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first adversity | video/action.

[Do you guys enjoy these things turning on randomly? Well, have another feed.

It turns on but the sight is rather dark, to dark to figure out. There's a small groan for a moment and the screen turns, and it appears that the phone is on its side. Its in an alley somewhere, but that's not the weird part.

Its the guy covered in blood that's bracing himself against the wall. He's in the corner of the screen, struggling it seems, wherever it is. It looks like he's covered in snow too, but the red is sticking out because of it. Holding his abdomen, there's a grimace as he walks past the phone. LUCKY HIM. What's life done to screw him over now? ]

What the hell's... [Ready for this? One step, two steps... Three steps... Floor.

The feed cuts out.]

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[Look his ass is not that big-- wait, what?]

Well, sorry! [A little more life, but he's kind of hostile. He's convinced that the enemy's around here looking for him still.] The next time I decide to get shot in the stomach, I'll give a warning!

[Okay not a good idea to shout and throw a tantrum--he is dizzy.]

Big deal, so you got shot. Quit screaming at me or you might just die.

Big deal? Are you made of Kevlar, lady? [Honestly? He might rather be dead once he's told just where and why he's here.]

And what's that supposed to mean?

If 'Kevlar' is some new word for 'awesome', then yes.

And I mean if you keep shouting you're gonna just bleed faster.

.. No. Its not. [He makes a face at her, confused as hell.]

And I know that!-- ugh.

...tch. You're pretty damn lucky, stranger. I'm feeling generous today.

[And hoping she'll get something out of this.]

C'mon, I'll fix you up. Or at least make sure you don't die right away.

[And with a surprising amount of strength given her appearance, Rider would just yank Nathan's arm over her shoulders and drag him in the direction of the hotel.]

What's that suppose--[OKAY woman who looked like she couldn't? Now supporting him, dragging him somewhere. Holy crap.]

Does this kind of thing happen a lot?

Dumbasses getting themselves hurt? Probably.

Not that! [It comes out as a hiss and he has to lower his voice a little. Ow.]

I mean the-- helping people like this. You sound like you've turned away some of them...

Do I look like a doctor to you? There's plenty of others that can handle that stuff.

...Then why are you helping me? [This face. WHAT IS HIS LIFE.]

I'm bored.

... Great. [He's just.. going to stagger with her. It could be worse! So much worse.] I'm okay with that answer.

Good to know. [Yep, she's hauling your ass all the way to her hotel room like it ain't nothin'.]

So what's your name, stranger?

[Excrement to hit bladed whirling device in 3...2...]

Uh, Nate. Nathan Drake. [What is this, his manly feelings are just going away along with his self-esteem. WELL THEN. A sigh and he just goes along with it.]

What about you?

...Drake. [Rider dragged him into her hotel room and dropped him in a chair, turning to find a first aid kit...but not before casting a suspicious look over her shoulder.]

Francis Drake.

[He's quiet when she says Drake--maybe she's just messing with him, mocking his name because really, who hasn't? When she finishes however, his eyes widen and he nearly falls out of the chair, leaning over an arm of it.]

You-- ... As in Sir Francis Drake?

The very same. El Draque herself.

Shut up and hold still--wait, you still got a bullet in there? I might have to think about charging you if I have to take it out.

[>implying she wasn't thinking about it anyway.]

How is that.. You.. You have pink hair! You've gotta be shitting me!

[He's falling against the back of the chair, a hand to his head. Everything he's believed, a lie. Wait-- how is she... His thought process is shot.] Wait, that doesn't make sense! You'd have to be hundreds of years old!

This... It is the twentieth century, right?

...dunno, is it? ~~[Did that foot-long ahoge just wiggle? Nah, probably your imagination. Blood loss, man.]~~ I never bothered to check a calendar when I got here. Quit shouting and hold still.

[FUCK IT, YOU'RE GETTIN' BANDAGED.]

[He is torn between curling up in the chair and just passing out from the blood loss. JUST SAYING. What just-- FRANCIS DRAKE HAS A WHAT] I-- how.. You're really Francis Drake?

Where did you first set sail? [SORRY INTERROGATION ATTEMPTS while you're helping him. This is Nathan.]

From the port of 'shut the hell up Nathan Drake' in the year 'or you're gonna bleed to death'. With my dumbass second cousin John.

[... Oh damnit. He's just. Kind of going to give in and fall back, nearly limp at this. So everything he's read, all the adventures, the tales, even the journal. It was all a woman-- with pink hair.

At least he's not gone enough to think he might be a woman at this rate. For the most part.]

Ah-- ahaha. right...

[Something like that? Bandages too tight? Too bad. Dammit Nate, I'm a pirate not a doctor.]

So who're you supposed to be? Some relative or some shit like that?

[HE CAN TAKE IT--it hurts, but he can take it. He sits up a little when she finishes and man oh man, how does he say that he's been claiming to be her descendant but he doesn't know for sure?]

... Descendant. [That--works too!] How long have you been here? How are you even here?

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