un: antigoneiguess | audio

[rudelanguage]

--en it's out loud for other people? Is there like a timer? A warning? A, a sound?

[the voice is small, feminine, kind of nasally in its dubious tone.

there's a brief beat, expectant. then, uneasily:] No, really. How do I know? Just--justjust tell me when this Hope-person can hear me so I don't jaw on like some kind of idiot asshole! I already feel dumb as shit so this doesn't help nothin'--Hey. Hello?

[...]

...I'm just talkin' to nothing, aren't I. Fuckin'--

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[hexcope]

... After I just made a big deal about hurting innocent people, you think I'd do that?? No!

[rudelanguage]

[while seinfeld handsing:] Hey! You were talking about strangers and innocent people, I didn't think I qualified!

[hexcope]

I'm not- okay. I don't want anyone to die. Not you, not strangers, not even people I don't like. It's a you-or-me, last-choice sort of decision. If I'm being attacked with lethal intent, then I have to. If someone is a huge danger to everyone around them and that's the only way to stop them, then it has to be done. Only those two situations.

Understand?

[rudelanguage]

[Fuckin' nerd. Lucky I'm short and can't just push you off the roof...

...You'd fuckin' float anyway. Bah.

Knife is dangerously close to being endeared. why is endearment so close to annoyance?! how rude.

Antigone huffs, dusting off a sleeve.] Fine, fine... I'll allow you to be gallant, I guess. Now just stand there a second.

[because instead of indignantly holding arms out for uppies, Antigone pads over and then scales up his leg, back, and onto his neck like a toddler, clutching tufts of hair for security.]

[hexcope]

Thank you. Wait, what are you- not my hair-

[It's too late. She's ruined his perfectly coifed hair. He huffs in frustration.]

Perfect. Thanks.

[Sarcasm!]

Just don't pull it.

[And with that, he steps off the side of the building, gently guiding them down to the ground level, more out of concern she'll genuinely rip his hair out if he goes any faster than a granny's pace.]

[rudelanguage]

[What's he bitching about now? If I grabbed he's ears he'd hate that more! Sheesh.

but to be fair, she'll not pull (though the temptation is ferocious). on purpose. can't really control reflexes, y'know!

Wheeeee, Knife thinks blandly, watching the ground approach, realizing it would've been cool to like...maybe ask and specify a location to drop off to? and not just...random avenue.

sigh.]

You could make a business out of this, y'know.

[hexcope]

So I could live out all of my carriage driver dreams, right?

[With a soft thud, they land, and Jayce gestures for her to disembark from his shoulders.]

[rudelanguage]

What carriage you drivin' that floats, huh? [she scoots to one shoulder and hops off, dusts herself off, and looks around.

...yup. still no fuckin' clue where to go. that's normal.

fuckin' SIGH.]

Alright. Go have fun with all your busywork, Long-Term. Don't explode.

[hexcope]

I guess airship pilot's a more apt comparison.

[He runs a hand through his hair to try and fix it, moving around hair product to try and get it to not look like two tiny hands made pigtails out of his locks.]

Thanks, Short-Stack. And if you feel like doing something stupid, either one: don't. Or two: call me. See you around.

[And with that, he bolts back up into the sky.]