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Abel (Ethan Lamaire) ([personal profile] inthebiblicalsense) wrote2024-09-23 01:30 am
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[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.
anewlanguage: (listen)

[personal profile] anewlanguage 2024-10-16 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He points with the wooden spoon.]]

He admits it! He sabotaged our ship and now no one on the upper decks can fucking breathe! He thinks because he didn't want to get caught I should cut him some slack? No. You people need to keep to yourselves until we're ready to dump you. Next person to hurt my ship or my people is getting a knife in the spine.
greatoldjohn: (a gentleman: side eye)

[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-10-16 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, he's gonna look at you a little funny, Cain. Cause, uh- ]

He admitted to the guns. The gun thing was done over a period of several days. Why would the breathing problems only start after it was discovered. And when you probably already fixed it? ...and how do the guns have to do with breathing?

[ A breath out. ]

He sabotaged guns because we're going to be meeting with our ship. And half of you call yourselves pirates. That makes sense. It's for the same reason you're threatening him right now.

Making it so people can't breathe on a ship he's currently on when he needs to breath doesn't make a lot of sense. You can see that, right?
Edited 2024-10-16 02:41 (UTC)
anewlanguage: (blood splatter)

[personal profile] anewlanguage 2024-10-16 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"The point is this is a ship run by an immortal alien, who the fuck knows if he'd tie the weapons to life support. The point," he snarls in John's direction, "Is you're guests. We rescued you. He repaid us by sabotaging a ship he doesn't know the first thing about. Touch the goddamn ship again and I don't care how many friends you bring in, I will fucking end you."
greatoldjohn: (a gentleman: direct look)

[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-10-16 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
He's not intimidated by the language or the vehemence. Instead, he keeps his own tone flat.

"Many of us were content to stay on the island and wait," he says quietly, "and we were taken against our will. I've heard a lot of people talk about the freedom here, but the fact that we weren't given a choice might be why we're a little touchy. Can you accept that?" Beat. "Were you aware of that?"
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anewlanguage: (the mark of cain)

[personal profile] anewlanguage 2024-10-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
He looks at John. "I get not all of you want to be here. You're going home soon enough, and being tense doesn't excuse breaking our shit."

And then, to Abel:

"We scavenge everything. The ship's alive; she takes on what fits. She's as alien as the Cap'n, and neither of them give two wet shits if we die because they can just bring us back. Life support doesn't work for them like it does for us. And you know what? Clint was right to shoot you over the guns, too. I would've done worse."
greatoldjohn: (a gentleman: direct look)

[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-10-16 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
John's going to look at Cain, his expression a little firmer.

"Like how your crew took pieces of the ship that we were on? Broke it apart to scavenge? But we were supposed to be okay with that?" is the answer back. Yeah, your logic's a little fucky, Cain. Guess who started on the breaking shit? Deep sigh. "I don't want to argue about that. The back and forth doesn't solve anything. What I'm going to say is you're talking out your ass about the guns and the breathing: you don't know they're related and the timing doesn't make sense. You're just angry and want someone to blame." A small snort. "Clint shot him: message received. Can we just leave it at that?"

Please don't make him angry again, maybe?
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anewlanguage: (Default)

[personal profile] anewlanguage 2024-10-16 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
He watches John, just listening. Cain is no longer incandescent but more simmering.

"I have every right to be angry about him damaging my ship. So I'm glad you won't go after Barton, but I'm going to need to know you understand why you're not going to touch the ship again."
greatoldjohn: (a gentleman: direct look)

[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-10-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Can you make the same guarantee?" he asks pointedly, keeping his tone level. "If you can guarantee that your captain and your crew won't do anything to the Barge, our home, then we've got no reason to fuck with anything. So. Can you promise that you and yours won't touch our ship when we make contact to crossover?"
anewlanguage: (laughter's good for the soul)

[personal profile] anewlanguage 2024-10-17 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"We don't want you here, you get that? You're using up our resources. We want you back on your own damn ship. So leave ours alone, go back to yours quietly, and there won't be a problem." He takes Abel's hand, grinning dark at him. "Deal?"
greatoldjohn: (a gentleman: glancing away)

[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-10-17 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nothing in what you say assures us that you won't do something to our home. Just that you want us to be quiet while we're in yours."

There's no emotion to the words. But he is watching Cain since he has a hand on Abel. And if he decides on a parting shot, John is absolutely primed to block. He doesn't trust you, Cain. Not even a little bit. Especially because of that dark grin.
Edited 2024-10-17 21:19 (UTC)
anewlanguage: (Default)

[personal profile] anewlanguage 2024-10-17 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well now that depends on your bodyguard doesn't it?" Cain looks at John. "I can promise everyone in my circle just wants you gone. We're not here to fight."
greatoldjohn: (Default)

[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-10-18 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
John just shakes his head.

"I don't want to hurt anyone." And he looks up to Cain. "If we're done, we're done."

He tilts his head a little.

"As long as we're done."
anewlanguage: (Default)

[personal profile] anewlanguage 2024-10-18 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
He holds his hands up, empty. "We're done."
greatoldjohn: (Default)

[personal profile] greatoldjohn 2024-10-18 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't trust anything the man says. But he nods.

"Abel, how about you head out. I'll head out after you."