‡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!)

Comments

[deadelfwalking]

Calm yourself, Chloe. I have only been trying to help you. You were out of your mind.

[alittlesweptup]

That's not what I-- [He starts to raise a placating hand and then aborts. Screw it.] He's got a point. If you would stop trying to keep everyone else from toeing the line, maybe you wouldn't end up trying to blow your bloody brains out.

[And he can't keep his voice from rising a little at the last-- because that's really what they need to be doing: shouting at one another in the street.]

[totallytrustworthy]

[Maybe it's the stress or the humiliation, or because she's hit the boiling point and can't sink any lower or burn any hotter, but something about their responses turns her cold and quiet, and she folds her arms over her chest to close off her posture.]

Just...take me home.

[deadelfwalking]

[he sighs internally, but what can he do? Coldness is for the best to him, after all.]

As you wish.

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie wants nothing more than to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her -- but not here and not in front of someone barely more than a total stranger. He bites his tongue, pinches the bridge of his nose. After a beat:]

Fine. Sure. We'll take you home.