six ☼ spam & audio

[deshabille]

spam } anya

[Mal goes to Anya first. Of course she goes to Anya first. Pietro, she thinks, would want her to know first - would want her to hold the news for a while before anyone else did.]

[She tracks her down in the library and stands with her legs braced apart, fingers tapping on her hips. There is an edge about her; she is doing her utmost to hover in frustration, rather than head straight into bloody rage.]

Anya.

private } erik

Pietro's gone. Thought you might like to know.

private } barbara

We need to speak in person.

public } voice

Pietro Maximoff has left the Barge. For good, it seems like.

Comments

[deshabille]

Ha. And leave you unpestered? I'd pine.

[tentacruelest]

Follow him out, Corporal. P'haps there will be someplace of use for you, seeing as you've done nothing worthy aboard this ship.

[deshabille]

You know, I don't think I will. I think I'll keep being unworthy right where I stand.

[tentacruelest]

I'll continue to hope in vain, then, and wait for the opportunity to remove you myself.

[deshabille]

At least you acknowledge to yourself that it is in vain.

[tentacruelest]

This ship delights in granting me vain hopes, and this situation is no diff'rent.

[deshabille]

And I delight in being a thorn in your side, sir, a thorn with a very long lifespan. Isn't that a thrilling prospect? You'll have to kill me to get me to stop - for a while, anyway.

[tentacruelest]

I'd tear your head from your body and bury them on separate continents if it were in my power to do so.

[deshabille]

You keep that dream alive, Captain. It's a lovely one.

Although that still wouldn't quite kill me. It'd be inconvenient.

[tentacruelest]

I live to inconvenience.

[deshabille]

You're learning, sir. Hope for you yet.