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re_alignment2012-12-30 01:37 pm
mccrane) wrote in re_alignment2012-12-30 01:37 pm
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[Video][A friend lost and a strange light Shining]
[McCrane is on a late patrol, in the junk-yard at night. With the horrors of the Glyphless catastrophe over and all of the paperwork filed, he has been searching for two things: One, the materials to build a soccer-goal, and two...]
Has anyone seen Gunmax?
[He's worried. He's always worried, of course, but now he looks more worried than usual. He turns, and for a moment the camera catches a small ball of light hovering over a silver-wrapped box with a gold bow. Curious, McCrane approaches, and the light moves out of the video, as does the box.]
I am also wondering about Barricade, as he has been gone for several weeks now. I don't know if keeping track of the populace is part of our Law Enforcement duties, but...it should be done. [McCrane reaches down, and suddenly the silver box pops back into view while he holds it. It's still remarkably well-lit for this time of night, but that may be because there's that small ball of light, shining on it again.]
And now it looks like I'll have to add Whirl onto the list, too. [He fingers the nametag, turning it toward the camera. Today was strange enough, but it looked as if it was going to get stranger.]
Is anyone else encountering unusual lights?
[It reminded him of Drill Boy's mythical fairy.]
Has anyone seen Gunmax?
[He's worried. He's always worried, of course, but now he looks more worried than usual. He turns, and for a moment the camera catches a small ball of light hovering over a silver-wrapped box with a gold bow. Curious, McCrane approaches, and the light moves out of the video, as does the box.]
I am also wondering about Barricade, as he has been gone for several weeks now. I don't know if keeping track of the populace is part of our Law Enforcement duties, but...it should be done. [McCrane reaches down, and suddenly the silver box pops back into view while he holds it. It's still remarkably well-lit for this time of night, but that may be because there's that small ball of light, shining on it again.]
And now it looks like I'll have to add Whirl onto the list, too. [He fingers the nametag, turning it toward the camera. Today was strange enough, but it looked as if it was going to get stranger.]
Is anyone else encountering unusual lights?
[It reminded him of Drill Boy's mythical fairy.]
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[The relief that is present in just that one word is palpable.]
I haven't seen you...
[He trails off, because it is just now occurring to him that there might be a reason for that. However, the Rifle that you left? And the card? Conflicts with his reasoning. You are confusing, and he's still worried about you.]
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He folds his arms and turns his head away from the camera.]
Yeah, well. I quit the police awhile ago. So, we're gonna probably not see each other as much.
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[He hadn't been in. When he'd gotten the information, he'd gone looking for Gunmax...but he hadn't found him, then. It's good just to see him...but when he hears the second thing Gunmax has to say, the light floating behind him instantly goes out, leaving his expression bathed in darkness.]
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I see.
Not even if I want to see you?
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I didn't say that.
I mean. If you wanted to meet up because... well, just because. I'm all right with that.
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And I have.
It is just that...
It has been difficult to find you.
[The light stays gone.]
I thought you might need time alone.
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[Force of habit.]
Well. Suppose maybe I did, after...
[After what happened to Toudou.]
I mean, if you want to meet up now, I'm. Tch, I'm fine with that. Or whatever.
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[Which saying out loud doesn't help. It makes him miss Deckerd, too.]
Gunmax. [It comes out much sharper than he means for it to, because he has been stressed. He's been stressed, and Gunmax has been stressed, and of the two of them he knows Gunmax has had it worse but he still...can't...deal with the idea of Gunmax keeping away from him. It hurt.] I was afraid something might happen to you...
[He stops, and shakes his head, clamping down that emotion tightly. Seia had been the one to teach him that it was not bad, but Seia was not here now. And to think...to think he'd been jealous that Gunmax had Todou to spend time with, because he saw how that had turned out, and he's beginning to think Seia and Kagerou were wrong.]
Yes. Yes, I want to meet up with you. I found something for you, and I received the package you left, and...thank you. For leaving that.
I just...
[His lips press tightly together.]
I would rather seen you.
Where are you staying?
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[He still hasn't quite put that to rest yet, about Deckerd, but he's developed from it. Grown away. Deckerd will never come back, and that's just something he has to deal with.]
Uh, McCrane... [The way his name is said earns a bit of surprise, then guilt eats at him again. McCrane was worried and he was selfish enough to not bother to contact the combat specialist. It's not that Gunmax doesn't care -- quite the opposite -- but he's terrible about sharing much about himself. What he's thinking or feeling. Deckerd had to fight for it, too.]
Something for me? Huh. And it's not coal. Go figure; guess I haven't been bad enough.
[Jokes aside. Gunmax tilts his head, then exhales a little.]
Sorry. I guess I just wasn't sure what I could say to you.
[It's not often he cares about what anyone thinks of him. It's a real short list, but...]
Mm, around. Wherever I feel like. It's kind of exciting, never knowing where you'll end up.
[It'd been nice to have a home, but he left the force so he doesn't really have that anymore now. He misses it, not that he'd say it right now.]
I can come find you now. Just say the word.
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[What choice does he have? You are a rebel. Catching you is never easy.]
I have not opened it. But I did add to it. [Something small. Something he found in the junk yard.]
[No matter how hard he tries, those emotions are still there. Still prompting him. He can't help but lean forward, needing to know.]
What word? What word do I have to say to get you to come?
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[That does earn a small smile.]
Add to... there's more? [Why?]
What word? Hmm. How about "now"?
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Catch. To catch you.
[He totally meant that second word, and not that first.]
It is not much, Gunmax. But I was thinking of you. There are not many of us left, and...
It is important.
It is important that we spend the time we get meaningfully. [Before there is not any more time, at all. He knows you will understand that.]
Yes. Now.
Please.
[He sends coordinates, even if it was in the Junk Pile. He's missed you more than he realized.]
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[Catch. Right, he meant catch.]
I don't know if I'm meant for catching, but cuffs might be a good start, hm?
[He goes quiet. McCrane was thinking of him.
And he understands. In their short lives, how much they've been forced to feel, to change and develop. To experience.
What if tomorrow, McCrane disappears? Could Gunmax take it?
No. He couldn't.]
Well. Guess I'd better get going.
We'll talk more in a few minutes. Got it?
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Or if you are just in a contrary mood.
[He doesn't have cuffs on him. He'll have to try something else.]
I will wait here.
[And he's going to look for something he can use.]
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Good.
[Eventually, Gunmax does make his way over; no doubt McCrane recognizes the sound of Gunbike's engine.
He puts the bike into park and slides off smoothly.]
Yo, McCrane.
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[And this, he finally understands, may be what made Deckerd so good at keeping track of Gunmax.]
...maybe it is the chasing part that I enjoy.
[He was a police officer, after all. The urge to track came from somewhere--and Gunmax, strangely, satisfied it. He did not know what to think about that.]
[He has time to think on it at least, and...he does.]
[What was it he missed, when Gunmax was gone?]
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[No.]
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[No, that answer, he knows.]
It is good to see you again, Gunmax. [When he says it, he means it, completely, and with an honesty he does not hide. He's holding the plain brown Amazon box in his hand, with a large, folded envelope on top.]
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[He leans back on Gunbike, folding his arms.] Wouldn't be fair if I was on Gunbike. You wouldn't stand a chance. Heh.
[There's a pause, and his expression softens slightly at the comment. How good it is to see him.
No one else in their right mind would say that of him.]
...You too, McCrane.
[He looks down at the box and envelope. Hesitantly, he takes both, then looks back up to the combat specialist.]
You get anything else for Christmas?
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However...
I would prefer not to do that to Gunbike, so our chase will have to be on foot.
[It is amazing how serious he can sound while saying that.]
I just did not expect it to...hurt. When you were gone so long.
[When there is no hope of chasing, and no hope of catching, at all.]
Only this. [His fingers tighten on the rifle, before placing it back over his shoulder.] I believe I would like to see you open yours, though.
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Much appreciated! I'd hate to see anything happen to Gunbike.
[He could probably fix it himself, but without Toudou. ... Hm.
He pauses, uncertain of what to say to that. McCrane missed him that much?]
I... hm. You're not usually this sentimental.
[He looks down at his hands, the contents he holds. Then, he sighs and opens the box first.]
Sure, sure. Hmm, not coal?
[Gunmax holds up the Japanese-English Dictionary with a confused look.]
What? Really? This some kind of bad joke?
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[The threats...the very reason why everything had become complicated here.]
It is not sentimentality. [He states, knowing very well it that what it is...is close.] If we are going to continue to encounter danger after danger, here...
I.
Don't think it is tactically sound to do it alone.
[He can't say how he's feeling any better than Gunmax would ever be able to.]
[If it is a joke, however, he does not get it.] I thought you wanted to learn English?
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[Not sentimentality, fine. Whatever he says. But he feels -- something like that. He sighs a little.]
No. Maybe not. But this place -- we can't play by the same rules as we did back in Japan, McCrane. We can't and expect to be able to keep anyone safe.
[Gunmax scoffs a little.] I know English! [Or so he thinks.]
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No. You are right. [He cannot keep himself from wincing, hating how impossible it has been here to keep anyone safe.] But it is going to be so much harder without you.
Without someone I can trust at my side.
[That's as bare as he can get, for now.]
I...I don't know, then. It isn't from me. Perhaps someone else wants you to work on your pronunciation? [He secretly believes it is from the communicator, now, after how often its stumbled over Gunmax's words.]
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...McCrane, I just.
[He wants to say it. The full and complete reason he quit. But he knows how no one would approve.
So he can't.]
This isn't for good. My leaving. It's just awhile, so I can get myself together. I haven't been the same since...
[Since everything? Since Deckerd disappeared, or the rest of his friends? McCrane and Kagerou getting murdered in front of him? Or Toudou going insane?]
A lot of things.
[He huffs at the dictionary. Whatever, he'll stuff it into some compartment into Gunbike.] How about the envelope?
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[And now guess which gun he's going to use for the next forever.]
You've done so much, and put up with so much. You've earned a break, it is just...
[He reaches out toward Gunmax before his hand stops, uncertain.]
You don't deserve to be left alone.
[And, selfishly...he doesn't want Gunmax to go.]
Open it.
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I... [Gunmax looks at McCrane for a moment, not sure how to read into that reach. McCrane is subtle, far more than Gunmax is; it's part of his nature and personality, the quieter, more polite of the Build Team.
Also the first of the Brave Police that caught his respect. It was the professionalism more than anything else. For all that he teases, he respects it.]
Tch. I can survive on my own, if I have to. [Yet at the same time, stupidly, he fears being alone. So he pushes and clings all at the same time.]
Fine, fine.
[Gunmax gets to working the envelope open, then.]
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