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oli/madi ([personal profile] runawayballista) wrote in [community profile] sunchime2016-12-26 04:04 pm

☆ call-out post

call me out

Milly
Baten Kaitos (CRAU)
bombsheltered

By night: Starbreaker, cyborg superhero. By day: cyborg trust fund baby and barista.

Lina Inverse
Slayers
dragonswag

Beautiful sorcery genius, dragon spooker, every monster and innocent village's worst nightmare.

Agent York
Red vs. Blue (AU)
neverknocks


Special agent, infiltration expert, professional smartass.

Cordelia Naismith
The Vorkosigan Saga
fontofhonor

Survey astrocartographer turned Countess Vorkosigan with emotional x-ray vision.

Miles Vorkosigan
The Vorkosigan Saga
forwarmomentum


A manic mailbomb of a human being living two very exciting lives.

Padma Vorpatril
The Vorkosigan Saga
sometimesnotsober

Handsome, affable, and well-practiced in the ancient Vor art of day drinking. Dead at 35.

Jake Peralta
Brooklyn 99
titleofyoursextape (voice testing)

Ace detective. Terrible adult. Encyclopedic knowledge of 80s action movies.

Dr. Micah Niadem
The Vorkosigan Saga (OC)
withanh

Excitable Betan Survey geologist and liquor connoisseur. They're really, really into rocks.

Sonia Vorbarra
The Vorkosigan Saga
vorbratta
Willful princess, war survivor, expert prankster. She can start a rumor like nobody's business, especially when it's none of hers.


withanh: (Default)

what hte fuck i wrote this tag and never posted it

[personal profile] withanh 2018-09-15 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Micah blinks at him -- they have a very good memory, and granted it's better with faces than names, but a sliver of remembrance comes to the surface. The urgency of the situation hasn't escaped them. They give Eames a quick, decisive nod.

"That sounds like a solid plan," they say, trying not to sound too obviously relieved. "Let's get out of here. I hope you've got a fast ship."
falsify: (keiran//004)

how dare you. (they said 10 days later)

[personal profile] falsify 2018-09-24 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Faster than anything this crew has, certainly." It's a passive comment as Eames looks around to judge the fastest route back to the docking bay from here. He'd spent a little while looking over ship blueprints, but given the time constraints, it's not exactly as if he could memorise the whole thing.

Left is probably good. He thinks it was mostly storage down that hallway, should be fine. Eames gestures with a tip of his head for Micah to follow him that way and offers them a gun of their own. It's a gesture of trust more than it is that he expects Micah to actually shoot anyone-- it's loaded and working. Hopefully they won't elect to just kill him and steal his ship.
withanh: (pic#11298662)

IM A WINNER

[personal profile] withanh 2018-10-07 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Micah blanches a little at the sight of the gun and, with a slightly embarrassed, nervous smile, shakes their head, holding their hands up. "Better in your hands than mine," they say quietly. "I think I'm more likely to be a danger than a help with one of those."

Sorry, Eames, Micah is a huge weenie and doesn't do guns. They could steal the ship and fly out of here no problem, sure, but they're not going to. Having a guy who can do guns around is extremely helpful right now.

They keep close to him as the two of them turn toward the left. Distant sounds make the hairs stand on the back of their neck -- pursuers, alerted security? Or just other people on the ship going about their business. "Where to now?"
falsify: (keiran//004)

Re: IM A WINNER

[personal profile] falsify 2018-10-25 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
That's fine, Eames just nods and sticks it in a holster. At least they know he's willing to trust them with a weapon, that's gotta be worth something.

Or not. Eames isn't really thinking about it right now. Security's pretty tight on this ship, an alarm should go off any second now and he wants to be as close to the docking bay as possible.

"This wa--" speak of the devil. He's cut off by a voice (the captain's, he assumes,) demanding any available security make their way to the holding cells. That's fine. That's cool. "They're onto us. Ship's probably going to go into lockdown as soon as they see you're not in your cell."

He picks up the pace a little, at this point speed is better than stealth, and glances at Micah with his eyebrows raised questioningly. "How fast can you run?"
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[personal profile] withanh 2018-11-24 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Micah can't help it -- hearing the security announcement makes them freeze just a second, grabbing their nerves by the fistful and squeezing tight. But they catch their breath and look back at Eames with an uneasy smile.

"Well, it's been a few years since college, but I was on Silica University's track team."
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[personal profile] falsify 2018-11-25 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly? Sounds like they can probably book it faster than him. He's not gonna say it though, just in case somebody gets any funny ideas about leaving him behind.

"Hangar's a straight shot forward from here and then down two floors," Eames slows a little to check if there's a stun setting on the gun and glances back at Micah, "just make sure to keep moving, alright? I'll deal with anyone if they get in the way."
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[personal profile] withanh 2019-08-23 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Micah can hear their heart thudding in their ears now, but they take in a deep breath and nod. It's like the five hundred meter dash, except there are armed guards along the way. That, and Micah has no real proof that Eames is who he says he is, but they're willing to take the chance at this point.

"They took me up through the lift. I don't think I'll have a hard time finding it." They tense, poised to start bolting in earnest, but pause to look briefly at Eames. "Thank you," they say breathlessly, and take off at a dead run.
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[personal profile] falsify 2019-08-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Eames follows at a decent clip, running, but not so fast he can't keep an eye out for anyone coming after them.

Micah's faster than he expected, at one point Eames stops to shoot someone coming around a corner (just to put them out of commission, it's not a kill shot,) and when he looks up he loses track of them for a moment. It's a worrying moment, he likes Micah and he's being paid a lot to get them home safe, but he catches sight of them and, well he'd be relieved if he had the time.

There's definitely some gunshots behind Micah, the occasional shout — sometimes anger, sometimes pain, at least one that sounds more shocked and offended than anything — but Eames does a decent job following their lead. He just really hopes Micah has at least some idea where they're going.
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[personal profile] withanh 2019-10-10 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Even in the panic, Micah knows exactly where they're going -- they turn a corner and they can see the hangar lift at the end of the hall. Every gunshot behind them sends a fresh jolt to their senses, and the urge to turn and look back out of curiosity is strong at times, but not nearly as strong as Micah's fight-or-flight reaction. They all but skid to a halt in front of the hangar lift and immediately open-palm slams the down button. The door...does not yet open.

Judging by the faint grating sounds from below, it's on its way, but that doesn't stop Micah from repeatedly hitting the button again in desperation, finally glancing back down the hall at Eames with a very what do we do now face.
falsify: (keiran//002)

[personal profile] falsify 2019-10-11 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
When he catches up, Eames spares a moment to frown about the fact the lift isn't here yet, but it's fine. It's good. It's not like all the security personnel on this ship know exactly where they're going.

He'll just... meat-shield and hope. Eames moves to stand in front of Micah so he's between them and anyone who comes down the hallway, the fabric of his clothes audibly straining as he bulks a little just to make sure he's covering them.

"So," he checks the charge on his gun and then glances at Micah over his shoulder with a light smirk, "how's things?"
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[personal profile] withanh 2019-10-16 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Mashing the elevator button always works in video games, but this is not a game, and there are men with guns fast approaching. Micah swallows a nervous laugh.

"Oh, you know -- defended my most recent dissertation, decided to take a sabbatical for some more research, got kidnapped to -- I don't know, probably work on some doomsday device or something." It wouldn't be the first time! When will people learn. "What about you? Do anything interesting lately besides, er -- wearing someone else's face?"
falsify: (keiran//012)

[personal profile] falsify 2019-10-23 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Got a new jump drive," he half wonders if putting Micah in front wouldn't be smarter. They're precious goods after all, but glancing back at them over his shoulder, he can't tell whether or not that'd just end up with Micah having a panic attack on the floor.

Eh. Good thing he's probably got significantly more live fire experience and a biological advantage over all these guards. It means his aim doesn't waver all that much when folks start rounding the corners after them,

God this sucks.

"Here's hoping we get out of her soon so we can take it for a spin."
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[personal profile] withanh 2019-12-30 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
“A new jump drive? Which one?” For a moment, academic excitement banishes the fear from Micah’s face, replaced with one of abject, intent curiosity. Sometimes all you have to do is mention something even tangential to wormhole physics to take Micah’s mind off the present. “That research I just mentioned, it’s actually regarding the dynamics of—“

Nothing like gunfire to bring one right back to the present, of course. Micah sucks in a breath and moves to press themself flat against the wall just as the elevator doors part in some technological divine intervention. Micah immediately ducks inside. “Ride’s here!”
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[personal profile] falsify 2020-01-03 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Eames huffs a slight laugh at Micah's questions. It probably says more about him than he's entirely comfortable with that it's something he finds endearing, but it's not like that's something Eames plans to give any thought to. Especially not when the bulk of his attention is on those seconds between him backing into the lift after Micah and the doors closing when he hits the button. In here is the most vulnerable they're going to be and he doesn't like it.

But the doors do close and there's the gentle hum of the elevator's descent in the background while Eames desperately hopes they're not going to be greeted with guns in their faces when those doors open.

"It's a modified CCX-DS-8," he finally answers, entirely nonchalant as he checks the gun in his hands. It's a drive that was set to be a big deal in various militaries, but no-one was interested in buying it for what it was worth after word got out that blueprints and a prototype had been stolen.

It's also supposed to be for ships bigger than the one Eames is leading Micah to, which certainly looks like just an escape pod from the outside. But that's not what's important here.
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[personal profile] withanh 2020-01-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Modified how?" Micah even almost forgets their unease around guns, watching Eames's face rather than his hands. And by whom, since Micah knows Eames isn't an engineer by trade. But they go silent when the elevator creaks to a halt on the hangar deck, staring out as the doors grind open.

And no guns jump out to greet them. Micah lets out a provisional breath and leans slightly to glance out the side of the elevator, but doesn't move otherwise. They look over at Eames uncertainly.

"Maybe they haven't alerted security on this level yet?"
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well i sure hope this works for you

[personal profile] falsify 2020-06-09 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"You'll see," is his response, accompanied by a wink as he gets Micah to his ship and gets the door open quick as he can. Once they're in, it'll be pretty easy to see the engine that takes up much too much space; it's not exactly an expert job but definitely someone who has a good idea what they're doing has fitted the thing so it won't blow out the ship's systems whilst maintaining most of the speed and manoeuvrability it was designed for.

None of this is anything that Eames cares about right now. He's in a hurry to get out of here, rushing back and forth to get Micah onboard, manually open the hangar, and get back to the jumpship without being sucked into space. Which he manages, just about, and knowing nobody's gonna be able to come down here without suiting up gives him some breathing room to get things up and running. (In the interest of maintaining that breathing room, he gently shushes Micah at the first indication of any questions.) Time to get out of here.

It's smooth sailing once they're out of the hangar bay, it's not like these kidnappers are willing to use lethal force, and the pod is a small target with an excellent pilot. Granted, being a retrofitted escape pod, it doesn't have the best internal gravity system, but it's fine. Eames is managing just okay. Easily outmanoeuvreing the larger ship and the few pilots sent out after them. It doesn't take long at all before he's confident they're home free and Eames is making the journey to the port where his own ship is docked.

At the speed this thing can move, it's less than a day's travel to get there, not long at all before he's 'docking' at the ship's main cargo hold and running through several layers of security to get them on board. It is significantly more spacious on the actual ship, (not that that's hard,) and it come to life with a low hum that feels like home to Eames, tension easing out of him as he moves through this space that's his.

He's not quite ready to pay full attention to Micah just yet. There's a display on the wall toward the exit to the ship proper, mostly for logging inventory but they can run quick diagnostics from it too-- he just wants to have a quick look and make sure everything's running okay since nobody's been onboard for a few days. Shifting as he moves without considering that Micah's never seen him do it before, back to himself in his stolen (and uncomfortable) clothes by the time he reaches the panel.