Slevin Kelevra (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
andyougoleft) wrote2013-10-27 06:32 pm
andyougoleft) wrote2013-10-27 06:32 pm
|: 005. Voice/Spam : If You Can Survive the Rest :|
[ Open Spam ]
[It's been pretty obvious from the start that however bad the original Barge was, this one is much worse. It's Slevin's habit of doing surveillance before he does anything, drilled into him over the course of years, that saves him, perhaps. For now at least. He learns quickly that nothing is likely to save him. He's on the very bottom of the power struggle, here, and his warden actively works to keep him there.
He has to be careful. He chooses the word carefully, just in case, hoping it's vague enough that he can lie his way out of any unwanted interest, and that he will be clever enough to tell the difference. He barricades the door to his cabin with everything he has in the room, trying to give himself a safe space to do more research as he had his first day on the Barge he's come to be familiar with.
Eventually, he will wander out into the ship proper, wary and alone and all too painfully clear on that fact.]
[ Public ]
[Late in the morning on the second day, with Slevin hidden somewhere other than his cabin on the Barge, his communicator clicks on and he says a single, clipped word to the network:]
Unaffected.
[And he waits.]
[It's been pretty obvious from the start that however bad the original Barge was, this one is much worse. It's Slevin's habit of doing surveillance before he does anything, drilled into him over the course of years, that saves him, perhaps. For now at least. He learns quickly that nothing is likely to save him. He's on the very bottom of the power struggle, here, and his warden actively works to keep him there.
He has to be careful. He chooses the word carefully, just in case, hoping it's vague enough that he can lie his way out of any unwanted interest, and that he will be clever enough to tell the difference. He barricades the door to his cabin with everything he has in the room, trying to give himself a safe space to do more research as he had his first day on the Barge he's come to be familiar with.
Eventually, he will wander out into the ship proper, wary and alone and all too painfully clear on that fact.]
[ Public ]
[Late in the morning on the second day, with Slevin hidden somewhere other than his cabin on the Barge, his communicator clicks on and he says a single, clipped word to the network:]
Unaffected.
[And he waits.]
[private]
I want to help you. He'd want me to help you. What can I do, if I can't get you here to safety?
[private]
[This comes out vicious, biting, the kind of hatred he'd been willing to put on hold because Chris had been decent to him. Had believed in him, at least when he was dead.
That's all so easily erased by the kind of threats and abuse he's been enduring for the past two days, however. The up side is he absolutely believes this is the Megamind from his own Barge.]
I need to get his warden item away from him, or he'll just find me wherever I hide. Every time I move is more risk of exposure.
If he catches me, I won't stop until he's dead.
[private]
[ It's the pleading of a father for son, desperate, emotional, nonsensical. ]
I know it's scary. We'll figure out something!
[private] CW: fire-related torture/death
[He doesn't laugh.]
He's called open season on me. Anything anyone who sees me wants to do to me. He was talking with Cassel about burning me alive in my bed to see if I'd die from smoke inhalation, burns, or shock first.
[private] CW: fire-related torture/death
[ He doesn't know what to do. He can't hurt Chris; that's his boy, half his reason for staying on the barge as long as he has. ]
If you see Eddie Nygma, the guy in the green suit-- he's safe. He'll have weapons. Alright?
[private]
Look, I need his warden item, or he'll be able to find me no matter what. Unless I hide in the library, and then god knows what. Can you help me with that, or do I work another angle?
Weapons aren't going to save me from mass fucking hysteria.
[private]
I understand what you need; I just don't know how to help you get it. He doesn't -- he doesn't know me from Adam, here.
[private]
He gets a grip on himself, though. He always does.]
I'll figure it out.
[private]
I'm sorry I can't do more.