with_my_teacup | R42 - All that matters is the beautiful life

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So if there's an inmate with no temp and no recent murders under their belt who needs a ticket off the barge, I have a vacancy.

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[Frankly he could give about half a fuck about sex shops or soft drugs. Amsterdam for Riddick means trying the local cuisine with cold judgment, looking for cold weather clothes, and taking care of his list for the admiral.

He blends into the background with practiced ease, goggles nowhere to be seen and the dark glasses warden-dean gave him one christmas adding anonymity. He drifts through crowded streets like a shadow, keeping an eye out for Loki getting himself into trouble... but he's not about to lunge in at the slightest provocation. Life's too short.

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From:

tricksandmischief

[It was an opportunity to leave this strange prison and so Loki had immediately leapt upon it, despite recognising the one who had offered. Knowing some had not been themselves, he did not mention it yet, focused as he was on the leaving and possible escape. He would see about that when they were outside. Regular clothing had been provided so Loki would also not stand out as much and so they had gone. The god playing along with what Riddick said but all the while calculating and observing what other options there were.]

From:

with_my_teacup

[Riddick watches where Loki's glance is falling. So he breaks the not-unfriendly silence between them again for a personal anecdote. Up to now he'd just dropped the occasional comment about the things they were looking for and how much cash they had to find someplace to sleep.

This is different, but still conversational:]

Your first port, right? Better luck than mine.

From:

tricksandmischief

Oh? This appears to be Midgard... Were you on some other realm?

From:

with_my_teacup

Land of the dead. Not real inviting.

On the other hand, it still seemed like a better bet than the barge. I took off for better places and didn't look back.

...I was fucking pissed when I just got teleported back to the barge on liftoff.

From:

tricksandmischief

[Loki had thought the Barge may have been the land of the dead when he'd first arrived... and would have remarked on that if not for the rest of what Riddick said.]

You... were an inmate? And you tried to... run away?

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with_my_teacup

Yup. Couple years ago by barge time. [He appears to be trying to decipher the menu posted in the window of a restaurant; his attention is actually closer focused on Loki than it has been since they left the barge.]

From:

tricksandmischief

[Loki covertly glances to the side as if still looking for exits and escape routes as he speaks.]

And you are implying that you could not get away? That they... brought you back much as they had brought me there in the first place?

Edited Date: 2014-11-11 01:32 am (UTC)

From:

with_my_teacup

And the same way they brought me here. Yeah. That'd be exactly what I'm implying.

From:

tricksandmischief

Hm.

[It was a dismissive sound but of course - if he chose to believe that - it would change his plans here.]

Is that a warning?

From:

with_my_teacup

A warning?

[He's all exaggerated innocence, butter wouldn't melt, all that.]

That was a painful personal remembrance.

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tricksandmischief - Date: 2014-11-22 05:37 am (UTC) - Expand

From:

theresalwayshope

[Allison's list for the Admiral has a lot of food on it, and in her wanderings she's unable to resist sampling some of the cuisine herself. Some of it is pretty straightforward: waffle style cookies, a tasty take on espresso, and as lunchtime approaches, she finds a little place that serves a Dutch staple she heard about while picking up some produce earlier in the day.

She's just sitting down with her food when she spots a familiar face just passing the cafe where she's eating...and a lot less naked than he was when she ran into him during the last port.

And a lot less...broken than when her counterpart spoke to his in the arena.]

...Riddick? That you?

From:

with_my_teacup

Argent.

[He lifts a mug of green tea to her.] It's me. Grab a seat, I don't bite.

From:

theresalwayshope

[Allison eyes her plate, then Riddick...then melts into a smile and gathers her things to join Riddick at his table.]

Thanks.

[She settles her things, including her purse on a free chair, and pulls Duchess out to sit on the table beside her plate. Duchess hops over to sniff it curiously before she lets out a tiny growl and thumps her foot, making Allison laugh.]

Calm down, brat! Sorry, Duchess goes everywhere with me and she's a total prima donna.

[As she speaks, she tugs a pink bandanna out of her purse as well and spreads it out. Duchess immediately hops over to settle down on it while Allison takes out a plastic baggie full of hay and sets out a few pieces for Duchess to nibble. She's sporting a perfectly sized little harness and leash, which Allison hooks around her wrist before she settles in to eat her own food, offering Riddick a smile.]

So how's Amsterdam treating you so far?

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with_my_teacup

[Riddick tuts at the rabbit with only the lightest pretense of disapproval. He's not usually much for herbivores, but he's got nothing against them.]

S'going all right. Not one for big bright cities if I have the choice, but ... as ports go, could be a fuck of a lot worse. You?

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darknessb4me

[Arthas is... busy. But he finds time to look for Riddick himself rather than sending a ghoul, keeps his hood up against the sun and falls into stride with him on the street as neatly as if they'd planned this.]

I have no intention of spending this money on his shopping list.

[He's in good spirits. The three policemen that vanished while investigating the sudden spate of overturned graves on the edge of town have something to do with it.]

From:

with_my_teacup

[Riddick knows Arthas is well fed and what that means: he's just basking in the glow of that not being his problem.]

I'm not going to make you.

So what's up you wanted to talk to me about?

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darknessb4me

Oh. That.

[It's not what he wanted to talk about, but at the same time he has to know. He pulls his cloak around himself tighter, though the cold is pleasant if anything.]

You were there, when the ships pulled apart?

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with_my_teacup

The other Riddick was. When I woke up I had his memories of it.

From:

darknessb4me

Do you think he's dead?

[He can't meet Riddick's eye. It's what he's been wondering in circles since he saw the post.]

For good, I mean.

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with_my_teacup

I think so, yeah. He thought so-- hoped so, that he was going down for the last time.

[He lifts his chin. He knows it bothers Arthas-- that this isn't going to be an easy talk, one way or another.]

From:

darknessb4me

It would be selfish to hope I could have been there to do something, then.

[Arthas sighs and lets his head slump down. He promised he'd get the inmates out, that he'd have a place for them on their ship, kill their Admiral, send them home if they wanted.]

I'm sorry.

From:

with_my_teacup

Not everyone there deserved to die. Was ready to. It's probably better this way, but...

I'm sorry you couldn't save them.

[Because he knows down to the last flicker of disbelief, the shock of your own failure, exactly how that feels.

He drifts a bit closer, step by step, until they're almost shoulder to shoulder, and gives Arthas a quick squeeze on the wrist.]

From:

darknessb4me

[Arthas takes Riddick's hand in return, if only briefly.]

I know why wardens make their deals. I know what it's like to want something badly enough to go into unknown territory, to not care what becomes of you.