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VOICE TEST
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He's rubbing a small tattoo on the meat of his palm, faded a little bit over the years, but still there from when they huddled over it under a hot little light with some ink and a needle and Tris bitched and complained while Nic stabbed him over and over again and seemed to take great joy in it (There's not enough booze in the world, Nic-- Shut up.)
He swears now as he's touching the small triangle with a line through the top that he sees her, the long curls of brown hair and the tan skin. She's over there in the crowd and Tris wonders if he's somehow drunk yet even though he's barely made a dent in his drink. It'd be weird that she were here in all of her radiant, drug-laden glory with her clear eyes and sharp, quick fingers. You're totally seeing things. But as with everything else, Tris decides that investigating is worth it.
Slowly he slides out of his seat (maybe "melts" is a good word to use instead) and moves through the party, drink in his hand and straw caught on the side of his mouth lazily. He can step right next to her without looking too awkward about it and if it's her? Well hot fucking damn, and if it's not ... well ... he's lame as fuck.
So contact in three, two... one... ]
'Scuse-- [ he says, touching her shoulder as if to nudge her out of the way and tipping his head a bit to try and catch some of the features on her face--and alright. Maybe now is the bit where he looks like a lamer, bright blue eyes open and mouth hanging open, straw tapping his teeth. ] Well fuck me...
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well.then she stares right back at him, both of them all wide eyed and gaping away, because she recognises his magic. it's like a damn fingerprint, each individual feels completely different from the next, and that - that is definitely tris. ]
How the hell... [ she turns to face him straight on, getting a better look at him with a step closer to him, and she reaches up to poke his cheek like the invasive son of a bitch she's always been. ] This is weird. Tris?
[ because she knows, but she doesn't really know. or at least, she doesn't quite believe, not yet. ]
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Nic pokes his face and he makes a noise that develops into a whining, but slightly wavering "Heeeeeyyyy..." as he reaches up and bats at her hand. ]
Jesus, Nic--
[ The only thing that's changed about Nic over a small handful of years is her eyes and her mouth, firmed up a bit, and her magic is wrapped methodically about each of her fingers, pulled in line with the rest of her. He's never been good at noticing these sorts of things the first go around (it's taken years to pick up that sort of thing) so he doesn't quite recognize it through his shock, doesn't care to identify it, just know that she is undoubtedly Nicola. Nic. Tris stares a little open-mouthed before clearing his throat, turning to a man passing by: ]
On me--take it. No, take it--yeah, there, good boy. Bye now.
[ Drink pawned off, he doesn't hesitate to draw forward and pull her in. And yes, that's a hug, a very tight hug, like he hasn't seen her in a while, like he's missed her for ages (it hasn't been ages, but they are certainly restricted in their schedules and work).
He's feeling touchy, and maybe arriving somewhere on his own doesn't feel quite the same when it's not even your world. Tris could travel for miles by himself but always have a place to return to, be it with someone else or in the comfort of his apartment, but this place is shiny and new and not all the bits and baubles have fallen into place yet. ]
I didn't think you'd be here too, holy shit...
( and there's far too many questions to ask )
except it's not the floor. it's a wall, and the whole room is on its side, and if this is a bad trip it's a crazy detailed one. she picks herself off and wipes the excess goop off of her decidedly undressed body, and turns just in time to hear another pod draining and another person choking around the breathing tube. she isn't alone. working in overtime, nic scans the room for something to cover herself. she finds a towel, quickly wraps it around herself, and she's already mustering every bit of self defensive magic she remembers (which, admittedly, isn't much) when a figure drops in front of her. she stares for a moment, confused, and then drops to his side as she grabs his hand to make sure he's okay. ]
Tris, what the fuck?
[ an apt way to say hello, really. ]
_(:3 JL)_
The minute he opens his eyes, he isn't breathing, he's choking, and he's fucking upside down and upended and the moment his consciousness returns to him he's spat out onto the floor coated in a stubstance that he can only describe as what ectoplasm used to feel like on the tips of his mother's fingers, running out of her nose after a particularly difficult spell. He's sprawled out on the floor, slapped hard onto it and the first thing he thinks is cold, I'm so fucking cold. ]
Fuck this--fuck!
[ He manages out before there's someone dropping to their knees and he's trying to shift onto his back--screw being naked. There's a hand on his, a familiar voice,and he's looking at Nic's eyes and her hair clinging to her face with the same goop that he's coated in. He takes the heel of his hand and wipes it over his mouth, slicks back his hair that's falling into his yes and he's trying not to cough and sputter more.
He's already balls out on the floor and any attempt to dig his heels in has just gotten him looking like a slippery fish on a dock trying to escape a gutting. ]
Nic--what the fuck...[ he eyeballs her to make sure she's not some dream, maybe even digs his fingers into her skin a little bit. Not a dream? Might be a dream? A really convincing one? We'll find out. He swallows and it tastes bitter, like bile. He bites down on his tongue a minute, feeling the rattle through his teeth because there's a breeze slipping in through the shattered window of... whatever this place is, all metal and tubes. He grabs onto her a little more, and maybe drags himself a little into a sitting position. Standing seems dangerous. ] Please tell me we're... [ he trails off, but this is totally not real, right?
He might need a towel. ]
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We're not high. [ she tries to sound decisive as she says it, but her voice shakes too much and she just looks worried as she checks his pulse, and rather invasively holds open one of his eyes to stare into them for a moment (watching his pupils dilate, not that she's told him that much) and tugs open his mouth to check for goop with no apology whatsoever.
she's satisfied that he's not immediately in threat of dying though, and somewhat relaxes as she squeezes his hand again. ] I have no fucking clue whats going on.
[ the admission is rough, and she looks around them for a moment before her eyes fall back to tris - and oh yeah, towel or something might be nice. she quickly reaches out for one of the other ones she found, slightly more torn up and damaged than hers, but it'll have to do. she'd make some joke about there not being much to cover up, but well- it's not quite the right time for it. ] Are you alright?
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I like air. And breathing.
[ He says it more to himself than to her and he keeps a hand in hers while grabbing the towel from her and starting to mop up the mess where it's stickiest--his chest, his stomach, further down. Everything's fucking cold and he just wants to get clean again, but right now this'll have to do.
When he finally lets go of her hand, it's with a long squeeze himself. He needs to clean up more and tuck whatever's left of the towel around him so he can get at least a little traction when he sits up okay. He looks at her now, a little clearer, breathing more evenly now. ]
Been better... had worse hangovers, though.
[ He pulls her in, and whatever if it's still a little sticky, he's going to hug her anyways. ]
'Bout you? You okay?