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zeroiism:
zero rubbed the back of her neck. “i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to react like that. just wasn’t expecting you.” she smiled shyly. she cocked her head a little at the offer. “food?” truth be told, zero knew nothing of the food in this world. hell, she didn’t even know she had to eat. she’d been a ghost dog for so long. “uh sure, that sounds nice.”
eliot nodded, “come on, then.” he said, setting over at a decent pace, moving towards the apartments. a small frown, his perpetual expression, rested on his face, “you got a name, kid?” he asked her.
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lonewolfbyers:
“Uh, no.” He answered shortly. Jonathan was a bit taken aback when the other tossed the device to him, he looked over it hesitatingly. “I had a telephone back at home… it doesn’t look very much alike though.”
“it’s a portable telephone.” eliot shrugged, “’m not much good with ‘em, myself. they’re more my friend’s thing.” he said, looking around, “you eve been to seattle before?”
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hekkinhosers:
“pfft- maybe where you’re from,….. though where I’m from , it’s kind of obvious and my whole circle is made up of people like me.”
Moose was taken aback by the other’s comment.Her friends , family , all either Canadian Assassins League members or Rooster Corps members , she only knew talking about work and topics about or relating to work.
“yeah, well this ain’t where you’re from either.” eliot’s tone is a bit of a drawl, but he’s annoyed, “and here? people don’t take too kindly to people announcing they’re assassins. tends to get people paranoid and tends to get yourself a meeting with the cops.” the man rolled his eyes, “this ain’t my home. and it ain’t yours, either.”
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pulsemagic:
– ☾ It’s not like she’s never been to Seattle before, but to wake up in it without any knowledge of just how she got there? Yeah, it’s a little nerve wracking. Even more so when you consider what Bonnie had just gone through, and the fact that none of her friends were answering their phones. It’s like she’s been thrusted into some kind of weird dream that she can’t get out of. “Huh?” There’s a tap on her shoulder and suddenly a man is asking her a question, causing Bonnie to blink a few times before shaking her head. “I’m afraid I don’t know. Although, considering you’re asking? I’m assuming you’re not from here ether.”
“no, ma’am.” seliot smiled at her, a sort of boyish grin, charming, confident. “i was in portland, and now i’m here. not as large of a jump, except for the fact when i went to sleep, it was 2013.” he shook his head, laughing, a bit nervous, but keeping it minimized, “you’re not from here then, either?”
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zeroiism:
zero had been sat on this bench for what felt like hours now. praying for a sign of home, a familiar face. anything that would make her feel safer. she huffed a little and ran her new fingers through her hair. this was all so strange. she had to find jack, sally… anyone who could explain. she hauled herself up, walking a little. zero jumped when she felt the touch to her shoulder and even let out a ( rather pathetic ) bark.
her brows furrowed and she stepped away from the stranger a little. “no, i’m afraid i don’t. i’m confused too. i just… appeared here. this is all wrong.”
eliot raised his hands, universal ‘surrender’ gesture, not so much because he thought she was armed, but because he didn’t want to upset her, lowering his hands, he hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “well, er...” eliot paused, offering a charming smile to the younger woman, “would you like to get something to eat?” he offered, “food makes me feel better.” it really didn’t but she seemed on edge and eliot hated that.
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haveyouseenshaun:
The blue haired women turned, “Uh what’s going on? What’s going on?” She almost laughs, “Well for starters I started off in Boston post bomb and now I”m here in this strange year where I am actually a young woman in my own timeline well year? I don’t know. I”m fucked if I don't’ get back home, though. Gertrude but call me Gertie and call me totally and utterly confused about how the fuck I ended up here.” Dogmeat barked whining slightly when he wasn’t introduced, “OH! This is my dog. His name is Dogmeat. He’s wearing a doggie backpack isn’t that cute?”
eliot’s brain was trying to keep up, but she may as well have been speaking in tongues. he didn’t understand a wor she said, and just sort of stared balnkly, before frowning, nodding as she finished, “right -- cute.” eliot looked at the dog, a slight roll of his eyes, “so you don’t know how we got here. great, thanks.” eliot wanted to abscond from here as fast as possible, get back to his team -- his family.
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herfmcnns:
big, almond eyes found their way to the male in front of her. questioning sonya was kind of a big mistake, and she truly HATED it. “ — awe, you tried not to be offensive?? well, guess what – you FAILED !! ” the brunette’s voice grew higher, her eyes squinting in anger. she tried to calm herself down, however. not being in her home was putting her over the edge. “ ugh, who are you, anyway?? some sort ot THOR ?? ”
“what--no!” eliot snapped, frowning at her, “i was going to ask if you needed any help, but since you’re clearly fine, i’ll leave you be.” the man scoffed, moving a few steps, before turning to look at her, “word of advice, kid? you look like a scruffy wet cat when you get angry, you ain’t terribly scary if that’s what you’e going for.”
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@salcmboy | x
eliot blinked at him, offering a smile, gentler than his usual, “yeah, i can.” a shrug. the kid reminded him of parker a bit -- though, he was subdued. the man grinned a bit at him, “you like cake, kid?” he asked, squinting at him, “you could probably stand to eat a few.” he half-joked.
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lonewolfbyers:
“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just those things are new to me.” Jonathan said with an apologetic look, pointing at the cellphone the person was talking to.
“you never seen a cell phone, kid?” eliot’s voice is colored with a bit surprise, but tosses the device to him, “doesn’t work much here -- but ypou can look at it.” he shrugged. eliot wasn’t much into tech himself (that was hardison’s thing), he was, however, getting better.
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“dammit, hardison.” eliot hisses to himself. not because alec had anything to do, but becasue saying it sometimes made him feel less likely to cold clock someone. the man was very clearly annoyed and more than a little pissed. and who could blame him? he’d gone to bed in portland, knowing they had a mark to trap tomorrow and had woken up in seattle, washington. no, he was not dealing with this. the comm he had didn’t work -- the cellphone he had didn’t work, and he was feeling horribly concerned. not to mention it was, according to the paper he’d seen -- 2017. four years had passed.
“fuck.” he hissed, drawing to a stop. the man moved over, tapping someone on the shoulder, managing to still and calm his breathing, a charming smile with confidence he didn’t feel right now on his lips, “hey, uh...” nervous usually worked best, so he plays it like that, “do you know what’s going on?” he asked, a sort of inclining head-tilt to the other. grifting came near-naturally to him now.
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evakviigm:
She’s hopelessly wandering around, trying to distract herself so she doesn’t end up freaking out. To be in a place where everything’s completely … foreign; thinking about the last hurtful string of words she could’ve said to someone she cares about ─ is she dead? This constant, anxiety driven thought, maybe this happened because karma’s a bitch.
“ Is this real? “
“mm-hmm.” eliot nods. his eyes hold a form of pity for the young woman, who looked so unsure of herself. not that he blamed her -- this was strange and weird and he felt vuagely like he was in one of hardison’s scifi movies. “near as i can tell, ma’am, it’s very real.”
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herfmcnns:
“ —— UM, excuse me!! i don’t recall ever telling you to look at me with that snarky face, you insignificant ball of NOTHINGNESS. ” sonya’s voice grew higher in pitch, her almond eyes firm, almost deadly. “ — did you lose something?? do i look like a CLOWN to you?? ”
the urge eliot felt as she spoke reminded him of why he loved kids and hated teenagers. hardison was younger (probably a few years older then her, though) and so was parker, but they weren’t annoying (at least, they were a different sort of annoying) . he literally wanted to strangle her. “no offense, miss,” the words are laced with bored disdain, “but it is a free country, and i can look at you however i see fit.”
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allisvcns:
allison was HORRIFIED — that being the only word that popped into her head when she had ( miraculously ) dug herself up from below the ground. she had died, that much was certain, but how the hell was she alive now? if this was some sort of second chance then the hunter would’ve been eternally grateful but that was just a viable answer out of many. she wasn’t even in beacon hills anymore. this was new. “ excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to have a newspaper by any chance? or, uh, the date? ”
“two-thousand seventeen, feburary.” eliot said, frowning as he offered the nearby paper to her, coffee held gently in his hands, a familiar weight he needed. comms didn’t work -- his phone didn’t work. he was effectively cut off from hardison and parker and that was actually terrifying, because hardison could get into a lot of trouble real fast and parker was good, but she had her own parts to play and they needed him. he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest that he angrily squashed, offering the girl a small smile, “if it makes you feel better, it was 2013 when i went to bed.”
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rookxleader:
“Evie!” Jacob called out. He was completely and utterly lost and it worried him. “If this is your way of getting back at me for being an arse, then congratulations! I get the point, please come out now…Wherever we are.” The Assassin ignored the strange looks he received from others, focusing on finding his sister. “Hey, mate.” Jacob walked over to a stranger, obviously very frustrated. “Mind telling me where the hell we are?”
“seattle.” eliot turned from where he was examining his nails, leaning on a wall. at first glance, the older man looked the epitome of calmness, but his body language, unconsciously, screamed he was tense, irritated, and confused, a hand ran through his long hair with a sigh, “and don’t ask for the fucking how. that’s hardison’s sci-fi shit, not mine.”
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mctalcladboot:
Well this was familiar. Not in the sense that he’d been here before. No, he was just use to the seedy and unfriendly feel of a city. The wide-eyed civilians who all seemed too easy to predict. He hadn’t the slightest clue how he got here, but he could make it work. He knew how to blend into a city too well. Besides, it was better than back there. What he needed now was information. And people were more willing to give it up when they felt bad.
Eyeing an approaching stranger, Mercury then turned his attention the opposite direction, stepping out in time just to catch his boot on their leg. ‘Tripping’, Mercury stumbled, grabbing on a poll to steady himself. “Woah, I’m so sorry. My mind was miles away. I didn’t even see you there,” he lied.
eliot reached out, holding their shoulder loosely, “damn straight it was.” he huffed, rolling his eyes, making sure his coffee hadn’t spilled. most would be freaking out right now, and inside, eliot was, but outside he was the epitome of calm. his eyes scanned the other, his own body language guarded as he seemed to be making sure the other wasn’t an immediate threat.
“watch yourself better, next time, yeah?”
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hekkinhosers:
“Hey I still am an assassin , thank you very much. I only work for the government though. I won’t take anyone’s lunch money to beat little ol’ suzie’s head in.”
“--you can’t just say that.” the man grunted in annoyance at her, giving an almost withering glance, “government or not, people don’t take too kindly to knowing they’re talking to an assassin.” and boy, didn’t he know it.
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