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[lastrat]

[No video, this time, because he's still fucking angry. He can control the edge in his voice just barely - he can't control the glower. And he has yet to clean up his shattered Item, the second time he's broken it against a wall of his flat.

When he clicks on the audio, he sounds angry, but you might believe that he's managing it just fine. Might.]

Ellie's vanished.

[And that's all. He's not one for elaboration.]

[Private to Natasha]

Busy?

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[unmakeme]

[Honestly, she's a little busy. But the first two words, intended for the barge as a whole, make her more than willing to bend the truth for him.]

Not at all. What's the plan?

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[lastrat]

Something tells me combining our bars is a sight we ought to see.

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[unmakeme]

Something tells me that combining our bars is a sight the faint of heart would not survive.

[She has literal crates in her guest room closet, spybro.]

Your place or mine?

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[lastrat]

Lucky no one faint of heart is invited. [All right, he's out matched and jealous.]

Mine. Bring the vodka.

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[unmakeme]

[Girl made damn good use of her time in the Los Angeles port and that limitless credit card. She has her priorities straight.

Natasha takes a few minutes to get ready, because the workout gear and the tape on her knuckles belies the assertion that she wasn't busy, not to mention gun cleaning oil under her fingernails. Still, she's master of the quick change, and it's only about ten minutes later that she's standing in front of his door, jeans and a tee shirt with a pair of ballet flats, case of the top shelf stuff propped on her hip so she can knock, and a brown paper gift bag hanging off her crooked fingers.]

[shakenandlimp]

...that poor girl. I hope she has another chance. Damn.

[lastrat]

Wouldn't hold my breath for the Admiral to answer any prayers.

[shakenandlimp]

Nor I. I'd never thought there was such mismanagement as would drive me to mutinous sympathies, but the Admiral has done it.

[lastrat]

It does make certain mutinies more understandable.

[More the stories he'd heard of Captain Kirk's takeovers in the past, rather than their most recent foray.

Which would be terribly tempting to replicate, if he had any know how in space. Lucky for everyone, he does not.]

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[patheticvillain]

Hey.

Bring me booze.

[Come sulk with him, Bond. And by 'sulk' he means 'get drunk'.]

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[lastrat]

[He almost asks if his hands have fallen off before he remembers the death toll. It makes him exhale, not quite a sigh and certainly nothing contrite. He's angry. And sulky. It's not a bad offer.]

Where are you?

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[patheticvillain]

My room, dumbass. Where do you think?

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[lastrat]

Knowing you?

[He doesn't answer, just leaves it hovering. Instead, he grabs a couple bottles, two rocks glasses, and makes his way there. He's so practiced, he manages to knock without clanking anything together.]

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[myresponsibility]

[Wow, this. Sucks. Really sucks.

She could come back. There's always that chance, and for someone who's come and gone as often as James has, it might even seem like a pretty good one.

Still.]

Do you want to like... punch me in the face for a couple hours?

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[lastrat]

Don't you automatically dodge that sort of thing? [Don't make promises you can't live up to u_u]

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[myresponsibility]

I could try not to?

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[lastrat]

I've a feeling a punching bag would serve me better.

[halftheman]

Ah, hell, now I'm stuck with the chickens.

[ Yeah, that's it. Said 100% to aggravate Bond, but they both know it. ]

[lastrat]

[It's one of his typical inner struggles: wanting to take the bait, wanting to see it to its satisfying conclusion, and knowing it would be a bad idea.

Then again, most bad ideas ten to work out for him.]

I couldn't name a more fitting caretaker. You'll fit right in with them.

[halftheman]

Guessing you ain't even looked a those chickens or you'd know how stupid it is to say that. Fuckers got teeth. [ Thanks, Iris. ]

So do you think she was sent off to die because you were too busy fucking around with another man's inmate to do your goddamn job, or because you proved her right about wardens being a pack of torturers?

I'm guessing it could be fifty/fifty. [ Everything with Two-Face is fifty/fifty. ]

[lastrat]

I've seen them. They look half lizard.

Sorry, was she one of the young brunettes you tried to collect? Don't expect any condolences from me.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Low and quiet.] I'm in no position for sparring, but - want to test out some prototypes for me?

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[lastrat]

You'll have to be more specific than that. [His voice, by contrast, is tight and controlled. No sense in snapping at everyone, never mind that he'd like to.]

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[bodilesswarrior]

Weapons. [She's giving you an opportunity to blow shit up, Bond.]

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[lastrat]

Time and place. [Opportunity accepted.]