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[major_rawne]

It had been an easy mission, easy enough that only Gaunt and Rawne had gone. They'd gotten to the bridge easily enough, placed the explosives, set the timers, and gotten away in plenty of time.

Then it began to rain. Hard, too, so hard they couldn't see anything but the rain in front of them. It soaked them instantly and chilled them to the bone. They were caught out on a plain, with no shelter to be found, until finally, they saw the silhouette of a house up ahead.

It was a farmhouse that had long been abandoned, but the roof was mostly intact, and the door opened after a brief struggle. Rawne closed the door after them and leaned against it, wet to the skin and panting with exertion.

[firstandonly]

Gaunt, similarly exhausted, winces and offers Rawne a half-full canteen full of water that is certfiably safe and purified, if still rather brackish and warm. He is silent for a long moment, shifting his camo-cloak with his hands, before stripping it off and setting it hanging off a rather rusty nail that is sticking out of the wall.

"We should dry what we can, while we can." He finally says in a low tone, before looking over the farmhouse with a certain grim exhaustion, hoping that he'll find it abandoned instead finding the remains of the former occupants. He has slid one of his silenced autopistols out of a holster, more from habit than out of any real expectation he was going to be using it on anyone, or anything within the structure.

voice: private

[magician_king]

Rawne. I owe you an apology for vanishing. I assume you've heard the news?

Re: voice: private

[major_rawne]

About Jedao? Yeah. I saw him, when he was... in the middle of things.

Rawne's Cabin

[pharadyne]

The second night on the barge, Norton raps on the door to Rawne's quarters. Since their last conversation, he's found fresh clothes, cleaned up, tidied his hair, and no longer feels like a shipwrecked ragdoll. The aeroplane cargo hold he'd initially found himself in is now a small luxury flat and all in all, things are looking up for Norton Folgate.

He's feeling optimistic about tonight continuing his trend of good things happening for him, although he wonders if Rawne will pick up on hints or whether he'll have to actually physically fling himself at the man to get him to realize that Norton would like to have sex with him, please, and not just sleep chastely on an uncomfortable bunk.

Re: Rawne's Cabin

[major_rawne]

Rawne spent most of the day tidying his room and trying to find clothes that look better than his usual uniform. Without being obvious. He eventually settled on his usual pants and a tank top that clings to his muscles.

The moment Norton knocks, he opens the door. "Hi. Come in."

Backdated to during London

[dog_eat_dog]

Move everything related to the operation into the Brew itself. Nothing in your cabin, nothing in Lawrence’s cabin.

I’m dropping off the radar for a bit.

Re: Backdated to during London

[major_rawne]

Ok, I'll move everything over. Hope you're all right.

Text

[crab_rangoon]

Haven't seen you around the past couple of days, my boy.

Let's have dinner.

Re: Text

[major_rawne]

As long as you don't expect much activity. I died recently.

[pharadyne]

[Once Rawne is recovered from his death enough to be fit for company, Norton goes to visit him at his cabin, bringing a hot meat pasty, fresh fruit, and a pint of beer.]

I heard what happened. Not the details, just the general circumstances. I assume that hospital food being terrible is a universal constant, and that you may not be feeling up to the dining hall yet, so I've brought you something to get your strength up.

[major_rawne]

The food wasn't too bad, but thanks.

[He grabs the beer first.]

Text

[dog_eat_dog]

My condolences about the run-in with the new guy. How you feeling? Lots of people gunning for you it seems.

Re: Text

[major_rawne]

I've been better. But it's nice to know I have friends to deal with shit for me.

[pharadyne]

[A few days in the infirmary, a few more days to pull himself together so he can appear in public with an appropriately breezy and vivacious demeanour. But once he's fit for company again he knocks on Rawne's door in the evening after supper. It's a surprise visit and he's dressed nicely for the occasion in dark red trousers paired with a black turtleneck and a black jacket. His pistol is discretely hidden in a shoulder holster under the jacket. He's not going anywhere without it anymore, even just to walk across the hallway.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne keeps a hand on his knife when he opens the door, but drops it when he sees that it's Norton. He pulls him into his room and pushes him against the door, kissing him.]

[crab_rangoon]

You've been so patient. I'm actually a little impressed.

This is fucking ridiculous the way they follow her. She deserves whatever's coming to her, honestly. They should just let it happen at this point.

[major_rawne]

I honestly expected them to have let up by now. And I was going to only give you a couple more days, so good job messaging me now.

[magician_king]

Quentin sprints for the infirmary, and comes through the doors at a run. Apparently Rawne isn't hurt, but all the same, every internal alarm bell he has is sounding.

[major_rawne]

Rawne looks up when the doors fly open and Quentin barges in. He's not hurt, but he's curled up on one of the chairs, arms around his legs, knees under his chin.

After the Quill hunt

[ukan]

I heard you weren't injured. I hope that's true but now I need to ask you some questions.

Re: After the Quill hunt

[major_rawne]

[Oh, great.]

I'm unhurt. What do you need to know?

[pharadyne]

[Norton knocks on Rawne's door well after dinner, in the late evening, with one of the bottles of fine champagne he's gotten from his temporary wardens. Each month he asks for another bottle and other assorted luxury goods, partly as a test and partly because it's nice having them, so his champagne collection has become extensive.]

[major_rawne]

[Rawne opens his door after a moment of wondering if he should put clothes back on. He doesn't so all he's wearing are a pair of black boxer briefs.]

Hi. I... figured it was you.

Backdated to the 15th

[pharadyne]

[Once Norton gets back to his cabin, changes into pajamas, and settles himself in bed, he calls Rawne.]

Rawne, darling, now don't kill anyone just yet but I was murdered again.

Re: Backdated to the 15th

[major_rawne]

[Rawne drops his communicator on his bed, gets up, stalks in a circle, then picks it up. He's gripping it hard, though. And his other fist is clenched.]

Again? What? How?

private

[magician_king]

You don't know an inmate named 'Seed,' do you?

Re: private

[major_rawne]

Seed? No, that doesn't sound familiar. Why?

[statementfuckingends]

[Continued from here.]

[Tim smiles back, and it's more than a bit cheeky; but he certainly obeys the request, and lets his hands drag down Rawne's backside again - this time with a hint of nail dragging across the fabric as he does, just to see if it does anything for Rawne.]

[major_rawne]

[Oh, it does. He gasps and pushes his hips back into Tim.]

Audio, after Norton's post

[statementfuckingends]

Look, I just. Need to let you know. I'm not going to be able to do... this with Norton anymore. The three of us.

[He's trying so hard not to be terse about it. It's literally got nothing to do with Rawne.]

I don't hate him, and I certainly haven't lost anything in you, I just- can't sleep with someone I can't trust. And I'm not going to ask you to-- to pick a side or anything. [With blatant derision at the frankly childish concept.] This is just something I have to do for my own well-being.

Re: Audio, after Norton's post

[major_rawne]

That's... I understand. I'm not cutting him off forever, but I might leave him to the pleasure of his own hand for a week or two.

I know why he didn't go to me, now that I'm a warden, but I'm sure he could have found a way out of this. He usually does.

[deuceoftears]

I know I was a little...weird when we met.

Can I get you an apology drink, or something?

[major_rawne]

[Rawne was a little weird, too, so he's not going to hold it against him.]

Sure. Meet at the lounge?

[mandrakeroot]

Hello, my name is John Mandrake, I believe you’re my warden for the month?

I apologize for not contacting you sooner.

[major_rawne]

Feth.

Yes. I should have contacted you. I got... distracted.

[By the port and by putting the library back together.]

audio; backdated to after the attack

[cactusy]

So how about kicking all of Avalon's powers to the curb?

Re: audio; backdated to after the attack

[major_rawne]

It is, at the least, a possibility on the table. If I do that, another temp can reactivate them, but that'll give them at least a couple of weeks of thinking about what they did and not being able to repeat it.

Audio, after Rawne requests to remove their powers

[chaos_drifter]

[They lie on their bed, the communicator on their chest. The Barge is silent for the first time since they tested their powers here.]

I guess I should have expected that.

Re: Audio, after Rawne requests to remove their powers

[major_rawne]

[Rawne's sitting at the table in his room when his communicator pings.]

You terrorized a man by making him think he went mad. For a week. Be glad you're only losing your powers.

audio; before yesterday's pairings

[cactusy]

Hey. We wanna toss your inmate's cabin for weapons.

Re: audio; before yesterday's pairings

[major_rawne]

[Rawne feels a sudden, stabbing headache.]

Go ahead. I'll come with you. If they've been hiding that from me...

If this isn’t okay, PM me and I’ll happily edit or delete!

[chaos_drifter]

[Continued from here.]

Avalon shows up at Rawne’s door about ten minutes later. When he lets them in, they act on impulse. They reach their hand up behind his head, their bracelet pressing into the back of his neck. Slowly, they press their lips to his. If this, whatever this is, is the reason that they lost a bead, they want to understand it.

Re: If this isn’t okay, PM me and I’ll happily edit or delete!

[major_rawne]

Rawne tenses up at the kiss, then relaxes and kisses them back. He wraps an arm around their waist, slowly, holding them to him.

audio

[cactusy]

So does your boyfriend of three years know you're sleeping with other people or what?

Re: audio

[major_rawne]

What, Norton? Yes, he knows I sleep with other people. He sleeps with other people. We're not monogamous.

[Oh, that's probably something he should have mentioned, isn't it?]

text

[cactusy]

you got a second for an awkward conversation?

Re: text

[major_rawne]

I'm free, yes. What is it?

audio

[cactusy]

Hey, turns out I'm not gonna be available for hooking up anymore--

[Does this have to do with the strange woman who apparently cooks macarons in her cabin now? MAYBE]

-- but are you down to keep sparring?

Re: audio

[major_rawne]

[He's a little disappointed, but he does like her as a friend, not just because of the (amazing) sex.]

I'm always down to spar. Even if we don't have sex.