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@zai-chata
I really do dislike flying in helicopters.
Well, it’s a shame. Only method of transportation around here really. Faster than humvee. And may I just ask who’re you? [Slinky raises his eyebrow, expression remaining friendly.]
"I only dislike them when the pilot thinks it is necessary to make unnecessary chatter with you. And consider me a delivery girl." She holds up a metal briefcase.
I really do dislike flying in helicopters.
Я готов, когда вы находитесь. Держите передач кратким и не позволяйте вашей личной повестки дня, чтобы получить в пути.
В отличие от вас, я не отвлекаться на личные планы.
Все готово?
Я только ждал тебя.
Чему́ быть, того́ не минова́ть. English: What is to be can't be avoided.
Russian Proverb.
→ ooc
as a note, i’m changing kat’s history up for a tumblr rp that i was in that rebooted. those following me before that knew her as an sherlock bbc oc, she’ll still be as such she still has her personality, don't worry. backstory's just changed up a bit. i'll be posting it later tonight.
zai-chata started following you
И так Возвращение блудного сына.
Vy vesely.
+ hierarcha started following you
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
The world at large has a more idealised definition.
The world at large is comprised of idiots.
+ hierarcha started following you
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
[Jackal didn’t exactly go slack-jawed with amazement, but in spite of himself his mouth did open slightly in surprise before he pursed his lips again and typed out his response.]
JACKAL: Zebra.
[He hesitates for a fractional moment before deciding to pitch the ball into the mysterious newcomer’s court.]
JACKAL: By the way - have you seen that idle short-arse Tosh McLaren around recently?
[Kat shook her head, nails raking over the back of her hand. She’d only met the man a couple of times, but eh. She didn’t care for him. At least she’d bothered to remember the name.]
ZAICHATA: He’s a sloppy git, so he’s the same as ever. Alive and kicking.
[Jackal nods slowly. His suspicions have been confirmed.]
JACKAL: Sloppy. Yeah. Nice to know we’re talking about the same Tosh McLaren.
[But then, how many are there in the field of British Intelligence? He decides to pitch another little test her way.]
JACKAL: So…”ZAICHATA”. Interesting call-sign. Sounds more Mossad than MI6.
ZAICHATA: Global work gains you the most interesting of views of the world.
[Kat shrugged, reaching to sip her tea. Boredom was creeping on her, and it wasn't amusing her.]
Blur // The Universal
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
William Shakespeare - from the play “As You Like It”. View the entire play here. (via wildingcollections)
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth
William Shakespeare, Richard II (via standinglikeaguiltyschoolboy)
In peace and honour rest you here, my sons: Rome’s readiest champions, repose you here in rest, Secure from worldy chances and mishaps. Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damnèd grudges, here are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: In peace and honour rest you here, my sons.
Titus, in Shakespeare’s The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus (1.1.150-7)
[Jackal didn’t exactly go slack-jawed with amazement, but in spite of himself his mouth did open slightly in surprise before he pursed his lips again and typed out his response.]
JACKAL: Zebra.
[He hesitates for a fractional moment before deciding to pitch the ball into the mysterious newcomer’s court.]
JACKAL: By the way - have you seen that idle short-arse Tosh McLaren around recently?
[Kat shook her head, nails raking over the back of her hand. She'd only met the man a couple of times, but eh. She didn't care for him. At least she'd bothered to remember the name.]
ZAICHATA: He's a sloppy git, so he's the same as ever. Alive and kicking.
