001. [Holo] Arrival | Comes a Horseman

[nopalehorse]

Methos is lounging contentedly, a beer in one hand, his feet propped up on Duncan MacLeod's coffee table, reveling in the stony look the other Immortal is giving him. That table was clean five minutes ago, that look says. You know I hate it when you prop your feet on things, that look says. Methos can't keep the smile off his face

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[ voice ]

[revivedqueen]

Another one caught in their web.

[ holo ]

[nopalehorse]

Methos whips his head around at the sound of a voice, eyes landing on the tablet. It looks like a cell phone to him, and he picks it up, scowling.

"Excuse me? Who is this?"

[ voice ]

[revivedqueen]

[ illyria continues to speak, as though she didn't hear anything. ]

It makes little sense. No sense at all.

[ holo ]

[nopalehorse]

Looking incredulously at the phone, Methos wonders if the girl talking to him can even hear him. But of course she can. If she couldn't, the beat of the conversation would be off, and it's not. That means she's ignoring him, and that's just annoying.

"Speaking of not making sense, would you mind explaining to me exactly what's going on here?" Because if not, he can just ignore you in turn and try to figure it out for himself, thank you.

[ voice ]

[revivedqueen]

You've been taken against your will. Placed in this too small a land. Like cattle to their slaughter.

[ holo ]

[nopalehorse]

...Well that's comforting. He swallows back a snarky reply involving the term 'Captain Obvious' in favor of fishing for better information.

"Taken by whom? For what purpose?" Really, Illyria. It's like pulling teeth.

[ voice ]

[revivedqueen]

Those who wield power in this place. I know not their identity, nor do I care.

[ it is the closest thing to useful information you can get out of her. be grateful for it. ]