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010 - voice, action for the Spade crew
Lemme jus' say--
I know you're here.
Person I'm talkin' to? Knows that's for them. I ain' stupid, an' y' aren' foolin' me. When I figure out where y' are exactly?
[A pause. As if she's considering it. But. No. It needs to be said.]
I will kill you.
'Specially if you hurt any of them. You ain' seen half what I can do if I set my mind t' it.
An' you? Ain' gettin' mercy.
You really wanna impress me? You'll come face me.
[Rogue's crew can find her on the deck of the Moon, keeping a lookout. Except for that pronouncement to the journal, she seems pretty calm surrounded by the chaos of the others.]
I know you're here.
Person I'm talkin' to? Knows that's for them. I ain' stupid, an' y' aren' foolin' me. When I figure out where y' are exactly?
[A pause. As if she's considering it. But. No. It needs to be said.]
I will kill you.
'Specially if you hurt any of them. You ain' seen half what I can do if I set my mind t' it.
An' you? Ain' gettin' mercy.
You really wanna impress me? You'll come face me.
[Rogue's crew can find her on the deck of the Moon, keeping a lookout. Except for that pronouncement to the journal, she seems pretty calm surrounded by the chaos of the others.]
voice
[At first it's a joke, said with a scoff as if he knew she wouldn't come back here of her own free will but then...]
Would like to see y' again.
[He gets to thinking about how honestly alone he is right now - what with his pseudo-captain going off the deep end and abandoning ship - it's making it harder to distinguish between what his dreams are telling him and what he's starting to think he sees.]
Specially now.
[It'd be nice to have someone slap him upside the head right now.]
voice
[It probably sounds stupid. It seems like a major change of subject.
But it matters. A lot.]
The card y' put in my hand then. One y' charged.
What was it? I mean.
What card was it?
[Like she doesn't remember. Like it's not etched into her brain.]
voice
[He says it easily, but with the weight of the event - like he remembers every card he dishes out to every person with perfect detail.
He remembers that one at the very least. The Suicide King. Odds had been that she wouldn't have made it out of that alive - or at least conscious. Gambit hadn't cared then.]