How I Wonder What You Are.
who ; Thane Krios, Noble-Six, and Isaac Clarke
what ; Isaac has been rather vague about these schematics the Marker uploaded into their brains. Thane has determined that Isaac needs to spill the beans, and has asked Six to help with interrogating the engineer. Good cop/bad cop time?
where ; Residential Zone 02, empty apartment.
when ; Friday evening, after Altman drags his castmates for the jog.
warning(s) ; Potential violence, Marker hallucinations.
Calmly, he prepares himself. There shouldn't be any problems, but it never hurt to over think their options. Guns are prepared -- not that he planned on shooting anyone tonight, but you never knew and it didn't hurt to be threatening -- and the apartment's been prepped.
Now, it was just a matter of getting Isaac, and getting him to talk.
As Thane exits from the teleporter, she's waiting for him. Irikah. Her and a headache, pounding through his skull, and the flashes of images he doesn't understand, symbols that mean nothing, and a song unknown.
"Do you want to get rid of me that badly?"
The assassin closes his eyes. "Don't talk to me as if you are her. I know better."
Despite what he knows, remembering how dead she is, the way she touches his shoulder feels so real. He can smell her. Irikah's lips brushing against his.
It takes every bit of his will to not cry a little.
"I just want to be with you again, Thane. Don't you want that?"
He hears his gun rising from his hip. She's taking it.
Thane's eyes open sharply. "Siha--"
Irikah is gone, and the gun is in his hand. The drell shudders and places it back onto his hip before moving out.
Isaac Clarke's apartment isn't too far away. Somewhere, Six is at the perimeter.
He raises his hand to his omni-tool. "Six, what is your status?"
what ; Isaac has been rather vague about these schematics the Marker uploaded into their brains. Thane has determined that Isaac needs to spill the beans, and has asked Six to help with interrogating the engineer. Good cop/bad cop time?
where ; Residential Zone 02, empty apartment.
when ; Friday evening, after Altman drags his castmates for the jog.
warning(s) ; Potential violence, Marker hallucinations.
Calmly, he prepares himself. There shouldn't be any problems, but it never hurt to over think their options. Guns are prepared -- not that he planned on shooting anyone tonight, but you never knew and it didn't hurt to be threatening -- and the apartment's been prepped.
Now, it was just a matter of getting Isaac, and getting him to talk.
As Thane exits from the teleporter, she's waiting for him. Irikah. Her and a headache, pounding through his skull, and the flashes of images he doesn't understand, symbols that mean nothing, and a song unknown.
"Do you want to get rid of me that badly?"
The assassin closes his eyes. "Don't talk to me as if you are her. I know better."
Despite what he knows, remembering how dead she is, the way she touches his shoulder feels so real. He can smell her. Irikah's lips brushing against his.
It takes every bit of his will to not cry a little.
"I just want to be with you again, Thane. Don't you want that?"
He hears his gun rising from his hip. She's taking it.
Thane's eyes open sharply. "Siha--"
Irikah is gone, and the gun is in his hand. The drell shudders and places it back onto his hip before moving out.
Isaac Clarke's apartment isn't too far away. Somewhere, Six is at the perimeter.
He raises his hand to his omni-tool. "Six, what is your status?"