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
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.
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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?
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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.
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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.]