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tvk2012-06-05 03:24 pm
hellburner) wrote in tvk2012-06-05 03:24 pm
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[Rider wasn't one to angst and cry over losses like some people. Oh, no. That wasn't her style.]
Prospero, I'm not a woman who likes to screw around and repeat herself. So I'll ask this once. Just once, and if I don't get a satisfactory answer I might just start wrecking shit.
Where.
Is.
Nathan.
Drake.
[Her coping mechanism was anger and threats.]
[Some time after that call, Rider could be found on the deck of her still rather banged-up ship in the harbor--slumped in a chair over a small table she set up when it wasn't sailing. Usually she enjoyed blasting terrible music from a radio set upon it, but today the only thing on it was an alarming number of empty glass bottles.]
...fuckin' city.
[Anger, threats of violence, and alcohol were perfectly good coping mechanisms in her book, thank you very much.]
Prospero, I'm not a woman who likes to screw around and repeat herself. So I'll ask this once. Just once, and if I don't get a satisfactory answer I might just start wrecking shit.
Where.
Is.
Nathan.
Drake.
[Her coping mechanism was anger and threats.]
[Some time after that call, Rider could be found on the deck of her still rather banged-up ship in the harbor--slumped in a chair over a small table she set up when it wasn't sailing. Usually she enjoyed blasting terrible music from a radio set upon it, but today the only thing on it was an alarming number of empty glass bottles.]
...fuckin' city.
[Anger, threats of violence, and alcohol were perfectly good coping mechanisms in her book, thank you very much.]
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Somethin' bothering you, or do you run the risk of alcohol poisoning daily?
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[To both.]
It's bad form to board a ship without the captain's permission. That kind of stuff could get you shot.
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Feel like talking about it?
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Now, tell me you can be a reasonable woman and not drown you sorrows in alcohol. Because that isn't going to do anything but make you feel worse in the morning.
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You're right. There's no way I'd give birth to someone so stupid. My child would use their anger and sadness to actually be productive in some way.
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[Just to make that clear.]
[Waver walked on deck and over to the small table as though he had every right to be there, and pulled up a chair. He took several of the empty bottles that were cluttering its surface and moved them to a lower position, and replaced them with a thermos.]
[Two cups followed, both of which were filled with fresh-brewed tea from the thermos. One cup was placed before Rider, the other was in Waver's hand when he took a seat.]
[They were English. Tea was the only appropriate response to misfortune.]
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...isn' right to just waltz on to someone's ship without asking first.
[But she'll be drinking that tea all the same, thank you very much.]
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[Your hangover is going to be prodigious tomorrow, Rider. Not even tea will save you now.]
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[Damn right.]
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[He could have, perhaps, tried harder, but... well. Perhaps there was a part of him that didn't want her to stop coming, even if it meant losing his possessions.]
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[Shrug.]
Fine, whatever. Keep deluding yourself, you're not the only one doing so around here.
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[He took a sip of tea.]
Pot, kettle, black, Drake. Perhaps you should stop deluding yourself into thinking that drowning your troubles will do anything other than leave you with a bad hangover.
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[He remembers the last time he cried, to the day, hour, and minute. He has not shed tears in over a decade since.]
I suppose. [For some reason, the tea feels thick in his throat.] But there is no shame in grief, Drake.
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If not... then what reason do you have to be ashamed of mourning the loss of someone you cared for?
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I'm not mourning. I'm pissed off with myself because I'm actually a massive fuckup.
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[You can be pissed and grieving, Rider. The two aren't mutually exclusive.]
I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate. Why would you call yourself a fuckup?
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[She drained the rest of her tea, speaking far more openly than she did with anyone else--well, except maybe Shakespeare.]
Thing is, he admired 'Francis Drake'. And that's me, but...also kind of not me. [She opened yet another bottle as she spoke, not really caring who knew the Big Secret at this point.]
I wanted to tell him. Stupid kid deserved to know just what he was admiring--history books gloss over all the ugly bits and skip some other parts entirely. I don't make any secret of the fact that I'm a lying, stealing murderer.
What I do make a secret of is that I'm only 'Francis Drake' from a certain perspective.
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[He'd always thought that Francis Drake was supposed to be male. But there was something about a red-haired woman with a scar on her face that struck him as familiar-- something that he should be making the connection to, but wasn't.]
[Hadn't there been a rumor about the queen...]
[The question was plain as day on his face, but even he thought it was too fantastic to ask.]
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[Queen Elizabeth is kickin' back in a chair with her jacket half-open and chugging a bottle of rum.]
[What now?]
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[Sip. His brain was processing this information.]
That makes you the second royal that I've seen without enough clothes on.
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Point is, I never got the chance to tell the stupid kid just who it was he was admiring.
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Of course, I would know nothing about having someone disappear before you could tell them something important.
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Oh, shut up.
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[Give it a second, she's not nearly sober enough to be witty.]
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And yet you won't. Calm your righteous indignation, Drake.
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