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deusexmechanic[Video clicks, on, and Harper looks so freakin' agitated there are just no words. He's stalking through the halls, holding up his comm in front of him as he goes. Because yes, he's going to go hide in the engine room and argue with the universe there, where it's safe.]
Okay, let's just get this straight right now. Tyr? The big guy with all the hair and the muscles?
[He gives a vague gesture, as if trying to indicate height, before pointing sharply at the camera]
He does not get into the engine room, ever. You got that? And, anyone lets him in? You don't get back in either. I made enough mistakes trusting that asshole on the Andromeda, we are not gonna make the same mistakes here.
[That ends in a literal snarl of a sound, and it's probably pretty clear that 'we' is Harper referring to the guys who work in the engine room (yay secret club!). The rest of the Barge is only getting to see this at all because he's not thinking straight.]
[For a split second, Harper glances up at something out off shot, then the camera angle suddenly takes a really unhealthy lurch. There's a short scuffle of confused sound and unsteady, unfocused visuals, then a low, vibrating thud, and the camera slowly begins to focus again. Remember those lovely bone blades that you got to see in Tyr's introductory post? Well, right now the barge is getting a beautiful close up of them being held a couple of centimeters from Harper's neck. The next voice recorded is that of Tyr Anasazi, and the motherfucker sounds obnoxiously calm:]
Who do you think you are, Harper? This is not your ship.
[There are some deep breaths, like someone trying and failing to keep themselves calm, and then you get Harper's voice again, growing progressively more angry:]
Yeah, well, since we're kind in the absence of any particularly specific command here, I figured I'd resort to a little territorial pissing. Might not be my ship, but it is my engine room
[Sorry other engine guys. Harper called it first. For a moment Tyr doesn't respond, but the footage shows the blades press forward, closing the already small gap between the points of bone and Harper's neck. They don't draw any blood, but the pressure is there, and so's the threat.]
You can't mark anything without being able to defend it, boy. And you, [Tyr's voice finally sinks down to a low growl] are absolutely unable to defend anything. Remember that."
[Then the blades withdraw. For a moment, the camera angle drops and you get a view of some cargo pants, or a flash of black leather, retreating out of shot. Then, wordlessly, Harper kills the feed.]
[OOC: Gonna be spamming out the remainder of this interaction in the comments with Kota, Harper will totally reply to comments, but you can imagine that that it'll be a bit later when he's calmed down. I feel I should make clear that Harper DOESN'T NEED RESCUING HERE, but after he and Tyr are done bitch fighting he'll be going to the Engine room, so feel free to spam him either there, or in the corridor en route, if you've got a character who'd want to intervene.]
Okay, let's just get this straight right now. Tyr? The big guy with all the hair and the muscles?
[He gives a vague gesture, as if trying to indicate height, before pointing sharply at the camera]
He does not get into the engine room, ever. You got that? And, anyone lets him in? You don't get back in either. I made enough mistakes trusting that asshole on the Andromeda, we are not gonna make the same mistakes here.
[That ends in a literal snarl of a sound, and it's probably pretty clear that 'we' is Harper referring to the guys who work in the engine room (yay secret club!). The rest of the Barge is only getting to see this at all because he's not thinking straight.]
[For a split second, Harper glances up at something out off shot, then the camera angle suddenly takes a really unhealthy lurch. There's a short scuffle of confused sound and unsteady, unfocused visuals, then a low, vibrating thud, and the camera slowly begins to focus again. Remember those lovely bone blades that you got to see in Tyr's introductory post? Well, right now the barge is getting a beautiful close up of them being held a couple of centimeters from Harper's neck. The next voice recorded is that of Tyr Anasazi, and the motherfucker sounds obnoxiously calm:]
Who do you think you are, Harper? This is not your ship.
[There are some deep breaths, like someone trying and failing to keep themselves calm, and then you get Harper's voice again, growing progressively more angry:]
Yeah, well, since we're kind in the absence of any particularly specific command here, I figured I'd resort to a little territorial pissing. Might not be my ship, but it is my engine room
[Sorry other engine guys. Harper called it first. For a moment Tyr doesn't respond, but the footage shows the blades press forward, closing the already small gap between the points of bone and Harper's neck. They don't draw any blood, but the pressure is there, and so's the threat.]
You can't mark anything without being able to defend it, boy. And you, [Tyr's voice finally sinks down to a low growl] are absolutely unable to defend anything. Remember that."
[Then the blades withdraw. For a moment, the camera angle drops and you get a view of some cargo pants, or a flash of black leather, retreating out of shot. Then, wordlessly, Harper kills the feed.]
[OOC: Gonna be spamming out the remainder of this interaction in the comments with Kota, Harper will totally reply to comments, but you can imagine that that it'll be a bit later when he's calmed down. I feel I should make clear that Harper DOESN'T NEED RESCUING HERE, but after he and Tyr are done bitch fighting he'll be going to the Engine room, so feel free to spam him either there, or in the corridor en route, if you've got a character who'd want to intervene.]
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:20 am (UTC)...should I get some help?
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:29 am (UTC)Look, I'm prepared to waive that "let him in and you're banned" rule if you let him in under pain of death? But just try to keep him out, okay?
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:31 am (UTC)Are you sure you're okay?
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:53 am (UTC)And-- [sigh] yeah. If he killed people for takin' swings at his ego, then he wouldn't get through a day without dropping someone.
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:28 am (UTC)Did you really just bet against my ability to set up a defense system that could keep you out? Because unless you're planning on getting real well acquainted with the death toll here? That might be a position you want to rethink.
[Okay, so maybe he was exaggerating slightly here. With all the supplies of the Andromeda, Harper might have been able to put together internal defenses that could give Tyr a run for his money. On the Barge? Not so much. Not that there was any reason why Tyr needed to know that.]
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:33 am (UTC)Don't threaten me, Harper. [He pointed to the other man, considering pinning him against the wall again. However, he decided against it.] You're not going to get anywhere with it.
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:01 am (UTC)Stay out of the engine room, and there's no threat.
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:04 am (UTC)I don't think you're understanding what I'm telling you, Harper. You don't get to choose where I go or where I don't go.
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-06 01:04 am (UTC)[Snort.]
Hey, you wanna talk about monsters? You can eat your heart out with that guy.
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Date: 2010-10-06 09:57 am (UTC)I do not want to take part in such activities. It does not sound right.
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Date: 2010-10-06 04:23 pm (UTC)No, I don't mean you actually-- Look, it's a figure of speech. It means-- he's like, the best example I know of all the monster stuff you get so up in arms about.
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:14 am (UTC)And he will not enter the engine room while I am on duty if that is what you request.
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:27 am (UTC)And-- Thanks, Data. Sorry, I didn't mean to come across so-- uh--
[Crazy. Sorry he came across as totally crazy.]
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Date: 2010-10-06 01:30 am (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2010-10-06 01:45 am (UTC)I liked him.
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Date: 2010-10-06 02:47 am (UTC)He's...real?
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Date: 2010-10-06 03:45 am (UTC)He--
He was in that port. Right. I forgot he was in that port.
[PAUUUUSE.]
Not that my issues over this are looking particularly subtle right now? But please don't tell anyone? I just-- I need to figure this out. That's all.
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Date: 2010-10-06 10:29 am (UTC)I'll be around...if you need anything.
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Date: 2010-10-06 03:38 am (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2010-10-06 03:46 am (UTC)Yeah, I'm fine.
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Date: 2010-10-06 03:47 am (UTC)So who is that?
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Date: 2010-10-07 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
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