phaseshifter | IC Contact

Winter appeared again? [He can latch onto that - a familiar piece of the mystery, sometimes it's all you have. If he can follow Angel's explanation and believe it, if he can put all of this back into the framework of the known, however broken the known is...

It's a desperate man's response, something in him whispers. It's a kind of denial. How long is he going to keep it up?]

Miller has neve[static] before. These things have al[static]emselves out. The breakdowns - [static]epairs - all part of the same process probably.

[The process of slow death, that is. You're such a comforting presence, Beckett.]

She did. Apparent[static] see there's something malfunctioning even from her end of th[static]s, so it seems like [static]tty colossally hecked up. But at least [static] not dying, as far as I can tell. I feel physically fine, anyway. You t[static]ight?

[ She disappears for a slightly more prolonged period, though it's clear that she's talking about something from the way she's waving her hands around animatedly when she is briefly visible. Bless. ]

--nk she is a spy after all.

Physically. Yes. While I'm all here. It's -

[He can't entirely control his response to the sight of her flickering, fading. It's an animal horror, primal, a kind of horror he thought he'd lost - this fight or flight response to the sight of a broken reality. It makes his eyes widen, nostrils flare, jaw lock. But his reasoning mind fights. It's a familiar fight when split this way, Man and Beast. It's easier. A little easier.]

Even if she [static]sn't matter. I'll take my chances with the Russian government. They'll have to ge[static]eative to come up with worse conditions than we're already enduring.

[It's almost a joke. He licks his lips, almost unnerved at his own attempt at humour.]

And perhaps they'll let u[static] abilities they're so interested in.

I said as m[static] --yself. I offered to cooperate with any would-be abduc[static] exchange for hot chocolate. [static] more serious about it than she thought.

They couldn't hold us anyway, right? Not wit[static] --estored. We're too badass.

[ The half-garbled statement is accompanied by half-hearted fingerguns. Who even freaking knows what these people who may-or-may-not exist are capable of? They might have control collars like Jack had.

But still. OPTIMISM. ]

At least in Ru[static]ozen wasteland is normal.

[He sees your feeble optimism and raises you a feeble joke. Surely any minute now they'll get into one of their normal positive feedback loops? They've gotten so much practice at faking it till they make it.]

I look forw[static] seeing your wrath unleashed on [static]ew Russian overlords.

As you should! I have so many pla[static]nleashing my rage an[static]nly some of them involve flower crowns.

Um, you - you nev[static] where you woke up? We want to start [static] you in the morning.

Would the flowers secretly be bombs? No offe[static] world follows a certain logic.

[Look fantasies of violent destruction are occasionally good for you.]

I'm [static]apel. Luck of the draw. [The static rasps with his tense sigh.] It's going to be a long night.

I know far more ab[static] guns with inbuilt stabilising technolog[static] than bombs. But I'm sure we could at least [static] spectacular?

[ Gosh, Beckett would make such a good vault hunter. He's already good at thinking in Pandoran IT'S SO CUTE! ]

[static]ore than willing to stay awake with you until things improve. It isn't as though it'll be hard to avoid falling asleep.

Tiny needle launchers hidden among the petals? You could na[static]thing about bees.

[See this is exactly the kind of quality conversation he's here for. Existential dread is a lot less dreadful when he can focus on keeping up with banter. It's an old and respected battle archaeologist trick, you know.]

Not if [static]rly start tomorrow. I should try to sleep myself. It's [static] you know. The irony.

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