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[emiri]

fast and loose role-play

free and easy love, that's how it's s'posed to be!

want to thread with one of mine but aren't in the same game? want me to do something with one of yours in bakerstreet? can't find a good recent bakerstreet meme but want to thread anyway? want to explore au scenarios together? annoyed that i dropped that character you really wanted a thread with?

well drop me a comment here with whatever scenario (or link to a meme) you want, specify the character you want, and we can thread the merry day away!

any active or retired character from the muse list with two stars or more is fair game!

homeless characters are slightly different in that most of them don't have journals or icons set up, so you may have to give me a day or so to do that. and in some cases, a couple more days to canon review if i haven't in a while.

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to me you are beautiful

[hackitude]

[Her gun is out in seconds.

She keeps it under her pillow, now. It was the first precaution her gut instinct had told her to take. And look, she was right. First mission outside of the base after taking down Cybertek and here he is. She wishes she could say she's surprised.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she takes in Ward's sorry countenance. It doesn't lower her guard even for an instance. Even injured, even with no weapon in sight, she knows what he's capable of. When she speaks, however, she keeps her voice low. Not a whisper... but low.]

Ward. Showing up in the middle of the night like this is a little bit Edward Cullen even for you, don't you think?

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you where you stand. You have ten seconds.

[ex_ammunition215]

[ he wants to point out that she wasn't asleep, but ten seconds isn't much time, and he has no doubt that she will shoot. even if not to kill, the noise will attract attention he doesn't want. planned for, in case she screamed, but doesn't want. ]

Because I know — that there's someone after you.

[ he can't be anything other than wary around a gun, but he takes his eyes off her trigger finger for a moment, meeting her gaze. ]

Because I'm here to keep you safe.

[hackitude]

[She doesn't pull the trigger... but she hasn't released the safety, either.]

Oh really? You're here to protect me. That's a good one. Why don't you tell me another?

[Now she pulls the safety.]

You know May is just across the hallway, right? I mean, I assume you know that since you must have stalked me all the way here. I think I'm already good for protection. Why don't you just come out and tell me what it is you really want?

[ex_ammunition215]

[ a grimace at the mention of may, who is a bigger threat than the gun. ]

I'm serious, Skye.

[ it's a whisper-shout, emphatic. ]

Raina's still alive, and she was always more dangerous to you than —

[ he can't even say garrett's name. there's a torn-open hole in him that he's barely patched over, and it's visible in his eyes. but it makes it easier to look down the barrel of a gun. ]

She knows something about you.

[hackitude]

[That throws her for a loop. Skye's face crinkles in confusion-- she hasn't even thought about Raina in... months. Her gun arm is still up, but it wavers ever so slightly. Holding your arms straight and steady for a long period of time isn't as easy as they make it look in the movies.]

Raina...? What does she want with me? I thought she was after Coulson.

[ex_ammunition215]

[ he could disarm her. she wavers, and he sees his opportunity. a distracting lie, something to shock her, and he could have that gun up against her throat before she could make a peep. ]

[ instead he just lowers his arms like a shrug. ]

No. She wanted me to work with her to get you. Just you.

[hackitude]

[Well there's only one response to that, because that just doesn't make any sense.]

... Why?

[ex_ammunition215]

Last time we talked, she thought you had gifts. And I'm not taking about ordinary talent. Said she wants to unlock the darkness in you.

[hackitude]

What, like... those people on the Index? Well you can tell her sorry, but I am singularly and spectacularly ungifted.

[ex_ammunition215]

[ ward lifts spread fingers a little, like a shrug. ]

Maybe she thinks you're someone you're not. Does it matter? She has contacts, resources.

[hackitude]

Well, that's... ridiculous. And anyway, if that's the case, then how do I know this isn't just another ploy, get me to let my guard down? She sent you here to get me. Maybe that's exactly what you're here to do.

[ex_ammunition215]

If I was here to get you, we would have been gone thirty seconds ago,

[hackitude]

Okay then, Terminator. Enlighten me. What was your plan here, exactly? You just show up in the middle of the night when I'm all alone with a warning, and you think I'm just going to let you guard me? After you tried to kill FitzSimmons. That's a new level of delusional, even for you.

[ex_ammunition215]

[ his face right now says that yes, that was exactly the plan. but he's distracted from outlining his reasoning by her accusation. ]

Let's not get hyperbolic. Fitzsimmons were in a floating waterproof box filled with equipment. Believe me, if they'd stayed on the plane, things would have been much worse.

[hackitude]

Oh, floating, really. Is that what you call it? Have you... looked in a dictionary lately? Because the last time I looked, floating wasn't synonymous with sitting on the bottom of the ocean floor.

[ex_ammunition215]

The impact must have broken whatever enabled its flotation. I don't know, I'm not a scientist.

[ but fitzsimmonds were. he looks conflicted for a moment, his raised hisses dropping to concern, though it's furtive, like he's still worried someone will see. ]

Are they okay?

[hackitude]

Simmons is fine-- no thanks to you. Fitz, on the other hand...

He's in a coma. He might never wake up. Even if he does, the doctors aren't sure he'll ever be the same again. So. That's on you.

[ex_ammunition215]

[ ward swallows. wonders if maybe he should dredge up a tearier countenance: he had genuinely liked fitz, maybe more than any other team member, after skye. but she's probably second-guessing the motivation behind every expression, every word he says. which is good, but it means there's no point in lying. ]

You don't trust me. I get that. That's why any plan that hinged on getting you to let your guard down would be a bad one. I'm not here to play you, Skye. I'm here to warn you.

[hackitude]

Great. I consider myself warned. Now you can go.

[Those words make herself feel sick. She missed her chance the first time, and Fitz suffered. Who'll suffer if she lets him go again? She should really shoot him. Shoot him now and bring him in. That's what would be expected of a SHIELD agent. That's what he deserves.

But... she still can't do it. Not like this.]

[ex_ammunition215]

Skye, c'mon.

[ he doesn't reach out to her, not when she still has the gun, but there's something pleading in his tone. she's the only thing he cares about, now — more than even himself. he can't just walk out of here at loose ends. ]

Let me help you.

[hackitude]

Oh. Now you want to help me. Isn't that convenient. And tell me, genius-- in this grand plan of yours, what do you suppose happens when May wakes up in the morning and finds you still here? Huh?

[ex_ammunition215]

[ ward lifts his hands a little, away from his body. ]

There's a burner cell in my left pocket. The only number in it is mine.

[ she's got the gun, so she gets to decide whether to let him give it to her or get it herself. ]

[hackitude]

[Skye looks like she's thinking about that for a moment-- whether to risk getting close enough to take a phone out of his pocket, or whether to risk having him put a hand in his pocket... until she remembers that it's moot anyway.]

Save it. I'll never call you.

If I were left stranded on a desert island... if I was kidnapped, or lying in a ditch somewhere, or shot through the stomach again. I will never call you. Do you understand? I will literally die before that happens.

[ex_ammunition215]

[ ouch. he looks like she's shot him, all wide-eyed hurt for a moment before it shutters, deadened. and then he smirks. it's not a nice smirk. ]

Sure. I'll just have to keep an eye on you, then.

[ because there's no way he's letting anything happen to her just because she's too stubborn to ask for his help. he knows he's the only one who can properly protect her. ]

[ and with that, he's leaving. ]

[hackitude]

[There's nothing Skye can say to that. But when Ward's almost out the door, she does say something else, almost as an after thought.]

... You can't do much of anything if you're dead, Ward. ... Get yourself to a doctor. You look like shit.