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driftfleet2017-10-14 07:46 pm
cajunspice) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-14 07:46 pm
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Back from the Dead
Who: Remy, Kurt, and open.
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.
[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]
‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.
Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]
Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.
[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.
Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.
[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.
Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.
I have a few theories.
[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.
At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?
[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]
Broadcast: Yes.
Action: On the Twin Roses.
When: Backdated to 9th October.
[Several weeks after the loss of the planet, both Remy and Kurt seem fit enough to finally head back to the Twin Roses. Or at least fit enough to roll themselves out of the beds they had been left in to wake up and recover from their not-so-near death experience.]
‘nd I thought the day after Mardi Gras was bad. Merde, remind me never to be down on an explodin’ planet again, feel like ‘ve been stuck in a tumble drier filled of swamp water ‘nd set spinnin’ for two weeks on end.
Lebeau, if you don’t stop complaining I’m going to put you back on that planet. Gott, I haven’t felt this horrible since I was a child. [Kurt paused, raising a hand to shove his shoulder-length hair out of his eyes] Und my hair is in my fucking face. [He’s going to pretend that didn’t sound at all like a pathetic whine.]
Thought that kinda comes with the whole fur thing, ya know, hair in the face. [Look at him, he’s just so funny, isn’t it? Though they had to come back to reality eventually, as much fun as it was to avoid it and just muck around.] How angry ya think Kitty will be at us? Though, in my defense, I had been usin’ ya as the messenger, so ya the one who failed to tell her, not me.
[Hilarious, and Kurt is about to tell him in no minced words just how well his humor is going over when the other man mentions Kitty. What spirit Kurt has deflates, his tail drooping far enough to drag on the ground.] I doubt you’ll have any worries about her wrath once she sees me.
Ahh, [Remy reached out to pat a hand against Kurt’s shoulder, maybe a bad thing at the sudden movement didn’t help anything, making him winch before he dropped his hand again.] We’ll face her together, after all, we stuck in this together, hein? Seems only right with ya bein’ an idiot ‘nd coming back for me.
[A faint smile twitches at the corners of his mouth, even as he very carefully shakes his head.] Don't make promises, Lebeau. You might want to kill me too when this is over.
Though, [Remy started as he moved to pull out his comm, activating it so he could say the next part into it as well as saying it to Kurt. Kurt forced himself to straighten, crossing his arms over a chest that's broader than its been in years.] Guess while we at it it be good to let everyone know we’re, ya know, back alive? Which be a good thing, don’t recommend the dyin’ but glad to be brought back. I just may be spendin’ the next week or two in bed still. Donno what they do to ya while ya out, but merde if it ain’t a number on ya.
I have a few theories.
[To Kurt.] Guessin’ we ain’t really goin’ to get ‘ny sympathy over it though, considerin’ what we did.
At this point I'd settle for the mercy of a swift death. [Kurt glances toward the comm, giving a good shot of his face; lean, but noticeably younger by the better part of a decade. His hair is longer too, falling around his shoulders.] Any takers?
[Feel free to tag either of the boys, or both.]
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[The comment about sadism has him cracking a grin, a chuckle escaping his lips.]
Must be a common trait of doctors; so am I. [He's also a field medic with sporadic training in other areas of healthcare (mostly pediatrics), but it was close enough for what they needed back home.
The grin freezes when Jim asks for clarification, turning almost rictus as the humor fades from his expression entirely.] It would be kinder if she were dead, but that never stuck with her. [He sighs, the eerie smile fading as his head drooped.] I'm not certain how much you know about the wars in my world, but the short of it is that we fought a.. parasite of kinds, obsessed with forced evolution and eugenics. In an attempt to save our universe, Jean allowed herself to become the newest host.
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[ There is a quiet intensity to the way Kirk listens to Kurt. His brow crinkles at the center ever so slightly as Kurt relays his tale, lips thinning slightly. The sad part, he thought, was that he didn't really have to think to heard to imagine the sort of aliens Kurt was talking about. He didn't have to think to far back in human history either. ]
An attempt, you say. Did it not go as planned?
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He chuckles, dry and without humor.] Before the race that created the parasite decided to dabble in evolution, they first attempted to overcome death by creating their own version. They couldn't control them, and sealed them away. Millennia later their prison was breached, and the creatures began to trickle into our world. At first we thought there were only a few, and that Jean could control the parasite long enough to destroy them before I took her down.
It wasn't a few. It was millions. All we could do was seal them into our universe, keep them from devouring the entire multiverse.