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realityshifted2013-03-25 11:22 pm
decrypts) wrote in realityshifted2013-03-25 11:22 pm
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[this has been one exceptionally strange day for york. and by exceptionally strange, he means holy fucking shit what the hell is going on.
it had started off like any other day. he'd gotten up gone to get his coffee and actually intended on going through some of his mission data. he'd had his datapads under one arm, mug in hand, and he'd been rounding a corner when he'd run into something he'd never seen before.
and by that, he means one very large, intimidating, orange .. thing.
which of course meant he'd tried to talk to it. that .. had probably been his first mistake. because as usual, he can't be straightforward to save his life, and .. well.
then there were weapons in his face. and lots of angry noises. and york had been pretty sure that he was about to have his head torn off.
which is when he'd started running.
he hadn't exactly been concentrating on dropping to the plane at the time, and once he actually did land, he didn't stop running. he had no way of knowing whether or not the thing that had been scaring the absolute fuck out of him was following him, but looking back to check meant certain death, he was positive, and he wasn't risking that.
so.
running like a motherfucker across the plane it is.]
((ooc: this, ladies and gentlemen, would be the result of york's encounter with a tabbalac, courtesy of a partial merger with menzies. he's running his fool head off, so wherever you want to run into him? feel free. also would someone please try to calm him down because he seriously thinks he's about to die.again.))
it had started off like any other day. he'd gotten up gone to get his coffee and actually intended on going through some of his mission data. he'd had his datapads under one arm, mug in hand, and he'd been rounding a corner when he'd run into something he'd never seen before.
and by that, he means one very large, intimidating, orange .. thing.
which of course meant he'd tried to talk to it. that .. had probably been his first mistake. because as usual, he can't be straightforward to save his life, and .. well.
then there were weapons in his face. and lots of angry noises. and york had been pretty sure that he was about to have his head torn off.
which is when he'd started running.
he hadn't exactly been concentrating on dropping to the plane at the time, and once he actually did land, he didn't stop running. he had no way of knowing whether or not the thing that had been scaring the absolute fuck out of him was following him, but looking back to check meant certain death, he was positive, and he wasn't risking that.
so.
running like a motherfucker across the plane it is.]
((ooc: this, ladies and gentlemen, would be the result of york's encounter with a tabbalac, courtesy of a partial merger with menzies. he's running his fool head off, so wherever you want to run into him? feel free. also would someone please try to calm him down because he seriously thinks he's about to die.
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Ah-! Mind yourself!
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[not saying anything more than that. nope. no time.]
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frown all you want, he's just going to throw a glance over his shoulder before keeping right on with the running.] I don't know what the hell it is! Orange and angry is all I got!
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Orange!? [she takes a look behind him, not really liking that description--except that there's nothing there. and if it's orange, it must not be invisible, so she calls after York:] You know, most things can't follow you to the Plane!
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her words make him stop, finally, though. his running slows to a jog and then a walk, and once he stops completely, he shoots one more cursory glance over his shoulder before he turns to her, eyebrows raised.] Okay, so that's one thing settled. So .. did it stay on the MoI?
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[she nods, unable to help looking amused at his behaviour] Should be--but time's stopped for now. What was "it" like, anyway? Besides orange and angry?
[because so far it sounds like a tiger, but she's pretty sure he wouldn't be confused about one of those]
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F--!
It's not exactly graceful because who expects something like that jdfklajk; he scrambles backwards with a yelp, arms flailing. He takes another second to actually collect himself, still wide-eyed, and stares after the Freelancer.]
... The hell, man?! [Baffled, and a little worried, he starts after him.]
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ever again.
oh god please don't let him die again.
once he catches sight of that red hair, he pauses just long enough to shoot him an almost fearful glance, slowing down and ending up kind of jogging backwards as he goes.] Uh. You don't .. you don't see a giant orange thing behind me do you?
[never mind that he's currently facing the way he'd come, and could totally look for himself but is opting not to thank you very much.]
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Nnno, no orange thing. ... Should there be an orange thing?
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There was totally an orange thing. An angry orange thing. That I'm pretty sure wanted to take my head off and suck my brains out like a crawfish or something.
[.. york. really.]
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even though his Louisianian muser is cracking upbut he gets the mental image well enough. He looks one more time, just to be sure, but there's still nothing.]Well, uh. It's not there anymore. [Beat.] Was this like, back in your world or somethin'? 'Cause if so, then yeah, it stayed there. I don't know if that's necessarily a good thing, but... yeah. Anyway, you okay?
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by which he means he will tell you that they are gross, horrible things and you should never even think about eating them.
because ew.
york lets out a breath, swallows thickly. ] Yeah, it was .. I just .. I swear I thought I heard it following me. Seriously. [ he shakes his head with a small laugh. ] I'm still alive, so I guess I'm okay?
[ beat. ] Have I missed anything interesting lately?
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Yeah, you look pretty alive to me. [He smiles a bit. He's relieved that York's safe, at least until he goes back, but... well, yeah, he's also worried that York will not be okay when he goes back. Yikes.
That question makes him snort, though.] Not really, man. 's been quiet. For fuckin' once. [Beat.] Until you showed up screamin' I guess.
[Stupid smirk goes here~]
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That is until he hears someone suddenly appear, the footsteps clanging on the metal ground. He recognizes this mortal and finds the obvious distress fascinating and worth the distraction. So before the mortal gets too far, Loki noisily slams his book (and subtly amplifies the sound for good measure) and hopes that will get his attention.] Unless your enemy is invisible, you seem to have evaded it quite successfully, my friend.
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you are not helping you stupid god of mischief.
jesus why are you here he hasn't seen you since your little venture in snowfall landed him right on his ass.
wait. did he just say -] What - ?
[and now he's slowing down, chancing a glance behind him.
the thing is gone, and it doesn't seem to be anywhere around him.] .. Huh.
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I never took you for one to flee from an enemy in fear. Must have been a very formidable opponent. [He smirks faintly, amused, and gestures to a chair that's somewhat close by.] Come! Tell me your tale.