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Nicholas D. Wolfwood ([personal profile] fullofmercy) wrote2012-06-04 12:16 pm

Between the wasteland and the sky

It's truly strange, wheeling the Angelina II out of the garage and under the double suns of Gunsmoke, making him squint even behind his dark glasses.  Human beings aren't meant to travel that way, he's totally, one hundred percent positive of that. Motorbikes, spaceships--hell, even Thomases are preferable. He likes to see where he's going, he likes to know how he's getting there.  Magic doors and multiversal travel are more than he's really comfortable with.

Yeah. But maybe just a little of the disorientation has to do with the place he's reappearing; a little wishful thinking to get him through the sinking feeling in his stomach. Hey, honey, he thinks, gloomy. I'm home.

It's early; one sun has managed to clear the horizon but the other is still only a wavering, fiery line bleeding reddish gold streaks across the infinite waves of dune after dune. A few houses, weathered clapboard, stand between him and the open desert. The morning breeze ruffling the few faded, flowered curtains already has a hint of the coming heat, a little vibrant edge to it, promises of the spike that comes once the second sun rises and burns over the planet for another day. Not a single cloud mars the unbroken smoothness of the sky.

Behind him, around him, the little town is just beginning to wake up. Vendors are opening their shop doors, mothers are coming out of their houses to hang rugs and wash on the porch rails or clothesline, men are greeting each other with silent nods on their way to whatever job they've managed to hold onto. Every one of them is gray and colorless, clothing faded with many washings and hours upon hours of harsh sunlight. Even their faces seem gray and lined.  Still, they smile, they shake hands. Even here, where the sand is already beginning to creep up onto their doorsteps, people continue to believe that everything will turn out all right. They have to--how else could they get themselves up in the mornings?

He finds it insulting. He finds it inspiring. It's the most unbelievable thing he's ever seen--the ability of humans to continue daily life under the constant threat of complete extinction.

He half-turns to his right, one hand in his pocket, fingers of the other already searching in his breast pocket for his pack of smokes, teasing one battered cigarette out, and casts his glance over Michael.

"Well," he says, and sticks the unlit cigarette between his lips. "Home sweet home."
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
When Michael steps back into the bar from Miami - he says his good-bye to William and then heads for the garage. It'll be a quick trip as far as anyone waiting for him is concerned, with plenty of room for them to get back and catch a bite before heading back to the Wasteland - which Michael even mentally calls 'Ellen's Wasteland' after stepping through the door to the gray-brown desert of Wolfwood's world.

It reminds him of a lot of the places he's seen; war torn villages in Iraq and Afghanistan where the fighting hasn't stopped in decades and the people continue on their merry way - places where a car bomb could kill a dozen people outside a mosque and the next day they'd be talking about an impending wedding as the women stirred pots and the men waited for military to roll through town again. The thought brings a bitter, coppery taste to the back of his throat.

For all his rage about what had happened back home and the all-too-familiar sensation of a place that by all logic should have rolled over and died by now, he could be himself twenty years ago.

After checking the gun tucked into the back of his jeans, Michael nods and quietly replies; "Fun."
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
No stranger to the heat, but a little put off by the pair of suns lingering against the clear sky, Michael nods as Wolfwood explains. A sand steamer, he guesses, isn't much different from a train - which is an improvement to the camels he's sort of expecting.

When the door slams shut, he raises an eyebrow over the frame of his glasses; "They don't like strangers? Or have you made a few friends with the locals?"
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael withdraws a battered billfold from his back pocket and silently thanks years of training for reminding him that other worlds don't take Visa. Not that he has one of those anymore either. Still, Bar's currency conversion alone is a spy's wet dream - there are few things more annoying than trying to convert a grand in US dollars without valid ID or getting half exchange rate on the street.

The "STORE" seems like the sort of place where if you have to ask how much something costs, you're gonna get ripped off. Better to play it safe like he's traveling but familiar.

"I got this one, Padre - how much I still owe you? Should be more than enough to cover the tickets and a meal."
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael smiles, tongue tucked in his cheek - he's gotta admit, his new acquaintance is pretty slick. And this Vash character gets a little more interesting every time his name's brought up.

Sort of reminds him what happens when you drop the name 'Michael Westen' in the right parts of St. Petersberg.

He flips over the cash and then holds out another ten to Wolfwood, eyeing him through the amber lenses of his shades; "A debts a debt, friend. Consider us even. For now."
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's amazing what a little bit of actual currency can do." He mutters with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he examines the ticket. "Not that striking mortal terror into the hearts of shopkeepers isn't fun."

He comes off a little more bitter than he actually feels, hell - if the guy's fine with being a pariah that's his business, but Michael's found it easier to befriend people that control things like getting on a train.

"Gotta say, it's a little strange to be working with a beacon - I'm a bit more used to being invisible."
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael snorts and nods; "I'll keep that in mind, back on Earth it'll open any door - no questions asked. Not that I mind being seen as a crook."

He's starting to get the hang of not expecting reality to work the same way in places. It's a slow process.

"When's the train?"
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael regards the dust cloud with a mild nod; considering the question. As usual, he knows his role on this job. He's an extra set of hands and eyes - and doesn't like to look of nervous man one bit.

Still, he answers softly; "I'm a good guy, but one who understands that there's rarely a clean answer to a situation." He considers the man-purse with thirteen grand still sitting in his room back at the bar and what he knew Barry did to get him that money. "The difference is in knowing when it's right to do what's wrong."
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
And even when there is time, options are typically limited. And he hates to admit it, but there have been a few too many times that line has been crossed.

As they board the train, he shifts from one foot to the other - digging his pistol into the small of his back but ensuring the weapon is concealed enough as he takes care to board first.

"The bodyguard's a problem," he whispers under the din of the steamer and passengers stowing their goods.
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-05 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Michael follows easily enough, keeping a close eye on the pair as long as they're in his line of sight.

"I should have worn black, could have said I'm your altar boy." It's only a slight tease, one he probably wouldn't understand that would have had Sam wetting himself holding back the giggles. As frustrated as he still is with life, it's hard to pass up a good clergy joke in any universe.

Still, he squares up his shoulders as they enter the cafeteria and scans the room for anything potentially useful.
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-06 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Acting on impulse, Michael rolls off the bunk and crouches out of sight, feeling around to identify where he is before silently drawing his 9mm and flicking off the safety.

"You thinking a robbery?" He asks quietly, eyes locked on the doors and waiting for them to open; "Or that they're after the girl?"
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-06 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Micheal closes his eyes a long moment as the bastard makes his announcement, going over the layout of the steamer in his head. When the system clicked off, the sound of panic began to start.

"How many do you think there are?"

It's a matter of numbers, if there's less than four - it's worth the danger of going in just the two of them even with the hostages. More than that... not gonna happen.
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-07 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
That really isn't good. But, his logic's sound enough. he's run crazier gambits on his own.

"If they know we're here and armed they'll take it out on the hostages." He whispers, "We should move quickly and only fire if we absolutely have no choice."

He pushes up on his feet and shifts close to Wolfwood, tucking his pistol into the back of his jeans and then untucking his shirt. "If it comes down to it, send me in as a hostage - I'm a lot cleaner than everyone else... I could probably pull off a rich idiot and take them from the inside if it comes to it."
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[personal profile] luvs_yogurt 2012-06-07 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
The chance to bust a few heads is a hard one to ignore, especially the kind of garbage that uses kids for leverage.

A slow smile curls the corners of his lips and he replies easily; "Fifteen forms of hand to hand combat at master level. Specialization on improvisational tactics."

Sam once said his body is a deadly weapon... Michael didn't argue.

"I'm pretty sure I'll be fine."

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