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[After blowing the lid off Hakim's operation and reaching and uneasy understanding of their next steps, they leave the Necropolis behind. In the few weeks he's spent reuniting with Ana, Jack comes to realize that they need a better plan--he can make things up on the fly, sure, but now it isn't just him, so preferably their next course of action does not involve continuing to walk up to the front doors of Talon complexes and standing in front of security cameras, as much as he'd like to continue to do so.
He's been on his own for six long years, so traveling with someone else has proven to be an adjustment. It helps that it's Ana, who falls in step so easily with him that it's almost supernatural (as if no time has passed at all, to say nothing of circumstance). Still, acclimating himself to the presence of another person (even the closest of friends) is difficult. He's not the man he used to be, though he feels Ana bringing that out in him, digging things up that he tried so desperately to bury--perhaps more than he'd like.
There is something to be said for having someone at his back, however. It makes his mission easier, even if he knows, on some level, that he'll inevitably walk them both down a path that doesn't lead anywhere good. There's small solace in the fact that Ana knows what she's getting into, but it's offset by the guilt he feels that she's chosen to do this for him anyway. He defers to her for now, which is the closest he gets to an actual apology for all of this.
Because when he gets down to it, there are a lot of things unsaid between the two of them--things he thinks they could stand to talk about, but he is nothing if not very, very good at compartmentalization. He tells himself that he can bring up the tougher subjects once they have more concrete leads (his source is generally reliable, but sometimes she's a little mercurial, vanishing for weeks at a time only to resurface with the next tidbit of information). While he waits, it's easy not to bring them up at all, focusing on more immediate tasks like gathering supplies and planning their next move, fighting down the twist of something in his chest that he didn't think was still there.
He'll get around to it. But then again, he told himself he'd get around to talking things out with Reyes, too.
For now, he's hauling equipment into their new (temporary) safe house, feeling the twinge in his back where his wound still stubbornly refuses to fully close, even weeks later. He hasn't brought it up since he weathered the worst of whatever biological agent those shotgun shells were laced with, assuming that he'll heal eventually--just much, much slower than usual. Jack has resolved not to let it show. They have enough to worry about.]
They put in new facial recognition at the train station.
[An idle comment as he wanders into the main living area, such as it is. It's not a problem yet, but Jack was counting on moving on in the next few days. With their combined talents, he's sure they'd be able to stow away on a hypertrain out of the city undetected, but he'd rather not chance those kinds of cameras if he can help it.]
I was thinking I'd steal us a car.
[Is he joking? Maybe.]
He's been on his own for six long years, so traveling with someone else has proven to be an adjustment. It helps that it's Ana, who falls in step so easily with him that it's almost supernatural (as if no time has passed at all, to say nothing of circumstance). Still, acclimating himself to the presence of another person (even the closest of friends) is difficult. He's not the man he used to be, though he feels Ana bringing that out in him, digging things up that he tried so desperately to bury--perhaps more than he'd like.
There is something to be said for having someone at his back, however. It makes his mission easier, even if he knows, on some level, that he'll inevitably walk them both down a path that doesn't lead anywhere good. There's small solace in the fact that Ana knows what she's getting into, but it's offset by the guilt he feels that she's chosen to do this for him anyway. He defers to her for now, which is the closest he gets to an actual apology for all of this.
Because when he gets down to it, there are a lot of things unsaid between the two of them--things he thinks they could stand to talk about, but he is nothing if not very, very good at compartmentalization. He tells himself that he can bring up the tougher subjects once they have more concrete leads (his source is generally reliable, but sometimes she's a little mercurial, vanishing for weeks at a time only to resurface with the next tidbit of information). While he waits, it's easy not to bring them up at all, focusing on more immediate tasks like gathering supplies and planning their next move, fighting down the twist of something in his chest that he didn't think was still there.
He'll get around to it. But then again, he told himself he'd get around to talking things out with Reyes, too.
For now, he's hauling equipment into their new (temporary) safe house, feeling the twinge in his back where his wound still stubbornly refuses to fully close, even weeks later. He hasn't brought it up since he weathered the worst of whatever biological agent those shotgun shells were laced with, assuming that he'll heal eventually--just much, much slower than usual. Jack has resolved not to let it show. They have enough to worry about.]
They put in new facial recognition at the train station.
[An idle comment as he wanders into the main living area, such as it is. It's not a problem yet, but Jack was counting on moving on in the next few days. With their combined talents, he's sure they'd be able to stow away on a hypertrain out of the city undetected, but he'd rather not chance those kinds of cameras if he can help it.]
I was thinking I'd steal us a car.
[Is he joking? Maybe.]
CALL ME OUT v2.0
SUPER HAPPY FUNTIME OPEN RP POST fuck you I can't code here's a nice picture of space 1. Pick a dude. |
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pagans, tweaked by me.FALLOUT: NEW SUMABURA GAKUEN
THE BAD END TRAGEDY AU POST-APOCALYPSE ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD EXTRAVAGANZA
One way or another, maybe ten years ago, everything blew up, and the good guys lost. Smash Academy's finest were scattered to the winds, across the wasteland that was once Final Destination. Subspace still ripples in long jagged tears across the sky, and the monsters that breached the dimensions still wander the ruins of a city and the surrounding wilderness. Society has collapsed and clashes between factions are commonplace--some for territory and supplies, others for the establishment of order.
Mostly a lot of people are dead and it's really sad.
(No prompts. Just post a starter. A short description of what may or may not have happened to your character is always helpful! Anything goes.)