‡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.




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Comments

permavid

[assumeddirectcontrol]

Hate to say it, but if you're going to commit suicide, I'd recommend alcohol. At least it'd taste better. [Shepard purses her lips.] Sometimes, at least. [She figures everyone else will freak out over this, but regardless of what's happening, it's easier to treat people still like people.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[And that wins a laugh. An awful, withered little thing, but one nonetheless. Thank god for you, Shep.] Yeah. Gun flavor just isn't as fantastic as you'd imagine.

Think I'll try to avoid both for a while, though.

[assumeddirectcontrol]

[She calls this a job well done. A withered laugh is still a laugh.] I'd say it tastes just about as great as a laser to the mouth, honestly.

No alcohol, then. How do you feel about steak?

[totallytrustworthy]

A vast improvement. Manage to find one good enough and I'd say it's worth living or dying for.

[assumeddirectcontrol]

I just so happen to know the one person who makes a mean steak, if you're looking to find something to live for.

[totallytrustworthy]

By all means, love, fire away. I could use that bit of intel right now.