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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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[ex_ammunition215]

I won't fall.

[ scoffed, maybe even a little offended. he winds his legs around the ladder like a cirque du soliel performer and holds himself upright as he reaches down to find the slim penlight on his thigh. it's brighter than the light from the gun. ]

Don't look up. I wanna see how far it is.

[ the answer is, not far until the ladder hits the water. though looking down a long shaft to the black gleam of water below resurfaces some unpleasant memories, and his chest lurches, fumbling the torch. ]

[hackitude]

[Skye just sighs and rolls her eyes in the darkness when Ward insists on doing his little cirque du soliel performance, continuing to climb down the ladder. She looks down when he indicates he's going to turn the torch on.

It's for that exact reason that she misses it completely when he fumbles it.]

[ex_ammunition215]

[ fortunately thanks to the whims of fate and chance and real-life dice rolling, he manages not to drop it on her head. or down into the water. instead he puts it between his teeth, holsters the semi-automatic as best he can when it's not actually his weapon (read: attaching it to his belt and hoping for the best) and keeps going. ]

[ it doesn't take long to hit water, but it's only knee high, and it's slow-running, which means it's relatively clean despite the intense dank smell. ward hands her the torch, taking a moment to get his bearings. ]

We came down facing the front entrance.

[ he makes a gesture in that direction. ]

The water's flowing that way, so if we go that way we'll be heading out of the township.

[ blah blah directions. ]

[hackitude]

[She can't shake the sense that she's walking into a trap. But what other choice does she have? Stick with Ward, or go back up and face Hydra gunmen? Better the devil she knows.]

... You go first.

[If she's about to walk into a trap, at the very least she can have Ward in front of her instead of behind.]

[ex_ammunition215]

Sure. Do you want the flashlight or the gun?

[ the gun's light isn't as strong or as wide, but he thinks they should both have a light source just in case. ]

[hackitude]

Iiiii'll take the gun, thank you.

[She already has one, but she feels better if she relieves Ward of at least one lethal weapon. Not like he isn't a lethal weapon all on his own without it, but oh well. It's the best she can do.]

[ex_ammunition215]

[ he hands it over willingly, though that shouldn't be taken as a sign of trust: he feels like so long as she's not pointing it at the base of his skull, he could still take her out. ]

[ and with the slightly militant marching order of him in the lead and she behind him with a weapon, he sets off. he's quiet, though, trying to concentrate so as to keep a mental map of the plans he'd studied, the above-ground terrain of the city, and their own position based on the turns of the tunnels. at one point he actually stops when the drain begins to curve and narrow, shakes his head and makes them retrace their steps to the wider tunnel it shot off from. ]

[hackitude]

[Ward might appreciate the silence to concentrate, but Skye finds it oppressive. She appreciates that she doesn't have to listen to him talk, but at the same time that only leaves her alone with her thoughts. And when she's trudging down a dark tunnel with Ward... what else is there to think about other than Ward? She keeps trying to redirect her thoughts, make herself think about something-- anything-- else. Bunnies. Coulson. Unfinished bits of code. But it's no good. Eventually, her thoughts always circle back around to him.

She hates him. He betrayed them. He betrayed her. He works for a Nazi organisation, he killed people. In cold blood. He made her like him. How much of it was a lie? All of it? Some of it? What is the real Grant Ward even like? Were his parents and brother really even abusive, or was that just a sob story to lower her defenses? Even if it was true, that doesn't excuse his behavior. She kissed him. And she really liked it. She hates that, too. His feelings for her are real. Gross. Clearly not real enough to tell her the truth.

Eventually she can't take it anymore.]

... How did you know where to find me?

[ex_ammunition215]

Found Rumlow.

[ well, that's succinct. ]

[hackitude]

... I didn't say we were going after him. [Well, it was implied, but--] Or when.

[ex_ammunition215]

Figured I should keep an eye on him.

[ unconcerned. it's not like he puts all his eggs in one basket: he's been keeping tabs on a lot of potential missions for the team. ]

[hackitude]

... So you were just watching him in the hope that we'd turn up. And then you were watching us... watching him.

[ex_ammunition215]

That's what surveillance is, yeah.

[ he glances back at her, face thrown into shadow by it. ]

Lucky for you.

[hackitude]

... Wow. That's some extreme levels of stalker prowess. And I thought it was boring watching Rumlow.

My luck, however, remains to be seen. You could be leading me anywhere, you realise. Forgive me if I'm not swooning into your arms just yet.

[... Wait, are they back-tracking? Ward, do you even know where you're going?]

[ex_ammunition215]

[ ward snorts. ]

We're heading out of the city. There's a river about a mile west, so we should be able to come out a storm water drain, so long as we follow the flow in the right direction.

[ they backtracked briefly, but otherwise he's keeping on in the same direction: if they're forced to go in the wrong direction he has to find a way to right them, but the sewers aren't that labyrinthine — not the walkable bits. there are plenty of smaller offshoots. that gush water. ]

[hackitude]

[She actually wishes they were lost, to be honest.]

Great.

[She narrowly avoids asking "Are we there yet?" but it's a near thing. Instead she opts to walk in silence again. It doesn't last long, though. Not even five minutes later, she speaks up again.]

... Why'd you do it?

[ex_ammunition215]

[ it's just a little trip, ward stepping too quickly like he'd paused for a moment and his body hadn't caught up. ]

They would've taken you. They took Tripp.

[ it's probably not what she's asking, and he knows he should take the opportunity to explain, since this is the first time she's asked instead of assuming, the first time she's really wanted to listen. but he's not sure he wants to talk. ]

I really need to concentrate. I didn't exactly study a map of the city sewers.

[hackitude]

[Request for silence heard and denied.]

Why even follow us in the first place, though? Don't you have better things to be doing? No other orders to follow?

... Or are these your orders?

[ex_ammunition215]

You think I'm still working for Hydra?

[ he sounds genuinely surprised. ]

[hackitude]

Uh. You do remember the bit where you double crossed us to them, right?

[AKA Skye has no reason to think that he wouldn't be.]

[ex_ammunition215]

I was with Hydra so long as they could keep Garrett alive.

[ which they obviously failed at. ]

It was a means to an end.

[hackitude]

... What? Okay, assuming that's even true-- and I'm not saying it is-- I mean ...

I know he was your SO and all, but-- why join Hydra for him? They're evil. He was evil!

[ex_ammunition215]

[ ward looks sharply back at her. he wants to argue that he wouldn't ever lie to her, but what's the point in wasting his breath when she'd probably just think that was another lie? ]

I told you once, what my family was like. John Garrett was an asshole, but he was up front about it. Said don't trust anyone, son, not even me. But he was the first person to ever show me I could make something of myself. I was trained by him long before he ever used the words SHIELD or HYDRA.

[hackitude]

So he trained you. I knew that already. Big deal. That doesn't mean you should just kill people for him.

[ex_ammunition215]

If Coulson asked you to kill people to save him, would you do it?