Duo Maxwell :: [死神] The God of Death (
hellraiser02) wrote2014-05-19 02:21 pm
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IC CONTACT

Hey, you've reached your good pal Shinigami! I'm a little busy right now and can't answer my comm, so leave your name- or alias- and I'll get back to you in a jiffy!
[click!]
[functions: voice, text message, image/media text]
inb4 liam
savage
[what the FUCK]
[Duo is still busy in the overwhelming state of absorbing information about his new state of existence, or rather the state of this place's existence, when he gets....]
[two pings. at the same time.]
[Gee, Mr. Popular all of a sudden! Where was all this when he was talking up the girls!?]
Gesundheit
[A cursory search of this network revealed... his own existence, very recently. So then, could this be someone that had known him in the inbetween space of him being in the City and... well, here?]
[Shit. He needs to do his research fast.]
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u got ported out for a while there bud
didnt even leave me anythin im spark broken
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[Riptide is left hanging for a little bit. The reply Duo got is friendly enough, so he doesn't think he has to worry yet about enemies coming out of the woodwork to have his ass, which means he has some wiggleroom to figure out what the hell is going on, in every sense of the phrase.]
[By the time he can formulate a reply, he's gotten into his old cache of information, so he can immediately find out just how much new experience he's gotten with the new faces of his old friends.]
[......Poor Optimus, all he can think. What the hell happened?]
Starscream? Really???
[The most important takeaway, from all those notes.] Better than Evil Barney, I guess.
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one more
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2/3 video
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also 2 vid
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JUST KIDDING FUCK U JABBERS
[He's only been checking the network for him every day - and maybe that reflects in his eager welcoming, but D33 doesn't really care. He just hopes that Shinigami will still remember him.]
rekt
[Like the first ping, he takes his time in making any replies; he has enough on his plate without worrying about potential timey-wimey shenanigans and forgotten acquaintances.]
[In fact, it's a good several hours before Dee gets any reply at all, but by that time at least he's managed to sniff out where he's hid his own notes and crack open the vault.]
[Which is why he knows exactly how to reply.]
How's it hanging, Deedee?
fuck duo too
[Still, he just has to make sure...]
Are your memories in tact, then?
not his type dee!!!
[This's gonna be rough, huh. By the time Duo gets back to this, he already has read the file on the kid, to extremely unsettling feelings. He's... not sure, exactly, what kind of person he must be in the future; but the way he wrote about this guy is in a way he just can't exactly connect with, the way he is now. This mentorship, or whatever it was, feels strange and foreign in his mind as he thinks on it now.]
[That, and just from the things he's reading about this guy, he wonders why he bothered at all.]
[...Maybe he doesn't, though. After all, he'd been sort of the same, hadn't he? He never did quite ...get it.]
[Duo chews on this reply for an even longer time, so when Dee finally does get a reply back, at least he can give him the truth.]
No.
Sorry, pal. I guess you must have known me, in the future? Or the past, whatever.
I only remember things from before this world, in a place called the City. Ever heard of it?
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late text
this has inspired in me existentialism like the porter has never done before
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new phone who dis
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you get ported out? bummer
i'm just a random don't worry about it
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No worries. Archie, right?
like 5 min later
What am I watching
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text
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What city? Wanna sit at a drive in and catch a crappy movie?
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im down for that
u wanna meet there?
>action
[Duo comes rolling up to the drive-in just after sunset, parking his bike somewhere off to the side where it won't block other patrons. Riptide, obviously, won't be hard to find.]
Hey buddy! Ready for some good ol' fashioned garbage horror-action double-feature?
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backdated to the 18th
He goes radio silent on the 18th, which shouldn't be a surprise; that's right on schedule for when they expected to rendezvous with Phobos. The first word Duo gets from Quatre is this.]
Nuclear arsenal confirmed. Unable to disarm from orbit. Jacob etc currently requesting permission from gov to retaliate against base. Assume permission granted.
[It's hurried, sent out as quickly as possible without drawing too much attention to it. He forwards along the plans, schematics, and network diagnostics he and Jonathan were able to extract from the base; a few minutes later, sent far too early for Quatre to have received any response from Duo, he follows up with]
Don't think they've spotted us yet. Some large robots (md?) They're conducting experiments on site. Can't access records but
[a shorter delay, maybe twenty seconds]
They're hurting someone
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[There's always moral support though.]
Great.
[That's... everything. That's just to everything.]
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Going down to base keeping eye on Dooku
Base activated self destruct
If we don't come back don't let them use this to justify another mission
Let you know when we're off
04
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[The rest of this...... it's par for the course. It's the same life or death they faced in every other mission. He isn't nervous. Just angry he can't be there, too.]
[But Quatre's right. Someone needs to be left, to make sure things aren't twisted, afterwards. History is always twisted by the next to come to power.]
Roger that.
Good luck.
around midnight
He's getting dressed even as he sends the text.] What happened?
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I’m back
[Hm. Just long enough not to trigger the auto-send, huh... Just having a laugh, Grinbitch, or is there a nasty surprise waiting for him?]
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Ah, but communications are restored.]
Welcome back. You can't have been gone for more than 24 hours on this end. What's wrong?
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'i'm back' isn't enough? Haha..
[Mmmaaaybe he can get outta this one? Probably not, huh.]
I didn't go home
btw
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