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[ Church didn't really see it as running away.

Maybe it was, technically, but he'd done it for his own good as much as he'd done it for Epsilon's. Omega had practically bared his teeth, spoke over Church until all he could make out was, he's so close he's so close I'll rip his spine out I'll fucking kill every person in this room until the blood sprays and their lungs collapse and their bones break -

And Gamma had been talking, too, weaving his way around him until Church couldn't focus on anything except the need to just get the fuck away, because all he was saying was, "He can do it, you know. He's stronger than you, and he can do it, and there'll be nothing you can do about it, and that'll be that."

Gamma sounded a lot more human than he remembered him being, talked to him like he were a person, and it drove Church a little insane, a little fucking nuts, but they were quiet now. He'd stapled them back in place, locked them up again, didn't know how the fuck he did it at all, but it was done, and he can breathe just fine.

And Wash had told him that he'd need to learn to deal with it, but dealing with it was fucking hard when he had a psychopath living inside his brain.

( God, what the hell, Leonard, who's in control here, really? )

He'd found a way on top of the cliff that hid the base directly beneath, and from there, he can spot where Caboose and the others are. None of them are currently within a viewable range, either because they were all inside or outside of his line of sight, but it's comforting all the same. Comforting because it's familiar, because it's something Church knows and recognizes, those red fucking whores, those annoying little bitches, and then.

Caboose.

And as much as he motherfucking hated all of those bitches, it's nice to just sit there and think about them.

So that's what he does, elbows resting on his knees, silent. ]

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You sent him to Caboose?

[ blink ]

Yes? He's been with Caboose this entire time already.

Yeah, but --

Nevermind.

[ just watching him ]

I didn't think you'd want him staying here the whole time.

Well, I don't want Caboose fucking him up, either.

[ Yeah Wash might have. Forgotten all about that. As evidenced by the sudden cloud of horror that passes over his face, the fingers that twitch automatically for his radio before he visibly controls himself. ]

...he's. He'll be alright.

Yeah, you know, you're probably right, man, it'll be fine.

[ When it comes to Epsilon it doesn't take a lot to freak Wash out. But he's got the radio and a private channel between them rigged up and Epsilon isn't so entirely helpless that he'd fall prey to one of Caboose's hideous teamkill habits. Presumably. Probably. He's still a combat rated AI.

Had been.

Before storage.

Before the crazy.

When he'd only been active when Wash was with him.

...if Caboose hurts him Wash will go down there and disembowel him with a rusty spoon and feed his entrails to the fish in the lake.

.........oh he'd said that last thing out loud, hadn't he. ]

We're gonna leave sometime, right? I need to talk to -- -- Sarge before we do.

Edited 2009-10-17 09:16 (UTC)

[ Locked up, gagged, and chained. Which. Is totally normal for someone of his background. That didn't mean he was crazy at all. Issues were not the same thing as crazy, so long as he can recognize and keep them in check.

He takes a second to mentally slam the door on that whole disemboweling Caboose thing before following after Church. He hadn't really meant to chase him out of his spot but doesn't comment on it, figuring an apology would be scoffed at. ]

We won't have to leave until everyone is ready.

[ Yeah god forbid. He looks at Church askance behind his back. ]

...if you want ~~that pack of morons~~ them along, I'll need to find some earplugs. And anti-migraine tabs.

[ His first instinct is to plant his feet and say absolutely not, really, except that this is technically Church's chosen mission and maybe Wash ought to pay him back for that whole suicidal EMP thing by actually letting him lead it. A little bit. If he wants the Reds along, Wash will do his level best not to object on principle.

Or maybe that's not even why. ]

Jesus, man, that's the last thing I want.

I just. Need to talk to him.

[ Oh. ]

Oh.

[ Good. ]

May I ask...?

Anyway, I'm pretty sure the only thing Caboose'll do is maybe, like -- I don't know, hug his legs and cry against his knees.

...

[ Trust issues. Trust issuessssss.

He lets it go, though. ]

As long as he's not trying to sync with him.

Nah, he's too retarded for that. I mean, he did it with D, yeah, but only after he was asked to.

[ And Epsilon would have to know Church's bodyjumping trick, which, at this point, Wash isn't really sure if he does or not.

It's a telling sign when Church goes silent. Wash should probably take this opportunity to apologize, or to bring up any number of things they still need to discuss, like Omega or the ramifications of this Tex hunt or whether Church is willing to try and recall his old skills if they can't get the necessary information out of Epsilon or. Things. Lots of Things.

--I'm going fishing. Soon as it gets dark.

[ ...alright that hadn't actually been one of the Things. ]

Fishing?

You're getting old, dude.

[ fffff ]

Lots of young guys go fishing.

Young guys who can't get laid.

Well, whatever makes you happy.

Oh, so you fish too?

Yeah, that's cute.

Edited 2009-10-18 06:20 (UTC)

[ smirk smirk ]

Thanks.

[ And since sundown really isn't all that far off, he lets Church alone and starts rummaging around, putting together a small collection of what he needs; line, rods, a tiny tacklebox, and god knows where he found all of it but apparently the base had come stocked. He grabs some ration bars as well in case the aquatic species around here prefer more substantial bait.

Lastly, the crowning touch: an honest to god six pack of beer that he ripped off from Red base that they probably ripped off from somewhere else because you don't get imported stuff from Earth out here every day. There'll be someone crying over its loss in the morning but it won't be Wash, and he surveys it almost proudly on the table. ]

Did you jack that from the little orange bastard?

[ Wash doesn't even look away. This is Accomplishment right here and he's gonna savor it. ]

It was being mistreated. He didn't even have it refrigerated.

I'm pretty sure refrigerated and unrefrigerated beer are one and the same with that guy, anyway.