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thisavrou2016-12-28 03:10 pm
nicearsenal) wrote in thisavrou2016-12-28 03:10 pm
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[There is a really, really unpleasant banging noise, like someone's thwacking their tab against a rock because (surprise) that's exactly what this particular someone is doing. A feminine, Australian accented voice cuts in after a while.]
-would have been nice if they’d given us a bloody crash course in how to use these things. How do you even-
[There is jarring sound of static and then a burst of distortion as a finger jabs at the TAB]
-tell-
[Another jab and more distortion.]
-if it’s-
[One more jab and for some strange reason, the image feed is flipped upside down and everything is strangely… purple.]
-working?
[There’s a sigh, and then coming through the upside down, purple video feed there’s a woman with dark hair looking quizzically at the TAB with a furrowed brow until she sighs.]
Some week this is shaping out to be.
[She jabs at the tab again, and while the feed returns to right side up, it’s still conspicuously purple.]
Okay. I don’t get it. Never did go in much for the whole sci-fi thing. First person to tell me where I can get a beer and a back rub in that order is my new space best friend. Name’s Chloe by the way. Chloe Frazer.
[She squints at the tab and then rolls her eyes.]
Shit, did I break it? Fantastic...
[ooc: backdated to during week two!]
-would have been nice if they’d given us a bloody crash course in how to use these things. How do you even-
[There is jarring sound of static and then a burst of distortion as a finger jabs at the TAB]
-tell-
[Another jab and more distortion.]
-if it’s-
[One more jab and for some strange reason, the image feed is flipped upside down and everything is strangely… purple.]
-working?
[There’s a sigh, and then coming through the upside down, purple video feed there’s a woman with dark hair looking quizzically at the TAB with a furrowed brow until she sighs.]
Some week this is shaping out to be.
[She jabs at the tab again, and while the feed returns to right side up, it’s still conspicuously purple.]
Okay. I don’t get it. Never did go in much for the whole sci-fi thing. First person to tell me where I can get a beer and a back rub in that order is my new space best friend. Name’s Chloe by the way. Chloe Frazer.
[She squints at the tab and then rolls her eyes.]
Shit, did I break it? Fantastic...
[ooc: backdated to during week two!]
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[Other factors may vary, such as Serbian warlords, supernatural forces and super strong guardian weirdo thingies.]
So do you go on many treasure hunts when you're not being whisked off to space?
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[Or factors like Drakes. The worst factor.]
Mm, well, in the daily grind of things treasure hunting is more like archaeological digs and all that legal bullshit, but I've been working on something for years now that I hope will actually end up being a legit hunt.
Damn pirates leave everything as clues and puzzles, can't just tell a man where their treasure is.
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[If we're talking old Sir Francis then yes, she feels you. If we're talking modern Drakes then please; that is a perk with a nice arse. Worst factor, pff.
Buuut her curiosity is piqued a little, lukewarm feelings towards pirate treasures be damned.]
So this hunt of yours... Kind of scuppered by being lost in space wouldn't you say?
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[Okay FINE the modern Drakes are nice to look at, he'll admit it, but still not worth it.]
Hmph, I think fate is testing me at this point. First I lose the smarter Drake and next I'm being space napped. I think someone is trying to tell me I'm not supposed to find Avery's treasure.
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Drake? As in ducks or-?
[Is it even possible to train male ducks to the point where they're discernibly smarter than the next?
Her mind immediately jumps to Nathan Drake, as it tends to do when the subject of treasure springs up, but then again, what are the odds of a perfect stranger (in space) meaning the same Drake she's thinking about? That would be too much. It's a small world, but does that extend to universes and being out in space?]
Sir Francis Drake?
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The brothers Drake. Samuel? Nathan?
Arguably not ducks.
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No this is definitely not right. Because yes, he said Nathan Drake, but he also said 'the brothers Drake' and Nate doesn't have a brother. She would know if he had a brother. He would have been at the wedding if nothing else.
Besides, Nate was definitely not chasing after Avery's treasure, he was chasing after Francis Drake.]
Smart blokes I take it, which one did you lose?
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[Speaking of a wedding... Rafe chuckles.]
Hell his wife is too. Didn't take him for the marrying type.
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This sounds like Nate. This really sounds like Nate, except Nate categorically does not have a brother, and he would especially have mentioned a pirate authority brother, hell he probably would have been called up on the Iram team too.
Except... losing his brother.]
So they lost each other... are we talking in a jungle or more permanently?
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As permanent as dying is. A big blow to finding Avery's treasure for sure.
[Cause that's what he should take away from that.]
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[Chloe can feel the bottom fall out of her stomach at that bit of news.
And she's now feeling very uncomfortable, especially as she's learning all of this from a stranger.
In space.]
Sorry, what did you say your name was again?
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Adler. Rafe Adler.
[You should know him. He's rich and famous.]
I didn't give you bad news did I?
[Aka is this something Nate didn't tell her?]
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[And to go around not telling anyone about it, although god knows Nate's never been the sharing caring 'get everything out in the open' type when it comes to his own stuff.
Not that she can blame him, neither has she.]
Rafe Adler as in the extremely wealthy and successful Adlers?
[Now isn't that an interesting little nugget of information that never got shared with her? Thanks Nate.]
I'd heard gossip about you. Now what could a millionaire possibly want with tracking down a musty old pirate treasure?
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[Ah, someone else who knows of him/his family. It just warms his little black heart.]
That's me. Haha, I hope only good gossip?
[Clearly he knows that's totally not the case, but why not have a good laugh about it?]
Well the parents hoped I'd pick up golf as a hobby, but I like to get my hands dirty. Finding long lost treasures is much more gratifying than a hole in one.
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[Seriously Rafe, you need to give her the name of your moisturiser.]
The only thing more boring than golf is watching other people play golf, so I can totally understand that line of thinking.
[What she can't understand is how Nate would know him, how they'd wind up looking for Avery's - Henry Avery?- treasure together and how in the world, over the course of that, a Drake would lose his life.
They're pretty damn near impossible to kill if Nate's anything to go by.]
So treasure hunting's your hobby. Save some for the rest of us Rafe, some of us could do with the money.
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[He likes to wash his face and moisturize in the morning and night okay. It's expensive lotion, are you sure you want to know.]
You don't know the half of it. Just imagine business meetings consisting of your father and a handful of other old men. Having the time of their life golfing while you try not to fall asleep standing up.
[This is his life. It's so hard.]
Heh, oh don't worry, there's plenty for everyone. Not that I do it for money.
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[She tilts her head to one side and looks at him quizzically.]
So what do you go after treasure for? History lover, art historian? Or did you just really, really love playing at Indiana Jones when you were growing up in that big house in the Hamptons?
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[Rafe shrugs a little.]
A little bit of everything I suppose. There's just something about going out and finding something that's been long lost to the whole world. Being able to dig it up out of the ground or find it hidden away in some nondescript box in the middle of a jungle. Really feel like you've got history in your hands, you know?
I mean sure buying a piece of history from some collector might give others that same satisfaction, but I like getting my hands dirty. I like people knowing I found it.
[Recognition. Something beyond being the inheritor of his family's business and money.]
... and I mean maybe a little bit of Indiana Jones.