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Jul 26, 2010 00:32

Good t'be home ( Read more... )

what is this i don't even, eway: ivanov, +eway, whoever invented winter blast: die, eway: rei, much better now, 145 is a fucking s rating, +audio, eway: delta, goddamnthismansion, post-event, just like home, eway: bhamba, eway: jack

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[VIDEO // HACKED] angel_junk July 26 2010, 07:14:42 UTC

[ OH HAY, guess who's here to show off his technical expert status! Doctor Bhamba was bored and hacked the rest of your feed. BECAUSE HE CAN. He has no idea what you're talking about though, so he shrugs it off... for now. ]

Well, well, well. Looks like somebody finally decided to make himself available.

[audio//hacked] worldentire July 26 2010, 17:39:41 UTC

[Oh, he knows you hacked it, And he is not. pleased. His voice is cool.]

...Didn't know you were lookin' for me. Did you need somethin'?

[VIDEO] angel_junk July 26 2010, 17:48:43 UTC

You didn't know? What happened to your drug addiction and my woman? Your idiot son said you were fine, but how am I supposed to know that if you can't be bothered to give me a call?

[audio] worldentire July 26 2010, 17:54:56 UTC

...Son? Oh. Jack.

I'm currently workin' on my end of the deal as we speak. I was unfortunately pulled t'the mirror side; I've only just got back.

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alwaysaboom July 26 2010, 08:20:43 UTC

Yes, I am Susan Ivanova. I don't think I've met you.

worldentire July 26 2010, 17:47:47 UTC

Likewise. Nice t'finally make your acquaintance. I've heard your voice on the network quite a few times.

[Private; Difficult to hack]
I know we've only just met and all, but I have a bit of a personal question t'ask you.

alwaysaboom July 26 2010, 22:04:29 UTC

Likewise.

[Private]

And that is?

[audio//private] worldentire July 27 2010, 04:29:36 UTC

See, I've got a man who was askin' around - real timid-like - for someone t'talk to of the female persuasion - and, now, I know this isn't necessarily right'a me t'be bargin' in like this on his personal life, or yours, for that matter, but I think he deserves a break from his constant workin' for a nice night out. You wouldn't have t'do anythin', really; just visit him, tell him I sent you, that's it.

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[audio] second_first July 26 2010, 12:39:02 UTC

It has smelled a lot like blood this week.

[audio] worldentire July 26 2010, 17:46:52 UTC

[grimly] Just like home.

Not sure I've heard your voice before.

[audio] second_first July 26 2010, 22:55:26 UTC

Yes.

No. We have not spoken.

[audio] worldentire July 27 2010, 04:30:39 UTC

Well, nice t'meet you. The name's Sinclair.

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[not such an longtime ago] kindly_done July 26 2010, 18:33:25 UTC

[With the remembered screams of Rapture still ringing in his ears and one arm nearly useless, Jack had decided that his safest bet was to stay put in Sinclair's room with a few prox mines and a grenade or two. Food and EVE came from the closet, there was a bathroom; no reason to leave.

But by the time the mirror spits Sinclair back out, Jack is caught in such a tumble of memories that he's no longer sure where he is, or who the figure standing across from his corner might be. He makes no sound--just one quick step forward and a flick of his left hand, and he sends the chill wind of Winter's Blast out to meet his potential enemy.]

[in a place not so far from here] worldentire July 26 2010, 18:37:51 UTC

[He shifts through the mirror and it's like he can breathe again. Of course, he's still got his grenade launcher strapped to his back and his specialized machine gun in his hands, which doesn't make him any less suspicious-looking to men who are still jumpy from all those new memories.

Sinclair has about enough time to look over at the blast and fall back before it hits him, freezing him on the spot. For a second nothing inside the ice moves - and then his eyes do, flicking over to Jack.]

kindly_done July 27 2010, 03:01:41 UTC

[Jack bends at the knees, methodically collecting his wrench from the floor beside him--he has a few more moments, now that the potential threat is frozen solid.

He approaches with it held back, ready to strike but not on the backswing yet. The flicker of recognition in his eyes is dim and faraway, but it saves Sinclair from having a chunk of himself broken off.

It confuses Jack. He steps back, his hand dropping to his side, the wrench dangling loosely in his grip, and he waits for Sinclair to thaw. Not long now.]

worldentire July 27 2010, 04:35:25 UTC

[After a moment it melts. He stumbles forward, shaking off the water and discarding the cigarette that is now useless in his holder.]

..Calm down, Jack, it's just me. [Grumbling, he takes out another cigarette.] That was one hell of a welcome home.

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[text] thinkin_man July 26 2010, 21:28:56 UTC

No, why?

[audio//private] worldentire July 27 2010, 04:27:29 UTC

...Damn.

Never mind, sport. Just curious about somethin', that's all.

[text//private] thinkin_man July 27 2010, 17:00:26 UTC

I'll be willing to use it if you can manage to make a Hypnotize plasmid.

[audio//private] worldentire July 27 2010, 17:04:43 UTC

..I can pull it out've the closet.

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