‡3rd Treasure‡ Accidental Video

[totallytrustworthy]

[The feed clicks on to reveal Koltira and Chloe in some dark, nondescript alleyway. Chloe's muttering about how she doesn't have a choice, struggling weakly, her eyes unfocused. Koltira speaks to her in soothing tones--or about as soothing as his tone gets, at any rate--telling her to calm down, to see reason, et cetera. He has one arm looped around her waist, and the other holds both of her wrists still; the grip is clearly firm but gentle, meant to pacify, not to harm.

After a moment, Koltira notices that Chloe's dropped tablet is on and recording. He addresses it, his tone markedly more agitated than just a moment ago.]

Chloe is out of her mind. I know not why, but she had her own gun to her mouth.

[There's a short delay before Chloe speaks up, her voice unsteady and tired. It's a pale attempt at lying, but it goes without saying that she's embarrassed once she realizes the feed's running, so she makes it regardless.]

Seriously, mate, I'm fine. Ease up.




((ooc: Takes place after/during this log!)

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[shamanism]

[There's no magical flag on her that tells Thrall she's got a debuff, so she's stuck for now.

His blue eyes linger on the screen. He's not sure if he can trust her word for it, but Koltira is there and he'll make sure nothing bad happens. He can trust that, at least.

... He's not very good at this. Still, he's trying.]

Very well. If you need to talk-- or for someone to listen-- I am free.

[totallytrustworthy]

[She scoffs lightly.]

Jesus, Thrall. You're too bloody good for a place like this.

[shamanism]

[F--ffffff. His cheeks darken a few shades, and he shakes his head.]

I have had my share of unwelcome thoughts.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh? Like what?

Wait-- Don't tell me, you found out about spandex.

[shamanism]

[... a blank look. And then, very slowly, he raises an eyebrow.]

Do I want to know?

[totallytrustworthy]

Mmm...[She considers it for a moment, as if this is a very serious matter.] No. Believe me, you don't.

Still, you look a bit better than the last time I saw you.

[shamanism]

[Unlike most young impatient people, he doesn't question it further. That's an interesting comment, though. He bows his head slightly.]

There was much on my mind the last time we met. I did not mean to worry you.

[Wait, she's turning this back on him. HE KNOWS WHAT DEFLECTION IS YOUNG LADY, HE DABBLED IN POLITICS.]

... As I am sure you do not wish to worry anyone here. You should rest.

[totallytrustworthy]

Are you really trying to send me off to bed right now?

[He gets a pointed look for that.]

Besides, it happens to the best of us...as you've seen. Especially in a place like this.

[shamanism]

[His eyebrows furrow slightly. Look, he's not trying to be a doting father or something, but HE IS WORRIED AND HE KNOWS HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE.]

You would rather linger in a damp, dark alley without any water or food? At home, at least, you can sit down in comfort. [a pause] Or are you avoiding someone?

[totallytrustworthy]

Spent most of my life in alleys, mate. More comfortable here than stuck up in some closed-off space.

Feels more familiar, you know?

[Which is the truth, and there's no self-pity or exaggeration when she says it.]

[shamanism]

[He considers her words.]

I thought you wanted ice cream.