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The Insider (inside_mind) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-21 23:28:00

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!complete, day 12, insider, location: underground tunnels, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Day 12: 2nd Meeting
Who: Insider & Remy LeBeau [open to The Doctor at some point maybe?]
What: 2nd Meeting
When: 1pm
Where: The tunnels under the gas station
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

It wasn't as easy to make it into the tunnels in the daylight. It required some sort of diversion because there was no way someone wouldn't notice the Insider creeping away from the group. Especially not with the perception that had been given as to the nature of the injuries suffered during the earthquake. It was difficult too to climb down the ladder once privacy had been attained and the trap door opened into the floor of the back room of the building. Injuries were still evident even if not as severe as they'd been played out to be.

In the alcove down two turns away from the ladder, the Insider found and donned the shapeless black jacket. Slipping the mask and night vision goggles from inside the pockets, they were slid into place and adjusted to ensure no hair or any other distinguishing features were evident. The Insider didn't trust Remy not to be there with a light of some sort this time. Now that things had been planned in advance through the journals. It was a risk to go and see him but that was something the Insider was willing to deal with.

Creeping through the darkness was a chore as the medication for pain wore slowly off. It would have been better had this taken place after medication rounds but there was no helping it. The gas station was close by and the Insider stopped short, waiting and listening around the bend from the suggested rendez-vous spot. Breath was held for a long moment before finally speaking in the low, growl of the previous meeting. "Cajun man. Charmer. Are you there?"

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inside_mind
2009-06-21 11:16 pm UTC (link)

As the glow began, the Insider removed the night vision goggles and tucked them away into the inner pocket of the black jacket. The view of the Cajun became clearer and it was much nicer to see him in the glow of a real light instead of the green-tinted brilliance of the goggles.

The form backed away and stayed close to the wall, attempting to appear as though it lounged casually. What it really did was give a less clear vision of what it looked like as the light rose. Height could be estimated but not pinpointed. Shape was indeterminate. The face was an ever-changing amalgamation of 1,000 different faces of every nationality, age and gender. Each part a different piece of a different face. Always moving. Always changing.

"Thank you, yes, I do have another pair. There was another reason you wanted to see me, wasn't there?" asked the voice, a knowing tone evident in the growl.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 11:32 pm UTC (link)

When the Insider leaned against that wall, all Remy could do was smile and tilt his head back against the wall too, eyebrows lifting in a curious manner. But, when the Insider refused to sit, and decided instead to stand, Gambit lifted a booted foot and nudged it against the Insider's leg in a playful manner. "Ain' gon' sit?" Well, if they weren't going to sit, Gambit wasn't going to stay down, so he was pushing his elbow against the wall and using it to help him stand. It was a fluid, graceful movement, with legs drawing up, then his abdomen tightening up, drawing his torso in straight, before he was able to push himself upwards and slide forward a step, bringing the wood along, so that he could step up, just a foot or so in front of his companion, smile still set easily in place.

"Oui." They both knew there was a reason he'd asked the other here. "Wan' have you meet 'de Doct'r, Chere. I ain' gon' let him hur' you. Bu' maybe he can help you, you say you stuck here jus' 'de same as us now." He'd read the conversation between Ianto and the Insider, of course he had. "For 'de bes'. An' you don' like 'de way it's goin', you leave. I ain' gon' le' him follow you." He stepped a bit closer and held up the gloves with his injured hand. "I ain' gon' make you, but I t'ink it's gon' be better 'dat way."

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inside_mind
2009-06-21 11:40 pm UTC (link)

The eyes beneath the mask watched silently as the man drew up from the wall. The nudge had brought a third, slight smile to the face which was evident in spite of the ever-changing appearance of the mask. Sitting would have invited more of the same from hours before. Not that it was unwanted but that was not why the Insider had met with Remy again. There was something important to be said or talked about otherwise Remy would not have arranged the meeting. That felt sure.

The Insider stiffened and the body seemed to draw into itself as much as that was possible in the bulky jacket disguising the form. "The Doctor can never find out about me. What have you done, Remy?" The voice was a bit higher than the usual growl and a cough issued from beneath the mask as the faces melted and disappeared into one another only to reappear and transform in constant transition. "Of all the people here, he is the one who would understand least."

The Insider pushed away from the wall and back away a few steps into the darkness of the tunnel beyond. This was more of a betrayal than had the desire of a light felt. "Tell me you haven't arranged for the Doctor to be here. Tell me he isn't waiting around the bend in the tunnel behind you. Tell me you haven't -" the voice trailed off and the head shook slowly. "Do not try to contact me again."

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ace_of_clubs
2009-06-21 11:59 pm UTC (link)

The Insider wouldn't get far, though. The gloves were dropped and Remy was snagging one of the Insider's covered wrists and holding tight, flinching at the pain it caused in his shoulder, and with the brief tug to get away, Gambit was letting out a grunt of pain. He dropped the wood in his right hand, in an effort not to release the fleeing Insider, so that he could grab onto that wrist with his stronger right hand (so as not to inflict more injury to the left shoulder). The result was a small catastrophe (he was dangerous, as he so often liked to point out), with the wood falling to the ground with two plunks, first the side, then the top, then it landed flat on the ground, and Gambit cursed sharply in French, and whether the Insider liked it or not, he was hauling the other in against his chest and wrapping his arms around him, stepping in against the wall, leaning his good shoulder into it, and bending forward, forcing the Insider down into a crouch on the ground, placing his body directly between the charged wood (which, thanks to those few quick steps after the Insider, was a few feet away) as it exploded.

It caused another deep grunt from the Cajun, but the light was gone for those few seconds. Remy wasn't quite letting go yet, but he did, about five seconds after the blast, and tilted his head against the wall. Where his temple met the cement, the wall began glowing pink, lighting up the immediate area and spreading out. Along the floor, further along the wall, over the ceiling-- soon filling the whole surrounding area, leaving no place dark, and no place to hide.

"Ain' gon' hur' you." He insisted with a little grin. Oh, man. His shoulder was killing him, and now it hurt even worse. There were little bits of splintered wood everywhere, so even if it was dark, the Insider couldn't make a silent get away, he'd crunch on the wood. It'd been thrown as far as twenty feet in each direction -- some had actually driven into the cement wall.

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inside_mind
2009-06-22 12:08 am UTC (link)

Grasped, thrown down and beneath a protective body, the Insider wasn't sure what to make of everything that happened. The blast of wood and light was momentarily dazzling and then there was the realization that perhaps a life had been saved. Or maybe it had just been the agony of further injury. There was no sure way to tell because it had all happened so quickly. The mind swam and the face continued to shift and alter in the growing pink glow.

"You may not," came the answer. "He will." That was certain. If the Doctor appeared on the scene there would be little to stop him from his amazing ability to focus energy into rage or any other pure emotion. The Doctor was a formidable opponent. A tremendous friend. The files had detailed such knowledge on him that the Insider was duly cowed by the idea that such a being could exist in this game.

"I cannot believe you would do this to me. I should have expected it." The crouch was uncomfortable. Injuries screamed with pain and the Insider struggled to regain the safety of balance on feet that could carry the body away quickly. There was little chance of moving Remy's body though. The Insider was not strong enough to do that and therefore a compromise was made internally. The face lifted and looked up at the man. Lips parted and the ever-changing face sought the Cajun's mouth up through the waning darkness.

"Let me go," the voice breathed and a kiss was pressed through the mask to the man's chest as that was all that could be reached at this time.

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