with_my_teacup | R26 - Here comes the sun [Video]

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R26 - Here comes the sun [Video]

[The feed shows Riddick, tired but smirking just barely visibly. He's in the darkness of his room, a big wall of shadow with still squinting silver eyes. The only thing in focus is the pair of rubber-strapped welding goggles dangling close to the screen.]

I like'm and all, but they aren't real... casual. Anyone got some 21st-century style sunglasses I could borrow for a few days?

[Private to Selina]
I don't know how much you like water, but I could do with some solar heat and a little hydrotherapy-- I'm looking to hit the beach and then shop like I'm civilized and rich. You down for that?

Anything you wanna hit while we're back in all the brightness? It ain't Gotham, but somehow I see you fitting in fine anyway. I'll be a little slow, but I'm with you.

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[Oh fuck is the kid already here? It seems like he's barely had time to find a blind spot and melt into it. ...he thinks like a cranky old man.

He slips quietly out of his corner, missing all his speed and most of his grace, but still managing to stay quiet. Show no weakness, after all. He gets as close as he can behind Chris, says conversationally-]

Looks like you're prepared.

[Even months later, it's still so, so stupidly easy to surprise Chris. As Riddick speaks, Chris jumps about a mile and a half, heart pounding as he hits the wall opposite. He twists around, looking at the man in wounded disbelief]

Jesus fucking christ, Riddick! You fucking asshole!

What, the blind deathtolling guy? Why are you pressed?

[Yeah, he really is. He digs out his card.]

I should punch you in your stupid half-dead face. Asshole, what are you doing? Last I checked this isn't Assassin's Creed.

I was just saying hey. [Deadpan]

You willing to grab me a shirt while you're out? Everything I've got is black and I could use something reflective. Which means white, don't get cute.

You were sneaking. That was sneaking. Prick.

Got it. White. With a little unicorn on it.

I could make a unicorn work.

Unicorns all the way down it is.

Card. Gimmie.

[He flips the card between his fingers, and holds it out. ]

I'll be right where we get off the barge.

[Chris plucks the card from Riddick, looking it over with deep satisfaction. Financial independence? Yes, please]

Okay. I'm getting you sunscreen too. That big bald head of yours is going to fry like an egg.

You're a sweet kid. [His mouth quirks.]

See you in an hour. [Or he's coming after you like a slow-walking horror movie antagonist.]

Yeah, yeah. [Grinning, he sticks the card in his wallet, fitting it in his back pocket]

In the words of this port's governor...I'll be back.

[Eyebrow? But he doesn't ask.

The departure point is -- for them at least-- near the waterfront. Riddick chucks his thumb at a patch of beach.]

I shouldn't be too hard to find.

[By which he means as soon as Chris is out of sight he's going to strip his shirt, use it as an eye mask, and grab an hour of sleep on the sand.]

Yeah, in the sun you stick out.

[But whatever; Chris is heading down the Barge rail, dropping happily into the sand and going the opposite direction, on a quest to find Ray Bans and a unicorn shirt]

[Riddick stakes out his territory-- what little isn't claimed, and basks half asleep in the sun. Not real rest-- too much foot traffic, too much to be aware of, but it's good to be still and let the heat soak into his aching body, brutal and deep.

Not shockingly, he tends to brown up more than burning.]

[A good long hour and fifteen minutes passes.

Finally, Chris, wearing his own shades and in newer, nicer clothes that better fit his frame, drops down beside Riddick. He's got a plastic bag full of stuff, and is holding two italian ices with the other hand]

Sup, Death Toll.

Just living the privileged life, baby badass.

[He sits up and grits his teeth through a wince as he stretches-- the muscles feel tight and stiff, without actually being affected by efforts to relax.

He squints at Chris-- just the faintest sliver of silver showing, and the light is still enough to make his eyes water.]

Find a unicorn?

It's nice, right? L.A.'s nice, but you should see New York sometime.

[He twists to the side, rooting through the plastic bag before pulling out a pair of high end sunglasses much like his own, and hands them over]

Nah. Found one with a kitten, though. Enjoy.

You sucking up to Selina or something?

[The sunglasses help. They aren't his goggles, but they'll do-- and they won't draw attention. His mouth flickers in a brief smile once he's able to see Chris' better fitting clothes.]

We hit Earth a lot-- maybe I'll get there. I can taste the magical water you need to make bagels.

I like her, but no, I just wanted to see you in a kitten shirt.

It's amazing. God, you know, you'd think I'd miss the really big, important things like my mom when I came to the Barge, but most of the time I miss shit like going to the movies or the beach whenever I wanted, or eating a bagel.

Hand over the shirt. Or don't, apparently 'shirtless' is an option. [He waves at the rest of the beach.]

By the way, thanks. I really am fucking exhausted.

Put the shirt on, this isn't Jersey Shore.

[He hands the bag over; inside is sunblock as well. And for good measure, he gives Riddick the other italian ice]

Yeah, no shit. What the fuck happened to you?

[He does put the shirt on, without fanfare, and nips a mouthful of the Italian ice off the top of the cone. Ooh, nice and cold.]

Got in a magical industrial accident, basically-- got careless, got in the way of a spell. [He shrugs]

Maybe you might not want to do that anymore, if you want to still sit around and enjoy ports.

[He digs into his own, licking the top]

How's wardening?

It's a lot like inmating, only I don't get to kill people just because they piss me off. But there's always trade offs.

How's inmating? Dent hasn't given you any more shit, has he?

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