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01 🩸 the little crow of your lungs kicking
WHO: Joseph Kavinsky, and various CR
WHERE: The White Tower, generally
WHEN: ~2019, at least one fateful night
WHAT: Backdated adventures with the right-hand man of High Chancellor Stark; hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
shramp if you'd like something!
WARNINGS: NSFW/ish likely, references to violence, trauma, etc.
closed to josh;
WHERE: The White Tower, generally
WHEN: ~2019, at least one fateful night
WHAT: Backdated adventures with the right-hand man of High Chancellor Stark; hit me up at
WARNINGS: NSFW/ish likely, references to violence, trauma, etc.
closed to josh;
[sneaking around with a teleporter is easier than it might be with someone who has different powers. one minute, you're overlooking the matter-disintegrating cosmic radiation fields of the florida peninsula, in a deserted overlook.
the next, you're snaping across a sequence of rooftops, a boy on your arm. snap, snap, snap, a dream thief's hand on your arm, teeth bright with: hello.
many hotels in the white city are utterly ridiculous. this one, they've been to before, and this is no exception: it has mirror ceilings and floor-length closed-circuit aquariums full of fish that seem to be constantly breeding. most of the furniture is black, the walls graduating ombre from deep indigo to lurid red. the bed is huge. most of their fucking takes place on it, giving the bedsprings a proper workout. if you ran a blacklight over this place, it'd look like a biological nightmare.
kavinsky smokes in here because-- of course he does. ash snowing diminutive grey flurries on the bed, blowing rings over the gold horizon of josh's temple.]
This, [he says, holding out the cigarette by way of demonstration, his hollow eyes crinkled into a smile,] I only do with you.
video; (lmk if this works)
I'm heading to a press conference, Alleyne, [he says, his attention off-screen.] Next time I don't pick up once, that means leave a message.
It do
[It is not suitable language for someone in David’s position to offer to someone in Kavinsky’s. But the language is what is keeping him from pushing his powers out beyond Kavinsky’s communicator and into the hover car and telling it to crash. Chances were, he knew, that Tony probably didn’t have his fingers in Kavinsky’s hovercar’s systems at this very second. So he could. Which would get him nowhere.]
I’ll ask this once, in small words for your sake. Where is Foley?
i mayyy later need to slooow down a bit this thread to see what terms joshvinsky left off on
Some incredible fucking irony right here, in what you're saying, [he says.] Spoken like somebody wishes he'd closed the vacuum steal on Foley's dick a little harder. He's supposed to be with you, or on a mission you know about.
Why isn't he?
7000% understood, especially with the recent life explosion noises on so many ends
My relationship with Josh ending was a mutual decision and not your business. And you sleeping with him, as horrid and patently Josh Foley of an idea as that is, also isn't my business. Him being missing is.
no subject
[there's a smile ticking up the corner of kavinsky's mouth.]
If you have to say it's not my business when I ain't asking, and fuck with my car to make a point, maybe I'm not being the little bitch in the equation.
[the phone shifts and seesaws again. kavinsky puts it up on some kind of magnetic holder, and the video stabilizes. fortunately, no one's in the car beside kavinsky.]
Are you giving me attitude because you really think I took him?
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Yes. I do. You serve Tony Stark, and if you took one of the Council of the Five, then you could leverage it for him and he would have deniability. So I'm asking for what the hell you want. I don't like the idea of this being drawn out. Present your demands and proof of life, and we will deliver a response.
No bullshit lines. Just the damn bargaining.
no subject
[though there's a niggling feeling, threatening to break through the flush of irritation kavinsky has been nursing ever since josh stood him up. there are a hundred thousand reasons why a faction leader would ghost on a vacation.
fewer, why they'd ghost on their own faction. he furrows his brow and taps on the side of his ar glasses.]
How long since you lost your boy?
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Last time I had awareness of him was when he was going off to you. I tend to leave him his privacy for his bad decisions.
no subject
hmm. that's not problematic.]
Well, dude was fine when he left. Talking about messages he has to give to Jane and Rimuru. [specifically, how they had to cover his desk for a week. kavinsky quirks a brow low.] Those two explicitly say they ain't seen him?
no subject
If they had been contacted, I would know. We don't see each other as rivals, unlike White Tower.
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You think rivalry is literally the only reason why you wouldn't be privvy to some knowledge? [there's amusement in kavinsky's voice. he studies david's picture.] Such thing as a face-to-face conversation. Written notes. For fuck's sake, Alleyne.
[his exasperation floats close to the surface for a moment.]
Send me his last GPS coords. The twenty minutes leading up. I'll look.
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The Five are more closely tied than that. Don't be foolish. Especially not on matters like this.
[But yes, Kavinsky will find coordinates. Ones leading up to where Josh had had his tryst with Kavinsky. And nothing after that.]
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I'm gonna give you a pass because this situation has the fuse on your tampon lit. But I'm not going to talk to you about this. I'll work with Jane Porter. Bye, Dave.
no subject
Though he doesn't leave Kavinsky's system before flooding it with several viruses. Nothing truly troublesome, all easily bested. Just a gesture of annoyance.]