choosetruth | ic contact post (maskormenace)

Hey, I realize this is probably out of the blue, but Jacob contacted me and gave me your info?

My name's Darin Altway, I'm a Master Blacksmith in Nonah and he said I might be able to help you out with your powers.

I figured I'd give you a call. If you'd rather talk to someone else, I totally understand too.

Yes, thank you. Before you agree to help me, though, you should be aware that I'm infected with an extremely contagious virus. Apparently the nanites are keeping it from spreading, and the lack of zombie outbreaks in my apartment suggest it's working, but just in case, I'd rather we be careful.

[There's like a solid minute pause.]

...Zombie.

As in, 'the undead.'

You know another kind of zombie?

So...does that mean you're...?

Um.

You know what? Not important. You sound like you've got...that whole thing...handled.

No, I'm not a zombie. Yet. I'll turn when I die.

[Or if she's bitten, but getting into that will just be more confusing.]

...That's. Huh.

Well, we just have to make sure that doesn't happen!

[Darin laughs a little nervously.]

Anyway, so you're having some trouble with your powers, huh? What's the trouble, exactly?

Mostly? I don't know my limits. [She pans the camera to show a broken table. That she put her fist through accidentally.] I'm not used to being so strong.

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This is probably the least efficient method of communication I've ever seen.

And I live in the era of emojis.

[Accompanying this horrifying link:]

Georgia, right? I saw your post. [Molly drags in a shaky breath, and wonders morbidly if that's the fate waiting for him, now.] That was my friend. [Was.] I don't know much about the undead you've fought, the ones I went up against in my world came about differently, so—I need help. Really, I need answers.

If I cut his head off, will that stop him? Or the—the thing he used to be. [His voice wavers, but steadies. Sometimes people go bad, and you have to make sure to end the threat they pose before things get worse.] Or does it have to be a headshot? I'm shite at archery.

[Oh no. Georgia's voice is steady, almost clinical, but it's not because she doesn't care. Really, it's the opposite. It's the only way she knows to keep herself together.]

It will definitely stop his body. His head might keep on going, depending on the specific type of zombie and where you cut, but at that point it won't be able to do much unless you stick your hand in its mouth. There's a bigger problem, though, and that's blood splatter. If his blood gets in your eye or any even microscopic cuts you may have, you'll die too.

My brother and I can come down and handle it.

That’s just great. [There’s an edge to the last word like he really doesn’t think so. Literally all of Molly’s effectiveness lies in having to cut himself open to deal with enemies, and up against something this infectious—well.] Well, I had no plans to stick my hand in someone’s mouth today, anyway.

[There’s a pause, then a tired sigh, as if Molly’s just lost an internal debate with himself.]

...fine. But I have to be there—I’m very flashy, I can distract him while you—handle things.

Suit yourself. Keep him contained until we get there.

Just—get there fast.

[Georgia will find -- and she will find this because Shaun has left it on her laptop so she has to move it to use it -- a few small tokens of his affection.

First off is a small "bouquet".

There's also a more traditional heart-shaped box of chocolates. Because who doesn't like chocolate?

And finally there's a valentine that he's added a handwritten note of 'Yeah I know, I know. Commercial exploitation of romance is the death knell of true love. Be my valentine anyway? Dinner? Tonight?'.]

[Why is he like this. George stalks over and drops a red, heart shaped box in front of him.]

We have dinner every night, you sap.

[But she relents and presses a kiss to the corner of his forehead.]

...but somehow, I don't think a bit of crass commercialism will be enough to kill our love.

[The heart shaped box definitely isn't the original packaging for her gift. She still thinks it's romantic.]

[Years of practice and interestingly shaped emotional scars from childhood trauma?]

Yeah, but not Valentine's dinner. But you're right. It'd take at least some heavy artillery to kill our love, and it'd fight back.

[Shaun tilts his head into the kiss before grinning up at her and then turning his attention to the box.

Which feels the wrong weight for candy, just a little bit off. He opens it and laughs, looking back up to George.]

You really know the way to a man's heart, George. [Which is, of course high speed high powered projectiles, or things fashioned to look like them. Shaun may be starting to swoon. But instead he stands up so he can catch George in a proper kiss.]

[She melts into the kiss. It never gets old getting to do this whenever she wants. She hopes it never will.

When she pauses for a breath, she murmurs] There's only one man's heart I care about. [She places a hand on his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.]

Now who's the sap?

[Shaun murmurs back, but there's no hiding the outright delight in his voice at the words. Or the kissing. It really is still amazing not to have to worry about who's watching or listening.

Another stolen kiss that he lingers in a long moment before drawing back just long enough to add,]

Just, you know, don't actually shoot me to get to it. [And then, slightly less obnoxiously.] It's already yours anyway. [He'll just be taking back that sap designation, thank you.]

[WOW yeah he gets to keep that sap designation forever she can't compete with that. She huffs out a half laugh and leans her forehead against his.]

You are such an idiot.

[They're alone. She can openly be sappy without any risk here. But she's still bad at expressing emotions. Calling him an idiot is easier. So is pulling him against her again, kissing him hard, then stepping back reluctantly.]

So. Someone promised me dinner.

Yeah but you still love me anyway.

[So he's a smug idiot. Even smugger when that next kiss comes, and he's getting very distracted and on the verge of carried away when Georgia steps back. That...

But.

But kissing, and maybe more and--

No okay yeah dinner. He refocuses and nods.]

Veggie lasagna in the oven.

[He even cooked.]

[Hey, he's the one who wanted to go all romantic on her. She'd be just as happy with makeouts and takeout. She smiles and squeezes his hands again before letting them go.]

Homemade? Shaun Mason, are you trying to seduce me with food?

Uh. Yeah. It's obvious, right? It should be really obvious.

[He's laughing though, setting a hand against her back once she releases her hand to usher her towards the kitchen.]

The real question is, is it working?

[And hell, it even smells good in the kitchen. He put actual work into this cooking thing.]

[She rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses, letting her shoulder bump lightly against his.]

I reserve judgment until I taste the food.

[It's a stupid question. He's seduced her by existing. The food is just an extra benefit. But she'll play along.]

Has all your restaurant critiquing taught you what's good?

[By this point in his life, Shaun knows even without being able to see them that his sister is rolling her eyes at him. It's like a sixth sense. But he only grins, nodding.]

You know, that's fair.

[And then he'll grab up oven mitts in order to remove the lasagna from the oven, setting it down on the stove top and gesturing with a flourish.]

Yep. That's right. I'm basically a culinary savant now.

[Which is entire bullshit, but he knows that he likes good food and doesn't like not good food. And he has high hopes for this mean being the former.]

Have a seat. [He gestures to the table -- which he's actually set with place settings, though their usual clutter of weapons and electronics and the like has mostly just been moved to one side to make room rather than put away.]

[For the best. Not having a weapon within reach would ruin the mood. Better well-armed than sorry.

Georgia sits down and picks up a fork, examining it thoughtfully.]

Wow, did you get these on the right sides of the plate and everything?

[She legitimately doesn't know. It's never been important to her.]

Edited 2020-02-28 06:45 (UTC)

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shall we move this to the post?

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backdated to valentine's day

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the usual mason adopted siblings kissing in a definitely non sibling way warnings apply

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