The Last Voyages: IC Contact

[fifthofthecovenant]

"Hey, you've reached Chase Collins! You know what to do." BEEP.

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post-ice capades port

[omniavincit]

He falls reflexively into silence as soon as Chase turns Misty over, eases her away from him—somewhere between wary and respectful. She looks too close to dead, her eyes shut and her expression impassive.

It takes William a minute or two to get the hang of steering her—and even when he does it occupies the bulk of his focus, as though it's his attention that's keeping her suspended in the air. He has to fight the urge to walk with his arms spread under her. At the comment about the door he spares Chase a quick glance. “Should I be worried?”

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[fifthofthecovenant]

"I mean, I don't know, just anybody can get into Misty's room. And everyone's all up in arms about murderers lately." He follows along behind them both, hands now in his pockets now that he's done the starting spell. "I guess I could try and figure out a magic lock for her door, but then she'd have to call me to get let out, and she might not like that."

post-ice capades port

[omniavincit]

It's almost fussy, the way he repeatedly scans their surroundings for would-be interlopers, stands in front of the elevator door after it dings open so there's no risk of it shutting on her. He lets Chase decide how best to orient her—skewed sideways, tilted so she's floating vertically—and then ducks in beside her.

He waits until the doors have closed to say: “I'm one of the murderers.”

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[fifthofthecovenant]

Stupid little elevators. He pulls his hands from his pockets, pulls them together, and rotates them. Misty winds up vertical, skirt rippling as if in some nonexistent wind. "Okay." Not an expected answer. "Well, as long as you're not going to murder me or Misty, I'm going to say that's not really relevant right now."

post-ice capades port

[omniavincit]

He flicks a glance to Chase, mildly puzzled. "That was your concern, wasn't it?" Murderers.

"She'll be fine," he says, almost to himself.

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[fifthofthecovenant]

"No, my concern was murderers hurting Misty while she's unconscious," Chase retorts. "So as long as you're not going to hurt her, or me, I don't really care all that much." Hands go back in his pockets, and he leans back on the elevator wall with a little bump. "Anyway, I think most of the people on this ship are murderers. Even the wardens."

post-ice capades port

[omniavincit]

What a strange thing to hear from someone supposedly invested in Misty's opinion of them. By now William's facing forward—only the elevator doors receive the benefit of his dubious look.

"How many people have you killed?" he asks conversationally.

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[fifthofthecovenant]

"I said most not all," Chase grouses at him, shoulders hunching in defensively, while he frantically tries to decide how much truth to tell. If any. They're in an elevator, so it's private, so that's something he supposes.

Finally he mutters, almost under his breath: "Four."