emiri (
emiri) wrote in
pencilcase2012-07-13 01:28 am
open rp post
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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[ 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. ]
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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?
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[ well, that's succinct. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ he glances back at her, face thrown into shadow by it. ]
Lucky for you.
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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?]
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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. ]
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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?
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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.
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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?
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[ he sounds genuinely surprised. ]
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[AKA Skye has no reason to think that he wouldn't be.]
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[ which they obviously failed at. ]
It was a means to an end.
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I know he was your SO and all, but-- why join Hydra for him? They're evil. He was evil!
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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.
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