Seamus Zelazny Harper

Heebie-jeebie, this level of bickering is pretty ridiculous and people have been acting totally out of character.

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They have, have they?

[Aw crap. That does not bode well for him.]

Heh, well, interesting! I guess I turned up at a weird time then!

[...HE IS JUST DEFAULTING TO PRETENDING HE DOESN'T HAVE GOOD REASON TO SUSPECT REX. Clearly the need to cover up for Rex is like, muscle memory for him.]

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[Awww, defend your inmate, Harper.]

Guess so. Assuming things ever go back to normal, it's not really that bad a place.

... Weren't you here before?

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So people keep on telling me. I'm kinda drawing a blank on all of it so far though.

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Bummer. Must be really weird.

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Yeah, seriously. I don't know how I'm ever going to fix things with Rex, hell I'm not even one hundred percent sure what's broken...

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Do you know how long you were gone for?

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Fine. I may as well catch you up on things so you can forget them again.

[AKA: He's going to stab you with a needle :CCC]

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Don't put yourself out, I'll come to you.

[Annnnnd here he comes, knocking on your door. Like a dilligent and VERY WORRIED Warden :c]

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[DRY:] I'm delirious with excitement.

[And as Harper's on his way over, REX PREPARES A SYRINGE-FULL OF NANOMITES and promptly hides it up his sleeve like he did with Martha. Once Harper knocks on his door, he opens it and fixes his warden with a glower.]

Harper.

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Rex.

[Harper meets the glare with a big smile, like nothing in the world could be the matter.]

I did a little journal backreading before we got paired back up, so I've got some background down. I'm thinkin' we're like, adversarial friends, right? Right now with bonus adversary courtesy of Doctor Rex Lewis!

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We're not anything. [GLARE.] I hate you. [Rex is so mature. He moves back into the room so Harper can step inside.]

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Hey, at the very very least we're warden and inmate. [Harper reaches forward and gives Rex an affectionate clap on the arm, as he steps into the room. He scans his eyes around quickly, but there are no... immediately obvious weapons.] And, even if you hate me, that means I'm the one on the books to pry into what you've been doing lately, like, for instance, if you'd been pulling a little science experiment on some of the wardens?

[And now he glances to Rex a little more directly. Watching for his inmate's reaction.]

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[STARE.] A science experiment.

If I was to perform a science experiment, I would do it on the inmates.

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Or a bid for control of the Barge, maybe?

[Hands on hips, and staaaaring back at you, Rex..]

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I have no reason to want to control the Barge. [He pulled his communicator out to look at the time.] My. Less than five minutes, and you're already gearing up to accuse me of something. [Pocketing it, he looks back at Harper.] Aren't you, Harper?

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Don't you? Because uh, taking a glance over your file, I could think of a couple. Hell, taking a glance over your journal I could think of a couple.

[Harper clapped his hands at the mention of him gearing up to make an accusation.] Just like old times, right? But hey, don't think of this as an accusation, so much as a... Let's say observation that mind controlling people into being jerks? Kinda fits your M.O.

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Since you know me so well already, name them.

Yes, if I had access to a number of things that are strictly unavailable to me, then I could conceivably do something like that. [He walked towards his warden, watching him steadily.] But I don't. Nor do I suspect this is anything more than the wardens' typical lack of professionalism.

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Okay. Well, number one: Simple pursuit of power, this would be one hell of a ship if you could get control over it. Number two: No big surprise here, but you don't like being stuck here. Number three: You feel like you're getting jerked around. Almost everyone on board who's been important to you has been taken away.

[Up until this point, Harper had been counting the reasons off on his fingers, but now he dropped his hand down slightly.] And maybe lately you've not been thinking so clearly about it, but it's pretty obvious that you're still thinking about... Wichita, right? And maybe you hate me, maybe you always hated me, and I've got this all wrong, but It's pretty obvious to me, when I look back over the stuff I said to you? Or about you to other people? That I didn't hate you by a long shot. But she left, right? And then... that asshole? The vampire? He left too. And I left, and even though I'm back, it still sucks because I don't remember, and it's not the same, and I might forget again, and you don't wanna be here, or be good, or be a victim of whatever the hell this place wants to pull on you anymore. So you shut off your conscience and take things into your own hands. It's not that hard to do if you put your mind to it.

[Harper didn't back off, as Rex approached, instead, just folding his arms.]

Then you won't mind if I do a sweep of your room? Just, ya know, a little getting to know you invasion of your privacy?

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[He's just staring at Harper as his warden SORT OF GETS THINGS RIGHT.]

My sister. She left, too.

[But that's all he has to say on that. He sweeps his arm across the room.] Be my guest. It isn't as though my objection will mean anything.

[And he's going to stab you as soon as your back is turned, Harper.]

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[Sorry, Rex. Sometimes Harper is brainy :c]

Well, I wouldn't want you to think I don't trust you or anything...

[Harper replies lightly, before turning towards his inmates work surface to search the desk.]

So, uh, I must let you play with some techie stuff, right? I mean, I can't imagine that I'd cut you off...

[Just making conversation, bro.]

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Some. [It's such an innocent looking desk. SO INNOCENT. Just don't look at his computer. Or inside any drawers. NOT THAT IT WILL MATTER SOON. Rex slides the syringe down, holding it in his hand, although it's obscured from Harper's view for now.] What you don't provide, I've managed to find ways to obtain. I can be... quite resourceful.

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Yeah, I'll bet you can.

[Harper murmured, reaching for the first drawer. Jeeze, did Rex know how totally ominous that had sounded? No wonder he was used to Harper accusing him of stuff...]

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[Rex stares at his warden's back, then walks up RIIIIIIGHT behind him.] You shouldn't have left. [AND NOW IT'S STABBING TIME. He aims the syringe at Harper's neck, jamming it down.] Or returned.

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I shouldn't have wh--

[Harper half turns his head at the sudden appearence of Rex at his shoulder, before letting out an abrupt cry of pain as Rex drove the syringe down into his neck.]

You son of a bitch!

[Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. When the hell was Harper going to learn not to turn his back on anyone? He flailed one arm out, trying to shove Rex off him instinctively.]

Edited Date: 2011-03-17 02:41 am (UTC)

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[With the nanomites injected, Rex allows his warden to shove him away. It's too late to fight, anyway.] Redemption isn't for me, Harper. So you were right, after all. I'm running one great experiment before I escape, and you're going to help me.

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subtlescience

[Oh, Harper. He's getting over his dislike of you just to tell you:]

This is not normal behaviour.

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