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lastvoyages2018-10-14 09:50 pm
ninefox) wrote in lastvoyages2018-10-14 09:50 pm
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[Public video, slightly/wibbly backdated to a few days after port]
[Jedao looks...not great, between his hair being greasy and unwashed and the dark grey under his eyes, reminiscent of his insomnia when he first came aboard over a year ago. He's sitting slumped against a black wall, not looking directly at the communicator.]
...any warden who's ever told me that violence isn't always the answer is cordially invited to use alternate means to get Matthew Murdock to fuck off before I find the energy to cut his tongue out.
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Not you. I want to see who else comes out of the gradient.
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[Jedao is starting to leave his room again. Sometimes to go see fox Quentin, or to switch to hiding in Nico's version of the Roci. Sometimes to sneak a look at the new chickens. Sometimes just out of sheer restlessness. Late at night, usually.
There's a man, tall and elegant and exquisitely beautiful, with cold pale eyes and sleek black and silver robes, his hands and hair dripping with black, white, and silver jewels. Pale hair, although that was rarer among his bodies; this one is an amalgam rather than any Jedao remembers, heavily flavored with Quentin's bone structure.
"I know you missed me, Jedao-shei," he murmurs, and holds out a hand - palm down, the way you would to pet a dog, not coax another person. "You didn't really think the boy managed it, did you? After all the time I had to prepare? Of course I had contingencies, don't be stupid. This is why you should leave the planning to me, you know. Now come along. You can stop fighting, Jedao. You'll always be my gun."
Jedao stands frozen, unable to breathe, face utterly blank.]
[Jedao looks...not great, between his hair being greasy and unwashed and the dark grey under his eyes, reminiscent of his insomnia when he first came aboard over a year ago. He's sitting slumped against a black wall, not looking directly at the communicator.]
...any warden who's ever told me that violence isn't always the answer is cordially invited to use alternate means to get Matthew Murdock to fuck off before I find the energy to cut his tongue out.
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Not you. I want to see who else comes out of the gradient.
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[Jedao is starting to leave his room again. Sometimes to go see fox Quentin, or to switch to hiding in Nico's version of the Roci. Sometimes to sneak a look at the new chickens. Sometimes just out of sheer restlessness. Late at night, usually.
There's a man, tall and elegant and exquisitely beautiful, with cold pale eyes and sleek black and silver robes, his hands and hair dripping with black, white, and silver jewels. Pale hair, although that was rarer among his bodies; this one is an amalgam rather than any Jedao remembers, heavily flavored with Quentin's bone structure.
"I know you missed me, Jedao-shei," he murmurs, and holds out a hand - palm down, the way you would to pet a dog, not coax another person. "You didn't really think the boy managed it, did you? After all the time I had to prepare? Of course I had contingencies, don't be stupid. This is why you should leave the planning to me, you know. Now come along. You can stop fighting, Jedao. You'll always be my gun."
Jedao stands frozen, unable to breathe, face utterly blank.]
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What, exactly, does he feel is his justification to fuck on?
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[Which. Jedao. Does not.]
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Her response to this one isn't nearly so harsh, though. She knows what Jedao has just been through.]
I can literally fly him away. [It's a wry offer, but a sincere one. She imagines Matt means well, whatever is going on but good intentions can still do their share of harm. She'd like to shield both of them from that.]
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[That sounds hilarious.]
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Not. Pleased.]
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Maybe build some noise grenades.
[If he can hear Jedao through Lucky's door, there's something going on there.]
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All of which is to say that Jedao does not close his eyes. He shivers and gasps and shudders when the thing that looks like Kujen collapses into smoke. Jedao tries to sheathe his knives but his hands ache, gripping too tight.
"Sorry," he whispers, a thin his of breath like air escaping from a punctured vacuum seal.
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He's not objective enough about violence to start, really, and he has other priorities.]
Would you like some tea?
I picked some up, uh, in port. [Both Jedao and Missy like tea, which makes it important enough that he had looked.]
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- sorry you had to deal with me like that.
[Speaking of port.]
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I don't want anyone making matters worse for you right now. I just know how stubborn I am when I feel like something is my responsibility.
I can sit in your hallway upon request and raise a wind barrier by your door that will block sound and access for awhile. You and Fives are also welcome to borrow my cabin for any length of time if someone tries to gain access to yours without your consent. [She lives in Rosethorn's anyway. She gave her cabin to Horatio for months, once. And while she's worried enough to feel that someone ought to be checking on Jedao right now, knowing what she does about his relationship with Fives means that she's far less concerned about cutting him off from someone who's upsetting him badly enough to warrant this.]
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No particularly heinous crime, he's just useless. But I'm not going to pry my chest open again so he can soothe his ego about how dutiful he is, and I'm sick of listening to him nagging me about it.
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What does he want?
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To help me.
[He can't quite meet her eyes.]
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On it, Foxy.
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[He seems like he'd be more fun that way.
That or maudlin, Jedao can't decide.]
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[ Harry is neutral-to-positive on Matt, his chief exposure to the man having been the time he saved Harry from getting shot by Teddy. ]
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Must he have done something? Am I required to put up with every patronizing halfwit who camps on my doorstep?
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That's original.
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Or perhaps he is a subtle genius. I am, after all, refraining.
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Stupid, maybe, but--Did you try asking him to leave you alone?
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Jedao is not in the habit of asking things of people he believes don't care what he wants. As far as he's concerned, it's just one more way of letting people hurt and control him.
He feels furious suddenly, cold and brittle, like ice cracking into chunks. He looks her straight in the eye, more bitter than he was without his heart.]
Leave me alone.
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I feel like if you actually came out here to do that, I'd consider it an accomplishment.
[His tone of voice is soft, rather than mocking, even if there's some tiny, tiny sliver of bemusement in there, underneath it.
And you know, the thing is, he was ready to leave already, and come back tomorrow.]
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Stubborn boys like us, we like playing martyr, don't we?
[And Jedao doesn't want him coming back tomorrow. He doesn't want him thinking he has the fucking right. He doesn't want to be waiting for it all the hours he can't sleep.]
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[slgknsdfs femmes]
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The thing that isn't Kujen clucks his tongue.
"Any kind I want, obviously. Jedao. Do you want me to make you obedient again?"
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Her mind, however, does tug on Matt a little bit.
"I promised Jedao I'd fly you away if you didn't leave." There's a wry note to her voice, but she's not bluffing.
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Nonetheless, his voice is even enough when he asks, "And you would?"
wow i sure put that comment in the right place
no worries! matt has super-senses he can find anything~
THANKS MATT
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"Well. This body won't last long," it pouts.
Jedao makes an arghghg noise of frustration, grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes, then drops them.
"He's standing right next to you, idiot, I can tell you aren't really anchoring him," Jedao growls at the Fives-thing, which croons - not in Fives' voice at all, but the exact same voice as the crumpled corpse, "But I could."
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He's also incredibly protective.
No one ever told him what happened in Jedao's memories, the ones Newt asked the Admiral for back. No one ever explained. But he'd seen the aftermath, heard the things Fives and Jean said to him.
When he sees Jedao standing like that in front of a strange man, he comes flying down the hall, wand raised. "RIDDIKULUS!"
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Jedao breathes, swallows, tries to unclench his hands.
"....thank. You."
He doesn't quite meet Newt's eyes.
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You're right that this is not one, however.
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I'm granting you all an opportunity to convince me.
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The boggart flits through a dozen shapes as it flees, cowardly creature that it truly is.
"Don't scorch too much hallway," Jedao says, voice slightly creaky.
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This whole experience with the boggarts or ghosts or whatever mostly confuses him. He's come across a few others, and the one of his own didn't last long. They aren't smart, far as he can tell, but manipulative, yeah. He steadies his jog down when he sees figures ahead of him, frowning. He does recognize Jedao, but the other man? Nah. The look on Jedao's face tells the story. Sam steps right up next to Jedao, a strong supporting presence, and faces the other "person," quirking an eyebrow.]
Hey, tall, weird, and creepy. You should go polish that tacky jewels of yours elsewhere. [Sam laughs genuinely right in its face, because ... seriously though, he doesn't know if he can't, because at least to his eyes he looks pretty ridiculous. Sorry. Different strokes for different folks.] You look like some Vampire Masquerade wannabe, man. But if you want a gun, I've got one I can show you.
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[For all that he appreciates what Sam is doing intellectually, Jedao is properly panicking now, because Kujen is smiling, he knows that smile, knows it promises worse than Khiaz's did, who was capricious but at least less likely to stay patiently focused on one impudent victim for very long.]
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TW for vaguely suicidal imagery
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