¡peligro! x 005 x audio

[gloryisbullshit]

I need a doctor. [The microphone is rattling against his skin, a little louder than his breath over the feed.] I need a--I need a surgeon.

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video:

[charring]

Dude? You okay?

[video]

[gloryisbullshit]

[He switches the feed, but the camera is not staying still for long. He tries! He's just jittery!] Fuck yeah, I'm shiny. Peachy. Real real...peachy, hey, you sure you don't smoke?

Re: [video]

[charring]

I don't smoke, man. Sorry. Suddenly wishing I had a cigarette for you. You look like you need it.

[gloryisbullshit]

[A mild screech of disapproval, but it's so mild.] Nah! I don't need shit, just a fuckin doctor. You sure you ain't a doctor?

[charring]

Little too young.

[gloryisbullshit]

Tsk. Yeah. Yeah, reckon that's...true. But if you were, you would right?

[charring]

Probably. Depends on what the 'what' is.

[gloryisbullshit]

Just a minor alteration, a couple stitches! You can say you would, it's the thought's all that matters, mama.

[charring]

I think a doctor would need more detail than that.

[gloryisbullshit]

But you are a little young for a doctor, aincha?

[charring]

Yeah, true.

Hey. Question for you. You haven't seen an old man with long white hair and an eyepatch, have you? Or maybe not an eyepatch but quite a disfiguring scar on the side of his face? I keep thinking I hear someone calling my name and I think it's them but...

[She's really hoping not.]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Sorry, he laughs, but only a little.] I got nothin. But I'll keep the eyes open. You find you a place? Keep it locked like I toldja?

private:

[charring]

[After some awful fumbling and more swearing than someone this pretty should do, she switches it to private.]

He's trouble. He's a liar and he should be dead. But I'm in house ten, now. I think I'll stay here.

[private]

[gloryisbullshit]

Seems like a lotta people here should be dead. Who's the guy, Bobbi Plain?

[private]

[charring]

His name is Rainbird. He shot my dad. Tried to kill me, too.

[gloryisbullshit]

How come?

[charring]

Cuz he's a dick.

[She'll tell Party all about it some day. When she decides people here are okay.]

[gloryisbullshit]

No shit, sunshine, but even the bad baddies got reasons.

Look: once I figure this out? I'm on call, right? House Ten? My right hook is crazy.

[charring]

His was money.

[And a deathwish. Literally a deathwish.

There's surprise in her voice when she speaks. Traces of it, anyway. She's trying to hide it. And failing.]

I...really?

[gloryisbullshit]

Really and truly. I got no superpowers'r nothin but for real, I can hit like a motherfucker.

[charring]

Huh. [Yeah. Whoa. That's really new. What does she do with this new thing? It's always been her looking out for her. Not other people. Weird.]

You'll be on my list of people to call.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Just put it in your pocket, keep it for a rainy day. He grins.] Copy that. Here's hopin I don't hear from ya. Stay safe, miss thing.

[charring]

[Consider it kept. She half-smiles back, nodding.] You, too.