On his mun's attempt to get more Arrow people to Carvaka (xposted to d_p)

[saidyouweredead]

While I didn't have a whole lot holding me to Starling City beyond Thea, I would have liked something better than the end of all the worlds.

Where sex is required to survive.

That was a surprise. The second came in the form of Jack Harkness, a younger version of myself or so I thought. Wonderful, wasn't it, that he and Ianto insisted I stay with them? All of them from one of the Doctors to dear Clara have been so accepting of me, except for that one old version of the Doctor. Ten is much more agreeable, not to mention useful. The same could be said of quite a few others. I was carrying my bow and dressed in my League outfit while defending the city, wasn't I? Well, I was as far as any of the people here know.

My point is that even if one of the others arrived, what could they do? Who would believe them? And what would it really matter in a place like this? So, bring them on. Let's see what happens.

Comments

[hoodandarrow]

Someone actually lets you live with them...and they haven't killed you yet? Interesting place it sounds like.

[saidyouweredead]

Most of the people here aren't all that skilled with weapons, Oliver. If killing were to be done, it would likely be done by me. In a place where sex powers belief and life, killing isn't exactly something any of us are rushing into.

By the way, your story about being the vigilante defending Starling City tested out as the one people liked the best without me needing to wear green. I suppose I should thank you.

[faceofbeau]

[This look, Malcolm. This look.]

[hoodandarrow]

[Oliver snorts amused.]

Identity stealing that seems like a new low or a new high for you. Guess this game doesn't need me then does it?

[coffeeking]

Told you.

[faceofbeau]

[Glancing at Ianto now, commenting off-handedly,]

He does realize we could kick his ass, right?

[saidyouweredead]

[Malcolm only gives a small smile that doesn't warm his eyes any.]

I never said I was Oliver Queen. I said I was Al Sa-Her which is true.

[From a certain point of view.]

That depends, Oliver. I could, yes. Or you could stand against me. Which you choose to be is up to you.

[saidyouweredead]

[Whaaaat? He's been on best behavior.]

Everything I've done has been for a reason. I don't have a reason to do anything like that here.

[coffeeking]

Doesn't matter. There's no point in fighting him and nothing to fight over in any case.

What's important is that I called it; he is absolutely not some vigilante hero. You owe me a massage.

[faceofbeau]

[Oh that? That's not what he's giving him that look for. Jack snorts a little, amused.]

I wouldn't underestimate some of the people around here, Al Sa-Her.

[spacegirl]

Are we familiar enough to warrant a dear Clara?

[She's just not even going to touch the rest of this because she can't even.]

[faceofbeau]

You did, didn't you? Although he does look hot in the costume. [Jack's gotta get himself one of those outfits. Really. If Malcolm's leathers happen to disappear one day, don't look at Jack...]

Alright, a massage it is, to be collected at your leisure.

[saidyouweredead]

You are the first woman I've gotten to carry in a long time.

[He gives her his best smile.]

I had hoped we might be.

[hoodandarrow]

[Oliver smiles slightly.]

It would be fun to see you out of your element a little bit. And I have been bored....the Heir to the Demon shouldn't be bored.

[saidyouweredead]

[A similar noise comes from Malcolm as he leans back. A small laugh follows.]

Why would I, Jack?

I can't believe you and Ianto bet on this. You should have held out for a larger prize.

[coffeeking]

No argument from this corner. [Or rather, do look at Jack. Rawr.]

Lovely. I'm going to wait until we've had a particularly eventful day.

[faceofbeau]

You should be telling Ianto, not me; wouldn't have done me much good, considering I lost. I suppose I have you to blame for that.

[Yes. It's Malcolm's fault he has to give Ianto a massage. Such a hardship. Smirk.]

You should pay me back.

[spacegirl]

You hardly know anything about me, Malcolm.

[She's smiling, at least, so that's a sign she's not actually mad.]

If you did, you'd know that mentioning the Doctor's going to have me questioning you on ways you think one in particular can be useful to you.

(While I'm up to the latest ep, Malcolm is post 'The Offer')

[saidyouweredead]

[All pretenses of laughter slip away at that, leaving only a studious calm behind.]

I'm never out of my element. I adapt if nothing else.

So you took Ra's up on his offer.

[A statement more than a question even if this is new information for him.]

[faceofbeau]

[Well yes, Ianto should look at Jack. Just not Malcolm. At least, not until Jack's done with it and gives it back. Eventually.]

I look forward to it.

[saidyouweredead]

You two are not abusing my League uniform. I do need to wear that.

[saidyouweredead]

I'm sure you'll suffer terribly in doing that, Jack. Woe is you.

[An arched brow meets that suggestion, and Malcolm is willing to play along.]

Wouldn't that make you a double winner in this if I did?

[coffeeking]

Don't worry, I'll just believe up a copy.

[saidyouweredead]

I was always told that ladies were meant to be mysteries and only a fool tried to figure them out.

[He likes that smile or that's what he's trying to project. While he's had little time to do it, he does enjoy teasing her some.]

I find the Doctor with the long ties and pinstripe suit ... interesting. He mentions things and places I'll never go.

Better?

[faceofbeau]

Did we say we were going to?

[The most innocent look here. Really.]

[saidyouweredead]

He gets the copy, Ianto. I earned the original.

[faceofbeau]

Oh, I'd say it'd even out. Lose against Ianto, win against you. Sounds alright to me.

[saidyouweredead]

You've been plotting since I arrived.

[Uh-huh. He knows what he looks like when he's coveting something, thank you very much, Captain Harkness.]

[coffeeking]

What if I tell him he's getting the original, but actually give him the copy?

Thanks for the heads up!

[hoodandarrow]

[Another smile from Oliver this one sad a little lonely.]

He left me little choice as he promised and so yes I gave him what he wanted.

[saidyouweredead]

How exactly does me paying you back somehow end up with you winning? 'Winning' usually means you beat me at something. You didn't.

[faceofbeau]

I can hear you both, you know.

[faceofbeau]

We would never abuse your uniform.

[The amusing downside of sharing a face with someone. Not that he's too concerned with it, he's enjoying teasing Malcolm.]

[faceofbeau]

Not 'winning,' then, just getting paid back.

[He's not going to quibble over words, where would the fun in that be.]

[saidyouweredead]

[Malcolm's expression doesn't change, calm and watchful. Picking at what signs he can on if Oliver is even still Oliver.]

Ra's went after Thea, didn't he?

Just this face

[coffeeking]

[saidyouweredead]

Just make sure that you keep them separate, Ianto. While it may just be a costume to everyone else, it does mean something to me. Like Jack's greatcoat.

Two can play that game

[faceofbeau]

[saidyouweredead]

It is the uniform of the League of Assassins, Jack. It's not a safe thing to be wearing should one of the initiated be around.

[He knows he's being teased, and he's willing to play back. His fear is more someone mistaking Jack for him wearing that and kill him.]

[coffeeking]

I understand.

[He really does.]

I'd offer you a copy of Jack's greatcoat in return, but I'm sure you'd just use it to troll the Doctors.

[saidyouweredead]

I don't know about that, Jack. I wasn't the one who made the bet with Ianto. I've only known him a short time, and I wouldn't bet anything with him that I couldn't stand to lose.

[That knowing little grin comes back.]

You lost all on your own, Jack. Not sure that makes me in your debt.

[coffeeking]

[saidyouweredead]

Jack's greatcoat is part of him, Ianto. You see it, and you think of him. Even I know that with the month I've been around him.

I wouldn't want one. That's... him.

If that makes sense.

[coffeeking]

I know. I know every inch of that coat. I patched the original a dozen times over and found the replacement when the original was destroyed.

But it's also just a coat, and your outfit is just an outfit, despite all their respective connotations. It's alright, on occasion, to take them a little less than seriously for the sake of keeping up morale.

It's the end of the bloody world, after all.

[saidyouweredead]

At the end of the world is the time when we should hold to the things that make us 'us'. Everything else is gone. My daughter. My life. Everything.

I can't give up something that defined me when it's all I've got.

[coffeeking]

I wouldn't ask you to. And if it really bothers you, I won't copy your outfit. I can think up something different in leather for Jack.

[saidyouweredead]

I worry more about someone mistaking him for me in those and killing him. I trust you enough not to destroy the original. It's more concern for him.

[hoodandarrow]

[Another nod this one a little tighter.]

Yes...he killed her. Broke right into the apartment like he owned it.

[saidyouweredead]

[Malcolm doesn't want to talk about this, doesn't want to know except that he needs to. Should Ra's ever come to this place or Oliver himself, information can be a powerful thing.]

The Pit. That's how he reeled you in.

[There's no surprise in Malcolm's voice, only a flat monotone. He had been expecting something like that. Maybe something worse.]

So you'll soon be in charge of the League...