tree, and pulls off a forked branch. He drives its longest end into the ground to mark the spot, so that the forked end sticks out of the ground in a vague Y shape. He doesn't know if she'll ever want that bundle recovered, but if she does, he'll be able to. ]
[ She's gone before he even has a chance. He had been sitting with Koroleva, who has just found him and seems distressed. If that had been the case before, it's definitely the case now; both she and Korol back away from that parcel, appearing to dislike the smell.
Sturmhond stares at it for a moment. Then he grabs it, goes inside his rover and empties out the contents of his CDC bag. Into that go the bundle, and the shovel from one of the old supply drops, which until now has been left to gather dust. Trying not to think too much, he puts the bag on his back and attaches a gun to his side. He beckons both bahari to come with him, and leads them into the trees not far from camp. He often brings Korol to hunt here, but today he chooses a different path, and keeps walking until he finds a clearing that's mostly bare. That's where he buries the bundle - unopened, both because that was her order, and because he's fairly sure he doesn't want to know what's in it anyway. He digs as deep a hole as he can manage, puts the bundle inside, and covers it.
When he's done, the site is obvious - the snow disturbed and overturned, unlike the smooth carpet around it. But that will change, with the next snowfall. This will be hidden. He'd likely have trouble finding the spot again, on another day.
So after a moment's indecision, he goes to a tree, and pulls off a forked branch. He drives its longest end into the ground to mark the spot, so that the forked end sticks out of the ground in a vague Y shape. He doesn't know if she'll ever want that bundle recovered, but if she does, he'll be able to. ]
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