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[petridishartemis]

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Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy

Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more

For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light

The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight

[petridishartemis]

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When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway

When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away

There's more to living than only surviving

Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying

[grigoriousgiant]

Grigori frowns as he looks over his mission orders; he’s being dispatched with Alexandre.

Rico, mercifully, appears to be left out of this mission. The Sniper’s strings are restrictive to the point of strangulation. Inflicting something like that on someone else is so anathema to what Rico is, Grigori can’t help but wonder if the BLAK Sniper wouldn’t snap if compelled to leash another; particularly someone of whom he appears quite fond.

The giant has been assigned to Joe, Alexandre presumably assigned to Yvonne. It gives Grigori’s guts a twist. Handing over a woman who treasures her freedom to a man with a track record of manipulative, sadistic behavior is a recipe for disaster.

[falkinghannacross]

It can be subtle. You ain't always aware of it. You're seein' it happen yourself. Who's to say you're bein' so protective of Yiv an' Joey on your own guns? *shrugs his shoulders, goes quiet. Maybe a bit sulky even* Yeh. I'm sure they won't.

I care about 'em; they're my friends. I'd be like this for any of my friends. It's just how I am.

Listen, I'm not a mercenary or a trained gunman or anything like that, but I know how to handle myself in tight situations. Looks aren't everything, y'know.

[falkinghannacross]

Kid, I don't think you're aware of how fucked you are, too. Do you think I'm 'ere cus I want to be? I told you before wot that machine, the one wot you went into willingly, does to people. I don't know how badly screwed you are, mate, but I'm willing to bet you've got at least a few strings in your head. *sighs* But you try, kid. You rescue the prince an' princess. Good fuckin' luck.

...I don't think I've had any urges to go anywhere or do anything, though. Wouldn't there be something happening in my head?

Jack and Jill won't be doing any tumbling down while I'm here.

[falkinghannacross]

HQ. Home sweet bloody home. *huffs, drags his fingers along his skinny arms* --and like you ain't worth nothin' in comparison to somebody else. Kind of bloody thinking just gets you screwed over. Or dead. And you can't be no good to nobody when you're fucking dead.

Christ. I gotta stop this, gotta stop 'em.

...We're not kickin' off yet, no need to worry about that.

[falkinghannacross]

Here, mate. Doc's calling 'em here. An' fer fuck's sake, don't talk like that. Chroist.

Where is 'here'? They're trying to get on a train.

...Talk like what?

[falkinghannacross]

They're callin' the kiddos back. Fuck knows what they're going to do with you. Fuck knows what's going to happen to all of us. Goddamnit kid, why'd you have to trust the bleedin' Doc?

Calling... W-Wait. She said something about being called. Joe and Yvonne? Who's calling 'em? Where are they wanting to go?

...What they do to me isn't important. Just them.