empathicfault | IC Inbox

Smug little asshole.

[Shaw murmurs, closing her eyes as the memory starts to leak its way back into her.]

Yeah, that was a couple years ago. We went on a quest to save this guy who ended up joining her nerd squad and being pretty useful to us later on, so. Things turned out okay.

[ Will smiles slightly as Shaw clearly starts to remember. Okay, they're really getting the hang of how this works. ]

Had a feeling. And yeah- she clearly didn't care about you holding a knife up to her throat. Was that the first time you met?

[This form is unlike anything Avalon has ever used before. They let their antlers scrape the ceiling as they stalk down the Level 6 hallway. As they pass Will’s door, they make note of where his cabin is, but do nothing else for now. Their other ideas can wait.]

Second. Or, third, depending on how loosely we wanna define "met".

[Does Shaw shooting her in the shoulder and then holding her at gunpoint after she'd kidnapped and traumatized Finch count? A question for the ages.]

It was the first time we worked on the same side, though. And--

[Huh. She's never really thought about this in context before, but now that she is--]

I'm pretty sure it was when she decided that I was someone worth knowing.

[She remembers the look on Root's face when she'd gone back to make sure she got out of her end of their caper okay (a wise decision, considering she'd found Root facing down the enemy with a bulletless gun). In retrospect, the big, genuine smile Root had given her had been telling.]

[ In his cabin, Will stops reading for a moment and goes entirely still. He listens to sounds that are all too familiar. He feels a pang of concern, but it fades as the sound does.

Letting a sigh escape him, he returns to his reading. ]

[ Will can tell the feelings are sort of fading- which is nice, because it allows room for him to look back at it with almost an outsider's fondness, as a fun story. ]

Yeah? Figured it out pretty quick, then.

Did she join the rest of your team, later on, or did she mostly stick with her...uh, 'nerd squad'?

[Shaw, on the other hand, is perturbed by the process of the memory returning. She wants it back, of course, but feeling it fill out the empty space it had left behind is weird, almost as if she's experiencing it again for the first time. It's disorienting how the annoyance and frustration of that day in the car feels every bit as current and fresh as the dull thudding she's starting to recognize as her version of grief, and the warm oozing sensation she's starting to recognize as her version of love.]

No...

[She says slowly, trying to use the question as a way to reorder her thoughts.]

No, she was dangerous. To us, I mean. And Finch thought she might be dangerous to the Machine.

[The fact that she hasn't explained the Machine to Will doesn't ping her radar; she's half-talking to herself here, anyway.]

He locked her up in a room at the library. She wanted to help, but he didn't trust her yet.

[ Will gives her time, because- yeah. It's been rough getting the memories back on his end anyway, and it's probably worse for her. He'll let her talk it out. ]

That's understandable. But from what I'm remembering, Root was anthropomorphizing the Machine. She clearly felt strongly for it.

I mean, that doesn't mean she wasn't dangerous to it. But it helps. How long was she locked up?

Yeah. Finch was wrong.

[Shaw leans back against the wall, slouching, letting Winston flop onto her more fully.]

We kept her in the library for a few months. She wanted to help us out because that's what the Machine wanted her to do, but, uh-- trust has to be earned, you know? Eventually we cut her loose. She mostly did her own thing for a while, showing back up if she needed us for something or if we needed her. She was always jetting around the world, doing crazy stuff.

[Her voice grows quieter. Fonder.]

She didn't get hired on the way the rest of us did; there was no one conversation or decision or turning point. It just... happened gradually. But it did happen. She became one of us.

[ Will smiles slightly, hearing all that. He doesn't need his condition to tell how important Root is to Shaw. How unique she was. ]

Your team is so important to you.

[ An obvious statement, but it sheds new light on her telling Will that she'd hire him. He will have to add weight to his consideration. ]

Glad she was a part of it, too. Even if it was in an unconventional way.

Yeah.

[She doesn't try to deny it - she has no desire to. Emotion-based words are something she struggles with, leaving her never quite sure when and where she should apply them; if he'd said you love your team, she'd have hesitated, no matter how true it is in her own way. But whether or not something - or someone - is important to her is an easy judgement for her to make, and there's no question of how high her team ranks.]

Teams in general are important to me, but... I've never had anything quite like them.

[A pause.]

And neither had she.

[It's no surprise that she'd been willing to die for Finch.]

[ All right. Now that she's talking them up so much, he kind of has to ask. He looks almost confused. ]

...and you were saying you'd hire me on?

Well, Finch is the boss, not me. But he'd like you a lot.

[She glances over at Will, wondering if he'll be skeptical of this judgement.]

Taking in people from shitty circumstances and giving them a new purpose is... kind of what he does, and I guarantee you're not the worst case he's seen. So, yeah, we'd want you. Whether you would want us when we're dealing with a stupid war between robot overlords might be another story.

[ There is skepticism, but not directed at her. Instead, he looks down at his hands, frowning thoughtfully.

That breaks up into some quiet laughter as she starts talking about 'robot overlords,' though. ]

Is that The Machine, and whatever you're fighting? It helped you stop the violent crimes before they happen...maybe someone else didn't care for that?

Someone wanted to take the same idea and go further with it. Control society way beyond what we do. And Finch already has enough personal crises about what we do to begin with, so, obviously he's not on board with that.

Ah...and there's the thought crimes. And/or Illuminati situation.

[ Will nods, feeling like he understands. ]

Well, that's definitely something to consider. Maybe I can meet Finch after I graduate- if we haven't been jumbled around too many times by then. Do you think me coming from a completely different universe would confuse the robot overlords?

[ He smiles, a little spark of interest in his eye. He could really use a good fight. ]

[That is... a very good question. Would Samaritan and the Machine even know? The Machine would surely at least know that something was up if one of its new agents appeared out of thin air.]

Uh-- it'd be a big advantage when it came to hiding you from the enemy. The rest of us had to get fake identities. We'd probably have to prove the existence of the... multiverse or whatever to the rest of the team, though.

[ Will's smile widens. ]

Yeah. That's going to be interesting, wherever I end up. Although most places I probably wouldn't try to explain. Can't imagine that'd fly with what your team's up to, though.

Well. Something to consider while we're here. I'm sure we could figure something out.

[They knock on Will’s door.]

Will.

Edited 2023-05-02 14:27 (UTC)

[ Will looks up at the knock, away from the lure he'd been working on as a way to settle his mind. His heart leaps in his chest, but- well, this happens sometimes. And it hasn't been that long since he saw Ilde's post. His strong association of her with Abigail is not a mystery.

Why she'd be here, though, is. He swallows as he stands. ]

Yeah, I'm here. Hang on-

[ He holds his breath as he opens the door. ]

I thought I’d come visit, [Avalon says quietly.] May I come in?

[ Will blinks, and then blinks again. He's not able to banish the image of Abigail from his mind. He doesn't see Ilde under it. He's- he doesn't have control. He's hallucinating. His face pales as he takes in a deep breath, lets it out. ]

...Abigail. Of course.

[ He doesn't know if he's even moving as he backs up and Winston comes over to sniff at her, his tail wagging. Will could just be lying on the bed right now and he wouldn't know. ]

Are you really here? You can't be. I've been- I've been missing you.

[They were not expecting the dog. Quietly, they bend down and stroke Winston’s head. They let their bracelet be absorbed into their body when they took this form, and his fur feels strange on their bare wrist.]

I’m here.

[They wonder if they should embrace him, but decide against it. Their hand wanders down Winston’s back.]

All right. Just checking.

[ Winston seems okay with this new person, even if it doesn't smell like Abigail- it's been a long time since then. He wags his tail and licks at her hand, just a bit.

Will looks deeply conflicted as he watches them interact- he probably wouldn't imagine that, right? It's very specific. But...okay, they're in his cabin, no one sees it, and he can just let this play out. And if she's really here, then no harm. No foul.

After all, he doesn't want to scare her, like he did when he was sick. (Is he sick again?) ]

Did you hear I finally made it to the Barge? Inmate, of course. At least I don't have to wear a uniform this time.

[ God, he's terrible at starting a proper conversation. He just wants to know one thing, anyway: ]

Are you okay? Where you're living now? I...heard you graduated.

[The forms of the Wendigo and the stag in Will’s memories float in Avalon’s mind. They could gore him right now and he would never see it coming. They want to. The more they interact with him, the more they associate him with the friend.]

I…yes, I’m okay. And I did graduate. I’m living with my girlfriend.

IC Inbox

action;

action;

Action

action;

Re: Action

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

action;

Action

Re: Action

Re: Action

Re: Action

Re: Action

Re: Action

Re: Action