realityshifted

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red vs blue (d1) south dakota

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[The first thing South does when she appears on the Plane this time is to throw her helmet at the outer wall of the coliseum, with an angry growl to go with it. But clearly, that wasn't satisfying enough, because she picks it up and does it again. Of course, when she picks it up again, it's fine - her helmet is quite a sturdy thing, after all - and she finds herself glaring down at her reflection in its visor as she leans back against the stone wall, still seething with pure anger.]

.... Son of a bitch.

[She tucks her helmet under her arm and proceeds to storm off, away from the coliseum and out toward the mansion. Of course she feels that pull back toward the coliseum, that niggling feeling in the back of her mind that she should stay, but that's all the more reason for her to blatantly defy it and fucking leave. And hell if she's going back to the MoI right now. Fuck them. Fuck all of them.

She's still practically radiating this white-hot aura of "back the fuck off," but when has that ever stopped some of the people here~?]

((OoC: Canon Bump, version 1.0! The d1 crew is now just after 9x05 - "Realignment". And yes, she's under the influence of the gas from the coliseum. And pissed as fuck. ... Approach with caution? Eheh. Feel free to catch her anywhere between the coliseum and the mansion, or in the mansion itself.))

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[He arrives at the mansion soon enough, listening for her. He doesn't have to do much listening, however, once he spots the remains of a vase--and then another--he's got a pretty good idea where she is. When he does find her in the library, he enters with a bottle of single malt whiskey in one hand, and his helmet tucked under the other.]

Hey. Figured we could use a drink.

[But he doesn't move into the library itself, just yet, instead hanging out in the doorway. And the drink is more of a symbolic gesture than of a desire to get drunk.]

[She looks up at him, blinks slowly at him and then at the bottle. She looks back to the floor again with a sigh, and a single nod.]

Sure. Whatever. [It's quiet, dull. Not at all snappish or hateful.] ... Yeah. I could use a drink.

[He pushes himself off the doorjamb, and begins to open the bottle, the seal cracking as he twists the top off and crosses to her. He's definitely glad to see her much calmer than she was earlier.]

Here. [He holds it out to her.] Now, do you want to tell me what that was all about? [He settles down in a seat nearby.]

[She doesn't answer him right away. She just takes the bottle and stares into it, taking in the smell of the alcohol for a second. She knows a damn good whiskey when she sees one, after all. ... But that doesn't stop her from taking a sip.

Oh, that's a pleasant burn...]

Just--... [She can feel herself about to snap again, so she stops. She takes a deep breath, then looks over to him.] North... our mission. What happened?

[He blinks, then after a second, he leans forward a bit. There isn't much to tell, but nonetheless, he chooses his words carefully and watches her face for her reaction.]

We went in, got the data, and then we got out. That's it. [He figures short and sweet is the best way to go.] Isn't that what happened to you?

[Maybe her grip on the neck of that bottle tightens a little. Her anger definitely flares up again though, if that scowl on her face is any indication.]

No. It wasn't. [Another sip... ngh.] Stealth was one of the objectives. And that didn't happen.

[She passes the bottle over to him, still glaring down at the floor.]

[Oh yeah, it definitely is an indication. Can't miss that look even if he wanted to.]

Let me guess, you ignored the motion trackers. [He isn't mean about it; just...unsurprised.]

Not that it fucking mattered.

[Of course it did. On some level. But no, she's gonna blame the other guy too.]

They tripped the alarm on us. They sent in Carolina for backup until extraction showed up.

[His eyes widen and he leans forward in his seat.] Son of a bitch... She was there?

[If she was there for South...what if she was there with his own mission and they just didn't know? That said, the bad mood is starting to make even more sense...]

Yeah. She was. And when we all got back? You went up the leaderboard, and I went down.

And that's what happened.

[She's not even looking at him anymore. She's just glaring at the floor like she'd very much like to set it on fire with her eyes, thanks.]

[And that's not what happened for him at all. They both went up, not...man.] Talk about insult to injury...

[He's silent for a moment, looking from her to the ground. Then he laces his hands together as he lets out a soft breath.] Listen...this isn't going to be forever. There'll be other missions. You'll get back up there. And it's not a matter of "if", either. It's "when".

[She narrows her eyes at him.]

You think I give a shit about that right now?

[And he keeps on looking at her.]

I don't know, South. Something tells me you wouldn't be this pissed off if you didn't even a little.

[He lets out a sigh.] But I know that isn't the real problem. [And now he looks away.]

[She quirks an eyebrow at him. That's so not what she meant, but you know, whatever. Maybe that's another thing that's different. Fuck different, by the way. This whole difference-between-realities thing is just driving home more and more that shit is fucked up, for lack of a better way to put it, and she's mad as hell about it.

And that sigh lets her know that okay, maybe they are on the same wavelength after all, a little. She finds herself unsurprised, but... still a little relieved, if she lets herself admit that much. It doesn't soften her tone or her demeanor, though. Not one bit. She looks away as well.]

Right. It's just all part of this whole other world thing.

[They're definitely on the same wavelength. He's kept his own story vague for this exact reason... Didn't want to add fuel to the flames, especially when things like this have been touchy in the past.

Just before...it wasn't ever like this. Nothing had really been that different. But now that it is, how will it continue to change?]

Yeah... [His voice softens.] It's not really something we can fight. We can talk about everything that goes on every day, but there's only so much we can do.

Then why do we have to talk about it?

[It's the kind of snap that isn't sincere, just... angry for the sake of being angry and having no idea exactly where to filter that - what to do to fix what's making her angry to begin with. Not that that ever does any good...]

Things are fine for you. And probably for the other-me, too. [She might have twitched a little at that. But she hasn't looked back up at him yet - not even once.] That's just great. I'm so glad.

Because it's better than ignoring it. [He leans forward, still keeping his voice calm. It...helps him deflect that anger of hers. He knows it isn't truly at him.] And yeah, things are fine on my end right now, but that won't always be the case. Things happen, and now that things are starting to go differently for us...we don't know how much they will be.

We have to accept that things are going to be from here on out and support each other. That's the only way we'll get through this. I'll always have your back, South. That won't ever change.

[He reaches a hand out to touch her, but hesitates.]

[Well, if that isn't just a bunch of bullshit straight out of an after-school special. no, she's not convinced. Not for most of that, anyway.

Got her back, huh...? Yeah, well, she was watching his, too. Always was that way. ... In her reality, anyway. You know, at the end of it all, she still just can't let go of the fact that they're not the same...

And she lets him have that touch, for what she feels is long enough, before she leans back and away. Because right now, she just wants to be angry. To lash out. To hurt someone because she's hurt.]

That's all so easy for you to say. [Her voice is quiet, though, and her eyes are narrowed into a glare - but that glare is focused on the floor, not him. So maybe there's hope. Just... maybe not right this second.]

[He sighs, pulling away. He knows she knows he means what he says, but he really can't say it in any other way that'll help. And part of him is angry, too, and frustrated that things are the way they are and will continue on like this--and there's nothing he can do to stop it. What he wouldn't give to have some way to fix things...]

[And really, that's what eats at him the most. He can't fix things. Not for her, him, or their other selves. He has to trust his other self will be there for her as he'll be there for her on the Plane in turn... It almost feels a bit much to ask of himself without him knowing, but at the same time...he'd be more than glad to do it.]

[Still doesn't make things easier, though. He looks at her for a moment, his voice nothing more than a whisper when he speaks.] No...it isn't.

.... Right.

[And she really has nothing more to say to him. She doesn't like repeating herself, and that's all she can do at this point. Nothing got solved here, as far as she's concerned, and nothing will be solved. This is a new kind of problem for them, and she's not sure she's ready to face it just yet. Too bad she has no choice.]

Well, I'm sure you don't need any support right now. Maybe you should celebrate your victory with the others.

[aka: leave her alone to sulk and bitch and be angry.]

[He turns the bottle in his hand. He'd rather celebrate with her, but there isn't much more he can say at the moment, not until she gets that anger out of her system a bit. So, slowly, he rises to his feet, placing the bottle close to her.] I'll be in the kitchen. Take a few minutes, and I'll see you there.

[And with that, he steps out of the room quietly, heading for the mansion's kitchen.]

[She doesn't even watch him go - doesn't say anything else, either. She just sits there, angry. seething. Her thoughts totally spiraling out of control. But... she's glad to be alone right now, even if it's making her wonder just how alone she is period anymore.

...

"A few minutes" is closer to an hour and a half. And when she does finally enter the kitchen, she's still angry, but at least it's a helluva lot more muted than previously. That, of course, doesn't mean it can't bubble right back up in an instant if things don't go well.

She looks over at him, nods once.] ... Hey. [And then, just to give herself something to do, she's grabbing a glass from the cupboard so she can get herself something to drink.]

[Yeah, he kinda had a feeling those 'few minutes' would be a lot longer than that. In the meantime, he's been poking around the cabinets, seeing if there is any food around that he can put together. Unfortunately, it's slim pickings, so he just makes coffee instead and sits at the counter waiting for her.

This...really isn't like her normal outbursts; those he can handle and weather. He just...doesn't know what he can do to get her to understand that she means the world to him, no matter what world that actually is. Being at a loss regarding his sister isn't a feeling he's known in a very long time. ...He wishes this coffee was something else, but since it's all he has, he drinks it anyway. Gives him something to do while he thinks things over.

And by the time she joins him, he's finished off the small pot of coffee he made earlier and he feels a bit better himself. He smiles faintly at her but it fades just as fast as it came when she turns away. She's still angry. Great... But it isn't like he didn't expect that either. He may have thought something is really up if she came in, acting as though everything is okay again.] Hey.

[All the same, though, he gets to his feet when she starts rummaging around.] I can make more coffee if you'd like some.

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Nah. Don’t need any. [Really, she just heads over to the sink with her glass and starts filling it with water.

And talk about tension in the room... South has no desire to say anything, so she just stands there in silence, leans against the counter and sips at her water. She’s not even looking at North. She wonders if he’ll even say anything, wonders how quickly he’ll try to drag the conversation right back to all of the bullshit.]

All right. [He shrugs and continues to make some more.]

[But yeah, he's not saying anything for a bit, and instead, listens to the coffee pot do its job. After a minute of awkward silence, though, he turns to her, leaning back against his own section of counter.] Hey, want anything to eat? It's been a while since I've cooked for you. [Not that she doesn't know how to, too, but he likes to make stuff for her.]

[She shakes her head.] I'm... really not hungry.

[Not that that matters, she knows he's just looking for something to do, some way to make her feel better. He always does this kind of thing. Too bad she's in enough of a mood that it's only making her twitch instead. Maybe she'll just go...]

[He nods] Maybe later then.

[Beat.] Look, I know you're still upset; you have every right to be. I just... Just don't shut me out, okay? I still love you.

Not--... [She catches herself before she snaps again, forces herself to close her eyes, hang her head and take a deep breath before she tries again.]

Not right now. Okay?

[Though she has to wonder if she's telling him that, or if she's telling herself that. So she stares into her glass of water for a few seconds, turning that over and over again in her head... and with another sigh, she dumps it, pushes away from the counter.]

Yeah. I can't do this right now.

[She never, ever says she's sorry, sure, but there is a tone reserved for it. This one. And he's the only one who knows it.]

[He sighs. Most of him--no, let's be honest, all of him expected as much, but she had to hear what he said. It's up to her now if she'll listen or not.]

Yeah...

[He pushes away from the counter too, and just walks away without another word. She needs more time, he tells himself. And really...so does he. If things in their lives are going to be different from now on, then maybe it'll be better if he keeps things to himself. Ignorance is bliss, even if willful ignorance is just a temporary fix to a problem neither of them have the power to fix.]

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