[ there's a world of reasons for him to exhale with that kind of reply, but chuck doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve. he learned that lesson a long time ago. ]
[ the affirmation comes easy, and Herc huffs out a breath as he moves. he'd done more than drag a dog around with a busted arm, but it burns the way something rebroken, retorqued, does without the adrenalin of a kaiju fight pushing him on.
[ there's a rattling in the background, but it's nothing terribly pronounced. the sorting of packs- looting through whatever looks like it might be half useful. the blood on his armor is dry and flaking. it's brown now, but in the lack of light, he almost doesn't notice.
almost. ]
Got'a line open with Becket. Mori's on her way t'you, and we can rendezvous once we're operational. [ her plan, not his. ]
[ it isn't that they've overlooked the obvious, but that they have no choice but to plan further. to do more than the immediate. to find each other and move out from there. ]
[ he knows, knows that they have steps to an ultimate outcome and one of the top priorities on Herc's list is finding his son. but the air feels thick up here and he knows they need to take this in baby steps. ]
Tryin' to find everyone else. We don't get into these computers we won't know what's going on.
[ and on top of it all, he has a terrified bulldog ]
[ he knows. he doesn't need to see Chuck to know what it feels like, being separate and unable to do fuck all for the person you love most in the world. ]
Nothing's opening until we get this sorted out. We let this gas out, the whole ship is dead.
[ he could say plenty here: he could tell Chuck they only have 48 hours, he could reinforce that they weren't going to let this poison spread if it meant locking down this end of the ship, he could say something heartfelt. he could be a father for once in his damn life.
instead, when he opens his mouth, his voice is a command. ]
You don't focus on your end you're not gonna make it over to this side. Now I've got a job t'do here, and I need t'know when we get this sorted out you're gonna have all your limbs when that door opens.
[ the tight curl of his fingers into his fists is reflex, the kind of automatic pull that chuck has felt his entire life. the need to lash out, to take the fight wherever and however he can is in his blood the way the moon draws on the tide. he wants to feel the knuckles of his right hand collide, to know the precise moment that he'll feel them turn black and blue so he can tell himself he's satisfied. that it's enough.
his chest hitches up, hard and fast and chuck knows when to leave it well enough alone. chuck doesn't have anything to say to that (it's a lie, he has too goddamn many things to say and no idea how to say them)- so he doesn't say anything at all. ]
[ the thing is, he hears that hitch as much as he feels it. no, he hadn't drifted with Chuck last, and yeah, they'd been severed when his boy went up in smoke— but just by being there, something residual must have clicked. Herc's chest seizes up and he doesn't let it come through, but if they were drifting— Chuck would know he's as scared as his kid is. ]
Got up t'fourty eight hours to figure this shit out. Don't have time to walkabout.
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heracleidae) wrote2013-09-06 11:57 pm
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Lemme guess, whole goddamn thing's on lockdown.
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[ the affirmation comes easy, and Herc huffs out a breath as he moves. he'd done more than drag a dog around with a busted arm, but it burns the way something rebroken, retorqued, does without the adrenalin of a kaiju fight pushing him on.
as such, his voice comes out a growl:]
Where are you?
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[ there's a rattling in the background, but it's nothing terribly pronounced. the sorting of packs- looting through whatever looks like it might be half useful. the blood on his armor is dry and flaking. it's brown now, but in the lack of light, he almost doesn't notice.
almost. ]
Got'a line open with Becket. Mori's on her way t'you, and we can rendezvous once we're operational. [ her plan, not his. ]
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[ because she's already told him they're on different floors, locked in different areas. ]
Nobody's findin' anyone until we get this ship working.
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Yeah we noticed that part.
[ it isn't that they've overlooked the obvious, but that they have no choice but to plan further. to do more than the immediate. to find each other and move out from there. ]
Got yourself a weapon yet?
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[ he knows, knows that they have steps to an ultimate outcome and one of the top priorities on Herc's list is finding his son. but the air feels thick up here and he knows they need to take this in baby steps. ]
Tryin' to find everyone else. We don't get into these computers we won't know what's going on.
[ and on top of it all, he has a terrified bulldog ]
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[ they haven't seen them yet. ]
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S'infectious.
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Were.
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[ the abject refusal to even touch that with a ten foot pole ]
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I'm goin'ta figure out what's goin' on. Keep me in the loop.
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Don't do anythin' stupid.
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How's it going on your end?
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You?
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How long 'till your door's open.
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Nothing's opening until we get this sorted out. We let this gas out, the whole ship is dead.
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[ it isn't a question. the same way you're getting the hell out of there and like hell you're going out like that aren't questions. ]
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instead, when he opens his mouth, his voice is a command. ]
You don't focus on your end you're not gonna make it over to this side. Now I've got a job t'do here, and I need t'know when we get this sorted out you're gonna have all your limbs when that door opens.
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his chest hitches up, hard and fast and chuck knows when to leave it well enough alone. chuck doesn't have anything to say to that (it's a lie, he has too goddamn many things to say and no idea how to say them)- so he doesn't say anything at all. ]
Don't drag your ass about it.
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Got up t'fourty eight hours to figure this shit out. Don't have time to walkabout.