Nathan Drake (
caliberill) wrote2012-02-28 04:11 pm
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[This is Nate, trying to remember what's happened so far.
He remember being betrayed by Flynn and Chloe, being locked up in a Turkish prison for three months (at least he got his own bucket!) and bailed out by Sully along with Chloe, surprisingly. They went to Borneo, trying to screw over Lazarevic and Flynn as Chloe played the double for them. He remembers Nepal and how he met Chloe there, how they had run into Elena and... Jeff. Then Lazarevic and Flynn --that asshole!-- again. Held at gunpoint, Nate could only watch as Chloe was taken from them, then Jeff was--
That thought stays unfinished, but he remembers going after Chloe on that damn train, leaving Elena behind because it was dangerous, and it wasn't her fight anyway, even if he'd gotten her dragged into it. He remembers being shot by Flynn, passing out in the snow. And then he remembers Flynn... saving him. He remembers finding out that somehow, there were now two Harry Flynns in his life: one that didn't screw him over and the other that did--the one that he thought he knew. Everything that happened afterwards?
It's come down to this. Somehow.
Night time, the guards are on patrol but they're too tired to notice the two on the cliff, checking out the area. A grip on those binoculars and Nathan lets out a sigh, pulls back to make a face at the other beside him. ]
You really want to do this?
[He keeps his voice low. Sure, maybe these was an item that needed to stay out of the hands of mercenaries, but those guards looked pretty well armed! That and Nate wasn't in the mood to lose his head in somewhere like northern Africa, no matter how nice Morocco was at this time of the year. They had people to come home to anyway, and he was pretty sure that either Sully or Elena would bring him back to kill him again if he ran short of luck in this place.]
They look pretty tough, Flynn.
He remember being betrayed by Flynn and Chloe, being locked up in a Turkish prison for three months (at least he got his own bucket!) and bailed out by Sully along with Chloe, surprisingly. They went to Borneo, trying to screw over Lazarevic and Flynn as Chloe played the double for them. He remembers Nepal and how he met Chloe there, how they had run into Elena and... Jeff. Then Lazarevic and Flynn --that asshole!-- again. Held at gunpoint, Nate could only watch as Chloe was taken from them, then Jeff was--
That thought stays unfinished, but he remembers going after Chloe on that damn train, leaving Elena behind because it was dangerous, and it wasn't her fight anyway, even if he'd gotten her dragged into it. He remembers being shot by Flynn, passing out in the snow. And then he remembers Flynn... saving him. He remembers finding out that somehow, there were now two Harry Flynns in his life: one that didn't screw him over and the other that did--the one that he thought he knew. Everything that happened afterwards?
It's come down to this. Somehow.
Night time, the guards are on patrol but they're too tired to notice the two on the cliff, checking out the area. A grip on those binoculars and Nathan lets out a sigh, pulls back to make a face at the other beside him. ]
You really want to do this?
[He keeps his voice low. Sure, maybe these was an item that needed to stay out of the hands of mercenaries, but those guards looked pretty well armed! That and Nate wasn't in the mood to lose his head in somewhere like northern Africa, no matter how nice Morocco was at this time of the year. They had people to come home to anyway, and he was pretty sure that either Sully or Elena would bring him back to kill him again if he ran short of luck in this place.]
They look pretty tough, Flynn.
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Yeah well, don't get used to it. [Rolling his eyes at the comment, he fixes his grip, shifts so he's against the wall again.] Hopefully we're not two for two this time around...
[It's a slower descent this time, but when they reach the bottom, Nate's bumping heads with the Brit, warning the other that he's a little close for his tastes as he settles against the ground, letting Harry get off first before he starts unbuckling himself from the harness.] Keep with the plan?
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he's more than thankful when nate's rope holds under the weight of two fully grown men, and even more thankful when he's got ground under his feet again. he nods to the question, unbuckling his own harness. ] And hope to God that isn't a sign of things to come.
[ he moves toward the wall quickly and quietly, pressing against it and watching the guards patrolling up above, ticking time off in his head and grinning when they disappear out of sight. he unzips the bag on his back, pulling out a grappling hook and harness, backing up to get distance to wind up and swing it. his aim stays true and the hook snags the top of the wall - a couple of tugs on the rope says it's secured in place, and he sweeps into a courteous bow. ]
After you, darling.
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Ha ha, you're too kind. [He tugs on the rope to test it (a few more times because Harry's luck with the equipment seems like crap) and once he's satisfied, he fixes himself accordingly and well.. of course he starts to climb. A look over his shoulder when he's up a considerable amount. It's a hushed whisper.]
Are you coming, or are you just waiting for the rope to break?
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Well, this sure is exciting. [ he turns back to nate, slipping the handgun from the holster on his leg, voice a low whisper when he addresses him. ] Remember, stay hidden until the guards go running. Don't want you getting into anymore trouble than you usually do, eh?
[ a thoughtful pause, and then? there's a mischievous grin that doesn't account for anything good. ] See you soon, love.
[ he leans over, pressing a light kiss to nate's cheek before he dashes off to get to work. trolling nathan drake is his favorite pasttime, he can't help it. ]
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Yes, mom, I won't rush the whole job. Would you just go already? [A frown as he turns out towards the area, the buildings so he can match what he sees to what he's been told and seen on the map made for this job. He's looking out when Harry says his spiel.] Yeah, just be care--
[Oh.
What the hell?! He's turning around in an almost violent manner, reaching out so he can catch Flynn but his fingers only brush against the other's clothing and the Brit's soon out of his reach, heading elsewhere. He hisses an insult at the other: 'asshole!' and soon enough he's just waiting, dragging a hand over his cheek.] Geeze...
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either way he's slipping around the edges of the compound, avoiding patrols and lights, quick and quiet as he gets to where he needs to be. he slips inside a guard post, taking out the man on duty before he can turn around to see who had entered, smirking to himself as he looks around the small room of screens and microphones. knocking this place out seems to be a good way to knock out communication through the compound - perfect.
he reaches into his bag again, tugging out a few c4 charges this time. he sets them up carefully, keeping an eye out for anyone coming, and once they're armed and ready he slips out of the post and into a shadowy corner a safe distance away. the remote detonator is the next to come out, and his eyes stay on the post as he flips the cap up with his thumb and presses the button.
the fireworks go off beautifully and the compound springs into life, frenzied guards running everywhere, shouting at each other in their native language, trying to coordinate. it's pretty safe to say that's nate's cue. ]
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He doesn't even need a gun for that and he's quiet all the way. It's just looking through the damn inventory in the building that has him making more noise than he wants (where the hell is a damn crowbar in this area?) but he's moving to pry open the box. There's some effort but he's picking up the treasure --a statue, of some kind?-- and from there Nate's trying to go back the same way he came.
Of course, he didn't account for the group of guys coming in to check that nothing else got hurt. It might explain why he's coming late to the rendezvous point, looking more than roughed up.]
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he's been waiting a few minutes by the time nate arrives, and he's not at all surprised when the other comes back with more than his fair share of bruises and injuries. he just sighs and shakes his head, pausing briefly to take stock of what they're going to have to patch up when they get back to the hotel and comment. ] Your luck really is something, I've got to say.
[ still, he's quick to get the grappling hook set up again and once more ushers nate over first, mostly because he doesn't want to risk the man's bad luck striking again and causing the guards to catch him climbing after harry. he can hear voices nearing, hissing softly under his breath as they get closer, causing him to climb quickly after nate's over and grab the grappling hook as he jumps down to the other side. ]
Apparently that didn't throw them off as much as I'd hoped. C'mon, let's get out of here before they've got the dogs on us.
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How long have you known me again? [He quirks a brow as he keeps pace with the other and once again they're up and over the wall, moving to lead the way. A glance over his shoulder as he carries the statue.]
Yeah well, at least the dogs don't carry guns. Come on, the car's up ahead.
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he makes his way to the car with nate, quick to climb into the driver's seat. he throws his bag and their gear in the back as nate gets into the passenger seat with their target, and off they go. one car chase and crazy gunfight later and they've managed to make it back to their hotel room in one piece, harry swinging the door open with a content sigh. ]
Well, that certainly could've gone worse. All in all not too shabby. Although we do need to do something about the state you're in. [ so he tosses his bag on the bed and heads into the bathroom to rummage around for stuff to take care of nate's injuries with. calling out as he does: ] Take a look at what I grabbed! I think I did pretty well for the limited inventory space.
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I'm fine! I can take a few punches, you know that. [He's resisting the urge to be a big baby about his wounds and so for the moment he turns on his side to look at the bag, sits up so he can sift through the contents after unzipping it. Pulling out a gold bar, he raises a brow at it (mercenaries, who would've known?) and whistles at the load, pulling back to look in the direction of the bathroom. ] Nice! This'll definitely help pay off some of those debts we have...
[Harry's, Nate's, Sully's... It's a group thing, he reminds himself. Still, he leans back at the sudden rush of blood to his head, takes in a small breath and looks down slowly. Fingers fumbling with the ends of his shirt, he pulls the fabric up, notices a dark spot forming around his ribs. Reaching out, he pokes it, then again.
... That.
Is a very tender spot, though why Nate keeps prodding at it is a mystery.] --Ahh..
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[ 'we'. that's still a strange thing to think about too. harry's used to working on his own, but more and more these days he's been working with nate - and at times, sully too. he and the old man are still rather uneasy with each other but at least they've managed to learn professional courtesy about it when it's needed. he shakes his head and puts it out of his mind for the moment, gathering up the supplies and heading out of the bathroom.
- to see nate prodding one of his bruises. he's really, really not surprised.
he just sighs, puts the supplies on the bed and grabs nate's wrist to keep him from doing it again. ] That's not gonna help it any, mate. How much does it hurt? Any trouble breathing?
[ he's just hoping this isn't a sign of a cracked rib or worse on nate's part, because that's not something he can do much about. ]
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For now however, the wounds are more important because damn it stings; the adrenaline is wearing off and though he's feeling the pain seep it, he knows it'll only get worse. His eyes go up to Flynn and he pulls his hand away, opting to hold onto his shirt.] I doubt it's broken, it's just... painful.
I'll be fine. [He waves the other off, glances to his own bag.] So-- you wanna see what we came here for?
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he gives nate a look, almost tempted to poke the bruise himself for the lack of concern, but he lets it drop with a shake of his head. besides, he is pretty curious as to what the mission was all about, and the other wounds are mostly superficial from what he's seeing, they'll keep for a few minutes longer. so he moves to open nate's bag, hauling the statue out. ] This thing is bloody heavy! It's a wonder you got over the wall with it.
[ he turns it over, fingers tracing intricate details as he looks it over, the carvings and faces. it looks almost ancient from the designs and he can't help the low whistle, impressed. it'll probably fetch a hefty price. he has to note one thing, though: ]
Those faces are creepy. [ all wide eyes and stretched mouths and sharp teeth... eugh. ]
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Adrenaline's a great thing, Flynn-- you should read up on it.
[A tease and he grimaces at the mention of the designs. Reaching out to the statue, he brushes over the details, pulls his hand back quickly. Holding it up to Harry, he's joking now, pretending that the statue's ripped off his finger.]
H-Harry, it ate my finger! [He's trying not to laugh, but the smile on his face makes it difficult.]
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this is so ridiculous despite the laughter harry's biting back. completely childish. still, he's got a grin he can't contain though and his voice is suitably dramatic when he plays along. ] Oh no! Now it has the blood it needs to revive itself!
[ he might not be the most history savvy, but he knows how crazy some of those old myths could be. sounds appropriate, right? ]
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Take that! And-- that! [Finally stopping, he lets out a breath, looks over to Harry with a twisted smile. He settles himself, lays back on the bed while minding the statue.] Do you think it worked?
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And not a moment too soon. You saved the world, Nate. You saved us all. [ he cracks then, laughing as he picks the statue up and places it back in nate's bag, sliding their bags and gear under the bed to free up space and keep them from tripping over them in the middle of the night (it's happened more than a few times). he pats nate on the shoulder, moving to sit on the corner of the bed and grabbing up the medical supplies again. ] Now c'mon, let's patch you up.
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[It takes awhile because it's mostly Nate fussing and saying he doesn't need a bandage here or there but he gives in because Harry probably does have more knowledge in medicine than Nate does (Sully and Elena treating his wounds sounds about right and he can stop bleeding, but that's about it).
Once they're done, the hours pass and he doesn't know how but Flynn's sitting back against him and Nate's knees are up on either side of the Brit as he leans over, messing with the other's hair. There's a small sound of distaste as he tries to crack through the gel slicking the Brit's hair back. He shifts and rests his chin on the top of Harry's head, exhales.]
So what're you really scared of, Flynn? [It's a stupid conversation.] I know it's not tiny purse dogs.
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harry doesn't exactly know how they got like this either, but he's hardly complaining. far from it in fact. his eyes are closed and he's rested comfortably back against the other man, hands laced together over his stomach. it's a nice quiet way to spend the aftermath of a successful heist, he thinks. ]
Mm? [ it takes him a second to register the question, opening an eye halfway. what few people know about harry flynn: he rather enjoys his hair being played with. he may have been drifting a bit. he chuckles at the question, can't help a jab of his own. ] Not clowns, either.
[ he hums softly as he considers it though, wondering how to answer. there are, frankly, more than a few things he's seriously scared of but keeps hidden on a daily basis. he laughs again when he comes up with something, unable to help throwing it out. ]
Lazaveric's ghost.
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Wiseass. Never should have told you that. [He hums at the comment about the clowns, brows furrowed for a moment. Tugging on the other's hair as a small warning, he listens, takes the silence for what it is and just continues to fuss. The answer has him stop for a moment and he pulls his head back, looking at the other.] --If you're serious, who wouldn't be and if you're not, what the hell, Flynn?
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but he bursts out laughing at the face nate gives him for the answer. ] I'm not, only insomuch as that I don't believe in ghosts. If I did, I would be entirely serious. Dead serious even. [ he grins up at nate when he makes the awful pun, chuckling again before he settles back against him, his eyes going to the far wall as he thinks it over, expression growing more somber. ] Well, there's the usual fear of dying. I rather enjoy my life. But...
[ it's not the ultimate one. he falls quiet for a long moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer than before. again, harry flynn is not used to sharing these kinds of things - real emotions, personal facts. but - well. it's just different in this moment. ]
Being forgotten's the big one, I think.
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... Yup. Nate for a second doesn't know what to say because he wasn't expecting that-- or he was and he doesn't want to admit something like that. It's Flynn so it's strange, hearing it leave as a confession because well like he said. It's Harry Flynn. Leaning down, he settles his chin back down on top of the other's head, trying to get his attention.]
It'd be pretty damn hard to forget about someone like you, Harry. [He exhales, settles his hands down onto his shoulders. He can't do with serious sometimes, not when he knows it doesn't have to be.] Think I'll pass on trying.
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It's because you're lazy. [ he laughs a little, shaking his head, closing his eyes again and relaxing. and then, a less serious one! ] Heights are a bit of a weak point too.
[ HE JUST doesn't like being too high okay. like 'istanbul museum tower' high. that was not fun in the least. ]
Naturally if you tell anyone, I'm contractually obligated to kill you. So you know.
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Sure you are, pal. [Another prod as he moves his hands away before they can get caught. Taking a breath in, Nate rolls his eyes as he thinks about the threat-- he can't take it seriously in this situation, after all.] Just like what I told you if you told anyone about my secrets?
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Right! So let's hope that doesn't happen, because that would be an awkward follow up. [ he grins, eyes falling shut once more as he relaxes again, starting to hum a tune under his breath for no other reason than because he can and feels like it. ]
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He likes it, and his hands just shift, Nate moves closer and gets comfortable. When he sees his opportunity, he slips his hands underneath Harry's and he turns his head, so he's resting against the other just as much as Flynn's doing to him. He's gonna fall asleep at this rate, he just knows it.
And so he does, and so Flynn does he presumes, considering that during that sleep, he never feels the other move away, leave or shift to an emptier side of the bed. It's nice.]