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thisavrou_log2016-08-05 04:35 pm
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-05 04:35 pm
Hey, no one's saying you shouldn't indulge. But eventually it could end up a bath tub in here.
[Do they? Well it's not like he'd know. He's never been one.]
Yeah, I can't picture either of us living that way. Sounds so boring.
[He's just gonna groan and take a drink for game-unrelated reasons.]
Jesse holds up his hands, a surrendering gesture. "I saw the doc, I saw her. She patched me up pretty good."
He touches his neck gingerly, sighing. "But I was got pretty good, too, truth be told."
He doesn't necessarily want to go into it. Doesn't like to burden other people with his problems. But Reaper, at least, seems like he's a danger to everyone on board.
"There was this fella," he says. "Clawed gauntlets. Moved like a ghost. Raspy, otherworldly voice. Somethin' straight outta hell itself. He near about killed me."
He touches his neck gingerly, sighing. "But I was got pretty good, too, truth be told."
He doesn't necessarily want to go into it. Doesn't like to burden other people with his problems. But Reaper, at least, seems like he's a danger to everyone on board.
"There was this fella," he says. "Clawed gauntlets. Moved like a ghost. Raspy, otherworldly voice. Somethin' straight outta hell itself. He near about killed me."
[SIGH, FINE. You win this one, goatmom.]
[Uhhhh. All right. He's just gonna give her a nod. Sure, that explains everything.]
[ He shrugs; a gentle, wordless disagreement. He doesn't find himself aimless, though he can rightly be called a drifter these days. Going from job to job, place to place. No fixed address. No overall plan. Just moving from one moment to the next, and taking those as they come.
Something he's trying to do right now, in fact. ]
Not hardly. Them's pretty bare facts, really. Don't say nothin' beyond the obvious.
[ He sips. He's feeling warm all over now, feeling the shine in the moonshine. ]
'Less you mean to say there ain't nothin' to you other than that.
Something he's trying to do right now, in fact. ]
Not hardly. Them's pretty bare facts, really. Don't say nothin' beyond the obvious.
[ He sips. He's feeling warm all over now, feeling the shine in the moonshine. ]
'Less you mean to say there ain't nothin' to you other than that.
[He won't say anything, because even now he doesn't like talking about Sam. But he does hug her back. It helps more than he would have expected, that she knows and understands. He's grateful for that understanding, and for her.]
[The archer peers up at him from his seat, the scowling deep and clear on his face.
Another sip is taken, his glare continuing.]
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
[Hanzo doesn't care to change that. He knows what he is.]
If you have something specific to ask, then do it before you continue to waste my time.
Another sip is taken, his glare continuing.]
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
[Hanzo doesn't care to change that. He knows what he is.]
If you have something specific to ask, then do it before you continue to waste my time.
Hmmn.
[ Exhausting. This man was exhausting. Jesse sighs into his drink. It's nearly done, and then he'll have no more excuse--no more reason--to keep sitting here. A good thing, he supposes. ]
What's your plan, Shimada?
[ Exhausting. This man was exhausting. Jesse sighs into his drink. It's nearly done, and then he'll have no more excuse--no more reason--to keep sitting here. A good thing, he supposes. ]
What's your plan, Shimada?
I don't doubt that. Mind you, it wasn't always pillow fights in lingerie.
[There is a moment in which he debates just not telling McCree anything. That he wants to keep telling him off, telling him to go away.
Eventually, Hanzo snorts and looks at him dead in the eye, not breaking his gaze from the other man.]
I will work until I find a way of sending Genji back home.
Eventually, Hanzo snorts and looks at him dead in the eye, not breaking his gaze from the other man.]
I will work until I find a way of sending Genji back home.
[ He raises an eyebrow. ]
Just Genji? What about you?
Just Genji? What about you?
That does not matter.
You asked me what my plan was, and there it is. I will ensure that Genji returns home. Everything else is secondary.
You asked me what my plan was, and there it is. I will ensure that Genji returns home. Everything else is secondary.
Ain't that interesting.
[ He pauses a moment, as though thinking something over carefully. Then he glances down at his cup. Empty. ]
And look here--I'm all done. Your lucky day.
[ He stands up, and manages to wince only slightly as he stretches. ]
[ He pauses a moment, as though thinking something over carefully. Then he glances down at his cup. Empty. ]
And look here--I'm all done. Your lucky day.
[ He stands up, and manages to wince only slightly as he stretches. ]
Feh. If you did not waste it on idle chatter.
[Hanzo raises his glass, as if to have another drink, but he stops to peer up at the cowboy.]
Sated your curiosity? Feel more assured about what you think of me?
[Hanzo raises his glass, as if to have another drink, but he stops to peer up at the cowboy.]
Sated your curiosity? Feel more assured about what you think of me?
[ He scratches at his bearded chin, his tone light and casual. ]
Seems to me like you're workin' real hard to present a certain image of yourself. Seems to me like you'd prefer it if the rest of us just saw you as some hopeless case who don't got no good in him.
[ He glances back at Hanzo, his own already dark eyes shaded by the brim of his hat. But there's a sharpness there, a keenness that belies his easygoing drawl. ]
But it's mighty curious that someone strivin' so much after this particular image has decided to invest himself entirely in the welfare of the man he tried to kill.
[ He smiles, real slow. ]
But, what do I know? I'm just a fool, after all.
[ He tips his hat. ]
Take care now, Shimada.
Seems to me like you're workin' real hard to present a certain image of yourself. Seems to me like you'd prefer it if the rest of us just saw you as some hopeless case who don't got no good in him.
[ He glances back at Hanzo, his own already dark eyes shaded by the brim of his hat. But there's a sharpness there, a keenness that belies his easygoing drawl. ]
But it's mighty curious that someone strivin' so much after this particular image has decided to invest himself entirely in the welfare of the man he tried to kill.
[ He smiles, real slow. ]
But, what do I know? I'm just a fool, after all.
[ He tips his hat. ]
Take care now, Shimada.
[Despite how it seems that McCree's an idiot, there is something cunning in him, and Hanzo does not like it. The way his eyes look, and how his conclusion is introspective.
Hanzo scowls, close to snarling as he snaps:]
You could not hope to comprehend my intent!
Get out of my sight. Go.
Hanzo scowls, close to snarling as he snaps:]
You could not hope to comprehend my intent!
Get out of my sight. Go.
[ He just laughs. ]
Whatever you say, darlin'.
[ And he's off, shaking his head. Tiresome. ]
Whatever you say, darlin'.
[ And he's off, shaking his head. Tiresome. ]
[Kids...?]
I am new, if that's what you mean. So this bar wasn't here before?
[Kind of hard to believe a ship this size not having a place for people to gather.]
I am new, if that's what you mean. So this bar wasn't here before?
[Kind of hard to believe a ship this size not having a place for people to gather.]
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