Aɢᴇɴᴛ Mᴀɪɴᴇ | ɐʇǝɯ ǝɥʇ (
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[ "Augusta" is the name attached to this TAB. The picture is of curved white metal with a stripe of dark orange — leg armor, for any who may recognize it. ]
UNSC. Marines. RT-636.
[ In order: the military Maine knows, the branch he's in, and the hull classification symbol for the Mother of Invention.
[ North insisted on gathering intel while keeping a low profile. Maine's only interest is in returning to their mission. This is the result of compromise. ]
UNSC. Marines. RT-636.
[ In order: the military Maine knows, the branch he's in, and the hull classification symbol for the Mother of Invention.
[ North insisted on gathering intel while keeping a low profile. Maine's only interest is in returning to their mission. This is the result of compromise. ]
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[ Wash has been alone here. By choice? Necessity? The pile of shit calling itself the future? Doesn't matter. Point is, he's been alone.
[ ... Well. Not anymore.
[ Maine looks at Wash with a raised eyebrow and points to the crates. "Way too low." How is he supposed to sit there? Wash needs chairs. And a table. ]
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Okay, I'll get one chair.
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Fine. Two chairs.
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Gonna have a fucking hangover tomorrow.
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Fuck the future.
[ And he drinks to that. A lot. ]
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[ It takes a whole lot to get Maine completely drunk, but his head is light and fuzzy, and there's a pleasant tingling in his limbs. He relaxes back on the bed, keeping himself propped upright with his elbows. When it's not his turn to drink, he asks, ]
Like it here?
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No-one's tried to kill me yet.
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No war.
[ Which is honestly pretty hard for him to imagine, but here they are. ]
Weird.
[ The fuck do civilians even do? ]
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Dunno what I'm supposed to fucking do here.
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Garden?
[ It's no more ridiculous than anything else. ]
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I don't know the first thing about gardening.
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Water plants.
[ ... And then he cracks a little smile. He doesn't know a damn thing, either. He can pick up an alien weapon, pose with it, and wield the thing like he's been using it for years, but he's never had so much as a cactus.
[ At least he's got company in not knowing what the fuck to do with himself. ]
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Thank you. I'm sure they'll be giving you your own gardening show on TV any day now.
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"Big Green."
[ So maybe he's a little drunk. ]
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[Wash laughs softly, listing a little to one sides. Been a long time since he laughed like this.]
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s'good to see you again, Maine.
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[ The big man's smile wanes a little, and he just ... knocks his leg against Wash's. "Right here." Then he gestures for the bottle.
[ If there's anything left, he's finishing it off. ]
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Wash bumps his leg back against Maine's and then hands over the bottle.]
We are gonna be wrecked tomorrow.
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[ That pleased hum of agreement comes as Maine takes the bottle, brings it to his lips, and finishes it off in one biiiig gulp.
[ What can he say? Maine's a fucking monster at keg stands. He probably could've finished a brand new bottle in one swig. ]
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You gonna stay here tonight?
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