just binged Gangsta and everything is pain. ch25 SPOILERS in comments probs

[dreadloud]

[yo D_M, meet an apparent 12 year old with the voice of an adult. he's got two sheathed kukri strapped to his hips]

Y'know what? I don't even care ya only got shitty translations to go off for how I talk.

I don't care I've barely got a background. I don't even care that you're a shitty Normal. 'Cause y'know what?

[he grins manically] I get out. And that's good enough for me! [drops the smile] So? What're my options, here? They better be good. I wanna have some fun.

[you're not even giving me time to mourn, are you? you monster]

Shut up! Just find me someone strong to fight!

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[alwaysgrumpy]

Everyone seems to ask for that, until they meet someone way too strong for them.

[dreadloud]

I already have, and I'm still askin' for it.

[celebred]

[ just gonna stare like the rude mofo that he is.

you. you're supposed to be not talking anymore. and of course, he'd only managed to catch half of what you'd just said. ]

sdiofhapdofih NIC!!! <3 sorry for the late, oh goodness

[dreadloud]

AH! It's you! [POINTS! they're both rude mofos] What're you doin' here? Did they kidnap you too? Man, that just figures, I bet you're not even dead, this is such bullshit! Are you even in a game?

[yeah he never learns, does he]

jlkasdjalks cries DOUG no no never be sorry!! chinhands at forever

[celebred]

[ there's just a whole lot to take in right now:

1) doug is clearly very much not dead (and nic only just barely understands why because, let's face it, he's about as likely to listen to his mun talk about the mechanics of fourth walls as he is to listen to.. well. doug.)

2) that he's here and not stuck where he'd last been

3) all those words. so many words. flapping through that mouth at 100 mph it feels like. nic, of course, only manages to catch the very last of all that. ]

yEs.

[ short and simple. TAKE THE HINT, DOUG... ]

fffff okay fine i won't so there!!! join me in my tears and laughter /)_(\

[dreadloud]

[wow you asshole, why does he even talk to you?

oh wait, it's because he doesn't know how to shut up]

Seriously? Which one? I heard there are some pretty shitty ones out there, but I kinda doubt anything can be worse than Ergastulum.

[hint? what hint? there was a hint? clearly Nic just feels like only answering one question. a man of frustratingly few words and weird flappy hand signs. such a mystery]

tears and laughter, ah... what an accurate summation of the canon

[celebred]

[ okay, see, now you're getting better, doug... at the very least, you've managed to pack just one question in all that, making it easier for nic to conveniently ignore the rest of what you're saying.

but even still, nic doesn't seem too concerned with answering right away... his head lolls to the side for a second, one shoulder coming up in a fairly dismissive gesture. he waves a hand around vaguely. ]

iT'S In SpACe.

[ it was cold, now it's hot, and there's a crew and instructors and aliens and mass murder and shifty side plots and PLANETARY DESTRUCTION and ]

tHERe WaS a DRagON.

tears laughter and blood. I think that covers everything.

[dreadloud]

. . . Space? A DRAGON?

[no Nic you can't just say that and be done with it THAT RAISES EVEN MORE QUESTIONS!!!]

You've gotta be shitting me! You get to be up in space? With a SPACE DRAGON? That is so unfair! Did you ride it? Did you kill it? How'd you score a place like that, seriously-- What's the catch?

[well, the one-question thing was nice while it lasted, right?]

OH, and half-naked people

[celebred]

[ nic realizes his folly the instant doug's eyes take on that... clear, dazed look. he watches as the other man's features cloud over with something akin to sheer awe, and just as nic's gearing up to take it all back, he lied, ha ha ha, just kidding, nothing to see here —

there doug goes again, running his mouth.

nic sighs, but it's a quiet, subtle thing. just the slight decline of his shoulders.

the catch, he asks. what, indeed, is the catch... ]

iT's DiFFEreNT foR EvERyONe.

[ he could say more, of course. could mention the whole planetary destruction bit, the clear cut ruthlessness of the corporation, the fish-out-of-water feeling that never truly goes away, because once you've gotten used to one setting, you're blowing it up and moving on to the next. he could mention the precarious position each recruit is in to perform their best and keep in line, because the corporation is as much business as it is military, and if there's one thing they disapprove of, it's people who rock the boat.

but he doesn't. despite his looks, despite his... behavior, at times, doug is a smart man. clever, at least. he, like nic, are twilight. they're used to following crooked regimes and getting their hands dirty if the price is right. ]

yOU'D ProbABlY LIke it.

[ because at the end of the day: it's still no ergastulum. ]

YES most important! & occasionally happy feelings that end in tragedy

[dreadloud]

[honestly, the sigh and slight movement is hardly any different from Nic's default state of :|, so Doug doesn't really notice.

that answer, though, is enough to make him actually think about the possibility, instead of endlessly flapping his gums. maybe that can come later]

Huh. Gotta say, it'd probably be worth it.

[because yeah. not Ergastulum]

What's it called? Ya never said.

don't touch me i still can't talk about the last five or so chapers i just

[celebred]

[ nic doesn't really respond to doug's musings, just idly shifting his gaze away. it'd probably be worth it. you wouldn't be dead.

he glances back just in time to catch doug's latest question, though, and for a second nic almost says it (he's nearly used to it now, speaking aloud; too many people around him now who don't know sign language, who can't be bothered with it, and it wouldn't be a pain if he didn't have to actually interact with them) but then he realizes...

he's not entirely sure how to say it. they aren't words he's too familiar with, and so the possibility of mispronouncing something is... fairly high.

so he just draws the acronym in the air. because fuck you, doug, figure it out yourself.

C. D. C. ]

.........../touches. no but the singing. Nic watching. THE SINGING.

[dreadloud]

[there are worse things than death, and he at least did what he had to. he passed on his tags to Galahad, and he thinks they drove off the hunters, so. it fucking blows, but at least he'll remember him. the government can burn his records, but they can't change that.

not that he's really thinking about what could be worse than death. he's here now, and he's got shit he wants to do. going to this place might be one of those things]

. . . Hah? What's-- Oh, c'mon!

[he sighs, long and slow. like sussing out the letters someone's drawing in the friggin' air is the most troublesome thing in the world]

Was it-- C. P. C? D.C.? What kinda name is that?

nic *leaning against the speakers so he can FEEL the singing* don't even look at me

[celebred]

[ AIN'T EASY ALWAYS HAVING TO READ SHIT HUH.

i mean. a-hem.

nic holds up two fingers, indicating that his second guess is the correct one, but his only real answer to that is another one of his careless shrugs. ]

AsK THeM yOURsElF.

OMG I DIDN'T CATCH THAT.... OH HELL YOU'RE RIGHT no why tho /I ship it/

[dreadloud]

[look I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO READ SHIT I'm not a scholar don't ask these things of me]

C.D.C. Sounds like some kinda federal organization. Somethin' tells me if I asked, they wouldn't answer.

Not that I won't ask anyway. [so there!!!]

how can you not ship it... weeps blood...

[celebred]

[ nic shrugs, and it's clear just how much he actually cares about the cdc in general. ]

dIDn'T caRe, diDN'T AsK.

[ like everything else, it was just about the payment. ]

from handkerchief to opening pill bottle to stand by me. icant

[dreadloud]

[h a, Doug doesn't even know he'd get paid yet. you are the worst tour guide ever, Nicolas Brown]

Yeah, somehow that suits you. [he squints up at Nic. you and your line faces]

So who else is there? Anyone I know?

[spoken carelessly, like he actually doesn't give a shit. but in reality holy shit please let Gal-san be there]

lays down and curls up

[celebred]

[ h-hey you didn't ask! ]

...nO. jUSt me.

[ it's not much of a sell. but he also thinks the fewer people they know there, the better. there are definitely some people he can think of that wouldn't do well in the environment. ]

hAs bEeN FOr AlmoST tHREe MoNtHS nOW.