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thisavrou2017-06-15 10:55 am
sketchycharacter) wrote in thisavrou2017-06-15 10:55 am
text; + action options; (cw character death)
[locked to people who know Elena Fisher]
elena's dead
[....yeah that's all. Odds are good that Nate will not want to reply to questions, condolences or comments regarding the recent tragedy, though Chloe Frazer might. However, he can be found...]
wandering; Once the shock has passed—if it ever does—Nate wanders for hours. Fuck, maybe days, he doesn't know. He just doesn't want to go back to the house in Region 1 where she isn't.
Eventually he finds himself in a well-wooded park. For lack of anything else to do, he climbs a tree.
at home; When he finally does make it back, Nate parks his ass on the couch, where he'll be sleeping until—well, he can't count on there being an "until." Maybe he'll just live on the couch forever. Sorry, Pepper, Varric, etc.
at the ingress complex; Nate comes by the facility a couple of times, to ask for news or if they can guarantee that they'll be able to bring her back, because he knows that people have returned, and he knows that they don't always.
He walks away both times, unable to stand it if the answer is no.]
elena's dead
[....yeah that's all. Odds are good that Nate will not want to reply to questions, condolences or comments regarding the recent tragedy, though Chloe Frazer might. However, he can be found...]
wandering; Once the shock has passed—if it ever does—Nate wanders for hours. Fuck, maybe days, he doesn't know. He just doesn't want to go back to the house in Region 1 where she isn't.
Eventually he finds himself in a well-wooded park. For lack of anything else to do, he climbs a tree.
at home; When he finally does make it back, Nate parks his ass on the couch, where he'll be sleeping until—well, he can't count on there being an "until." Maybe he'll just live on the couch forever. Sorry, Pepper, Varric, etc.
at the ingress complex; Nate comes by the facility a couple of times, to ask for news or if they can guarantee that they'll be able to bring her back, because he knows that people have returned, and he knows that they don't always.
He walks away both times, unable to stand it if the answer is no.]
text + action
where are you?
[ He doesn't really expect an answer - he's already resigned to hunting Nate down before he even hits send - but it's worth trying the easy route first.
When that yields the expected results, he pockets his TAB and beelines directly for the garage — the fact that he just about collides with Hawke on the way is a testament to their identical mindsets. Without missing a beat or so much as blinking in greeting, he shoves open the door to the garage and points inside. ]
We're taking the bike.
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Tony's shoulder collides with her own as they both try to move towards the garage and she's happy. Happy that he's had the same idea and happy that she doesn't have to do it all alone. She nods and follows him, allowing him to get on first and then swinging her leg over the back of the seat and wrapping her arms around his waist. Maybe a little tighter than necessary.]
And you thought it was stupid when I bought it.
[It's a shitty quip but it's all she's got right now.
So off they go on the great Nathan Drake Hunt of whatever year this is. They hit every spot in the city. Every street, shop, and tourist attraction in the first district. The big farms in the second (which is miserable because Hawke learns hay fever is a real thing apparently). Tony has to climb a rather comically large tree in the third district because Hawke insisted that her lack of upper arm strength made scaling more than a branch or two physically impossible. They wander around some buildings in the fourth district that are so deep the pressure hurts their ears. They hope that Nate might be in the fifth district because he's a nerd like that, but no one has seen someone who matches his description.
After what feels like every hour of the 22 waking hours on Thisavrou and the sun begins to set, they turn around to head back home exhausted, frustrated, and just... numb. Hawke finds herself nearly nodding off against Tony's shoulder and has to keep jerking herself awake. She's tired but the heaviness of the situation, made worse because they weren't able to find Nate, weighs on her. She wants to just drink and sleep and hope that she can't remember any dreams and will have escaped 8 miserable hours.]
...He'll come back eventually, right? He wouldn't sleep in a tree or something like that. That's pushing it, even for him.
[It's said more to the ether than it is to Tony but as they pull into the garage, he's really the only one to hear it anyway.]
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By the time they park the bike back at the house and drag themselves back inside, he's feeling pretty close to defeated. If Nate doesn't want to be found, that's one thing. But with all of Nate's - no doubt - worst nightmares being realized, it's difficult to push away the chance he might go do something stupid or reckless to blow off steam. It's probably what Tony would do. ]
I absolutely believe he would sleep in a tree. You probably just made me climb the wrong one—
[ And lo! This is probably the portion of the conversation Nate is treated to as they wander into the living room. Yes, Nathan Drake: not in a tree, or in the sewers, or in any of the towers or the farming district or anywhere else, but right there in the living room, on the couch. In perfectly plain sight.
Tony feels a wave of overwhelming relief crash over him, but also. Fuck's sake. ]
— Of course.
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[Hawke bumps into Tony as he stops and then glances over to see he's looking at Nate. Nate, safe and sound and back home. Hawke has to laugh a little under her breath as some of the heaviness in her chest dissipates. Things don't usually work out for her like this.
Tenzin comes and rubs at her legs, mewling pitifully like the lost creature he is without his mother. Wordlessly, Hawke picks up the cat and then pitches herself over the back of the couch to set next to Nate.
And that's it. She doesn't say anything at all. Just sits.]
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The fact that no one was home but the animals when he got there didn't make it worse. Didn't make it better, either. He might have made it here but he hasn't come out of this horrible fugue state either.
He doesn't react to the sound of Tony and Hawke coming through the door, just keeps twisting his wedding ring. When he feels her sit down beside him, his hand spasms, clamping down on his finger so hard it hurts.]
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Tony wavers for a moment, like he's really not sure what to do with himself. Did he think very hard about what to do or say when they actually found Nate? No, not at all. It's not like he's good with these types of situations.
Hawke breaks the ice, though - and he follows suit without giving it too much thought, wordlessly dropping himself onto the couch on Nate's other side. ]
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But if they can't make him feel better, the presence of a friend on each side makes him feel less alone. It's a small speck of light in overwhelming darkness. It cuts through the numbness.
Nate starts to shake. Just trembling at first, and then stronger, until he lets out a long, shaky breath and sort of collapses in on himself, hunched over his lap, tight fists on either side of his head.
No. No. No.]
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But then Nate hunches over and she glances over at him. She's been there. After her mother died she mostly just sat there with her face in her hands while people tried to get her to move or eat or do a thousand things she didn't want to do. Then Merrill, sweet Merrill, had simply reached out and taken Hawke's hands in her small delicate ones and held them until they stopped shaking.
Hawke reaches out and puts a hand on his arm then slowly moves down until she reaches his hand and slips her fingers between his so he can grip her hand tightly.
It's not small or delicate like Merrill's, her hands are rough and calloused but smaller than Nate's and easy to grip. That has to count for something, right?]
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But a bigger part knows Nate needs people the most right now.
After a long moment, he settles a heavy hand on Nate's shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze. There's not much else he can offer, other than hey man, we're right here. ]
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But then there's a small twitch to his hand. A drop to his shoulder. And slowly, slowly, the trembling eases and then stops. He's not holding back sobs of grief or rage anymore.
It's not better. It can't be, when Elena died painfully and left him here alone and there's nothing he can do about either of those facts. But with Hawke and Tony on both sides of him, solid and alive and making him a little less alone, maybe he's a little better.
Eventually, he's able to lift himself back up and rest against the couch, exhaustion writ in all of his features. He doesn't speak, but he doesn't let go of Hawke's hand of shrug off Tony. It's enough to send a message.
Don't go.]