(no subject)

[greatfromsmall]

Yeah, no. This isn't going to work. You're already second guessing yourself way too much.

Comments

All of them--Or just one of those tiny country cities that no one will miss

[greatfromsmall]

I'm sure I can find a way to shake her. There are very few people who can keep up with me.

Okay! Seems reasonable. We can just blame it on someone else later.

[ruinstheplans]

Security guards included?

Sounds good to me!

[greatfromsmall]

...They're one of the few exceptions.

[ruinstheplans]

[He nods his head, takes a step back with a sideways glance.]

Yeah, I can definitely agree with you on that...

[greatfromsmall]

[ Eyes falling onto that necklace, because uh... huh. ]

Where'd you get that?

[ruinstheplans]

[Oh. Whoops - should've probably hidden it better, if he knew he was gonna be talking to... himself.]

Why, it look familiar to you? [He lifts a hand, holds onto the ring for a second.] It sorta 'belongs' in my family.

[greatfromsmall]

Yeah. [ Reaching up for it. ] Really familiar actually. What did you say your name was?

[ruinstheplans]

[Even if Nate doesn't trust his younger self? He moves to take off the ring and with reluctance, he holds it out to the other. - Then he pulls his hand and the ring back and out of reach, after a beat.]

I didn't, but I'd give it to you if you told me yours.

[greatfromsmall]

[ Eyes widen as the familiar shape and the phrasing carved into it. ]

Drake and if you know anything about that ring, you'll know that it actually belongs to me.

[ruinstheplans]

[Well. That's a start - guess the honesty can't really be helped, when it comes to Francis Drake.]

Nate. Nathan if you wanted something more.. formal. [No breaking universes, please. And offering the ring to him, finally.] So you're saying you're the descendant of el Draque himself, huh?

[greatfromsmall]

[ It really can't. It one of those few things that he just sort of clings to. ]

That's right. [ Snatching it up and looking it over. ] How'd you get your hands on this?

[ruinstheplans]

[Keeping an eye on him. Just crossing his arms a little and shifting his hip, maybe.]

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

[greatfromsmall]

Try me.

[ He's really curious to know okay. He was pretty sure he was gonna snatch this thing up himself in a few days. ]

[ruinstheplans]

I've had this thing for nearly twenty years. [He raises a brow, smiles. How can he be vague about this without really lying...]

- Back then, there was a display with this thing. I convinced them to let me.. 'have it'.

[greatfromsmall]

But I just... [ Okay, not things weren't adding up. What is going on mun? ]

That doesn't make any sense.

[ruinstheplans]

Which part? [He tilts his head. Mun's not telling him much, sob.]

[greatfromsmall]

What's your full name? [ Crossing his arms because he's asking the questions here, bucko. ]

[ruinstheplans]

[Don't call him bucko! It doesn't catch on, jsyk. He shifts a little - THANKS MUN, LOOK WHAT YOU'RE MAKING HIM DO.]

If I tell you, promise not to call me a liar?

[greatfromsmall]

[ Eyeing the older man suspiciously. ]

Depends, are you gonna be lying?

[ruinstheplans]

I'm about as honest as you, really.

[And that's actually the truth.]

[greatfromsmall]

[ So suspicious, but okay. Fine. He'll run with it. ]

Alright then. I won't call you a liar.

I have no cool icons for this tag sob

[ruinstheplans]

[He nods, holds his hands up to show that he's playing fair.]

Nathan Drake. My friends call me Nate.

it's all good. no pressure my friend

[greatfromsmall]

[ Just. Staring.

Wait, no, he can test this. ]

So you're... Prove it.

thanks ;;

[ruinstheplans]

[He tilts his head.]

And how do you want me to do that? I don't exactly have documents on hand... [He doesn't have any. Anything 'official', anyway.]

[greatfromsmall]

No, I mean... [ Frowning for a second. ] Tell a story or something that only you know.