Mr. Locus, I'm calling to follow up on your interest in performing a bit of voice work. I'd like to schedule an appointment with you sometime this week for English recordings. I anticipate the reading will take approximately two hours.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and do let me know when you can spare a few hours to visit De Chima. Thank you.
[ It takes about two minutes after getting his face slathered with some new face mask that requires him to sit around for an hour while it sets for Felix to get bored. And once he's bored, he looks for entertainment. His anon friend gets the short stick. ]
[ Honestly, he's not expecting to hear from Felix again. So when that burner phone goes off while he's brushing out a golden retriever named Lucky, it surprises him. ]
[ He doesn't respond to this for a while; the name isn't familiar and that he doesn't outright name Felix gives some cause for caution. When the reply finally does come, it's in text. For now. Sorry, buddy. ]
[ Between dealing with Traci's texts and rounding up Leon, it takes Felix a while to leave Locus' house. It's neat, all the glitter and marshmallow-flavored cat puke cleaned up, and there are fresh sheets on the bed. Just like Locus in his fussy adherence to neatness and order likes.
But Felix isn't thinking about that as he and the lynx trudge back to his house. He's not thinking of the stuff he left there—he can get more stuff if he needs to do it—or the fact that he won't be able to appreciate the fruits of his decorating. He's not even really angry anymore. Though, he's pretending to be angry, that what he's feeling is anger and not a kind of hopeless futility that's verging too close to sadness for his liking.
Leon cavorts around like he's having the best time, pouncing on leaves and chasing rabbits into bushes, but he really livens up when they're nearing Felix's house. And by the time Felix gets the door open, Leon is shoving his way in and bounding into the living room like something great is in there waiting for him.
Really, that should've been a clue. But it takes Felix actually looking into the living room and seeing Locus there, with Leon purring to beat the band and trying to climb into his lap, to realize what's happened.
Sighing, he leans against the wall and folds his arms across his chest. He feels tired, he probably looks tired, and he certainly sounds tired when he opens his mouth. ]
I spent all day decorating your house for you to see it. Go on. [ He gestures in the direction of Locus' house. ] Go home.
[ It's not that he wants to offer an olive branch. But, he knows the gap needs to be mended or else it will end up like last time and that isn't particularly ideal. The fact of it all is that they're going to pick at one another. That probably isn't going to change no matter what. They may be trying to do things along a different path now, but the fact remains that they drive each other crazy and they know better than anyone how to piss the other one off.
Locus didn't really mean what he said. ...Well, that's not true, he did mean it, but he didn't mean to say it in that careless kind of way. But, he doesn't have patience for this kind of thing. If he didn't want to be here and trying to pursue this with Felix, he wouldn't be. Simple as that. He's not so easily swayed—because let's face facts, he never has been. It feels like Felix doesn't trust him and is treating this whole thing like it's some sort of prize. Like Locus isn't his own person. And that's what made him angry. So, he'd gotten mad and hit where he'd knew it make a dent.
So, instead of going home, he goes to Felix's house instead because he knows that's where he'll find him quicker. And Locus doesn't like to waste time.
It's a little surprising that Felix isn't there by the time Locus shows up and he wonders if he's wrong in his assumption. He thinks to leave, but in the end decides to wait a little to see if he'll show up. It's not difficult to pick the lock and get inside. He's rewarded for his patience only a short while later when he hears Felix come in and Leon is doing all but shredding his clothes to try and get in his lap. With a sigh he relents and just leans back to let him get halfway on.
He looks at Felix for a few moments, silent and contemplative. Just barely he tips his head to the side to indicate the empty end of the couch. ]
[ They've talked about Felix's proclivity toward irrational jealousy and he's aware when it starts creeping up on him now. He isn't threatened by Locus teaching someone to drive, but he also doesn't want to be forgotten because of some new person who listens to Locus' directions and can probably drive better than he can.
One time Locus ignores him for someone else and Felix will never get over it (until Wash is dead by his hand and his bones have been ground to dust by time.)
So, he decides to remind him that he exists. There's no harm in that, right? ]
[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]
[ To say that Locus is sleeping soundly would be an outright lie. He's not, but he's trying. Dreams plague him as they always do, but it's a jumbled mess of things that aren't really good or bad but just there. His body is tired and sore and wants the rest, but his mind has always had a hard time shutting off. Being in the military and subsequently a mercenary have led him to being a very light sleeper, as one never knows when he'll have to be up and alert in an instant.
He's sluggishly coming out of that haze when Felix's hand hits his shoulder. That and Leon growling have his eyes fully snapping open. At first he's not entirely sure what's going on, his mind taking its sweet time in coming online. He thinks that maybe a criminal has gotten into the house and is trying to hurt Felix, but realizes that isn't the case. Leon wouldn't still be sitting here if someone else was in the house. It's with a slow, dawning realization that Locus understands Felix is caught in the throes of a dream.
He murmurs a low curse under his breath as he struggles to sit up. He catches a hand to the face for his troubles, which is entirely his fault. Though, he does manage to wrap his fingers around Felix's wrist to still that as he leans closer to shake him awake. ]
Isaac! [ His hand shifts, moving up to cup the side of Felix's face, just beneath his jaw. ] Wake up.
[ Felix can't remember the last time he's been on an honest to God road trip. Sure, there'd been long stretches flying back and forth between the colony worlds in a Pelican, but that's not the same as piling into a car and sitting for an extended period of time with nothing to do but talk, listen to the radio, play travel games, watch the scenery, or sleep. Felix doesn't sleep. Fortunately for Locus' sanity, he doesn't know any travel games either. The music on the radio is still weird to him even after seven months, but he's started to recognize some of the songs.
There's a little bit of singing. There's also a lot of talking too. Idle talk: commentary about the things they pass, things Felix wants to see or do when they reach their destination, gossip about their employees, Leon, and whatever other thoughts pass through his mind. And once he oh so slyly suggests road head, but Locus, in what he can only assume is a valiant effort to win the world's Most Unfun Person Ever award puts the kibosh on that real quick.
Luckily for Locus, it isn't a terribly long drive from Maurtia Falls to DC. Baltimore comes pretty fast, only a few hours after they're on the road, and soon they're nearing their destination. And maybe they would have made it there too, but Felix happens to glance past Locus out the driver's side window and sees a weird little micro-town arranged near the river. Somehow, he convinces Locus to turn off and they end up driving down little roads that look like they're trying way too hard to be quaint. ]
Hey, wait. [ Felix elbows Locus' arm, then points to a brick building on the corner with a stone-faced archway. ] Hold on. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. We should eat there. Maybe get a drink. Go for a walk down by the river.
[ Maybe lift a few wallets from the tourists too, though he doesn't outright suggest that. Mostly because he doesn't want Locus to say no and also, sadly, because he's still trying to be a decent-ish person. ]
I saw some kind of ice cream thing half a fake block back. If we're going to be tourists, we have to do it right. Pull over and let's go in there.
[ Little do either of them know, there's a mechanical bull inside the Cadillac Ranch with Felix's name all over it. ]
[ It's not that he despises roadtrips or anything of the sort. Driving is calming in a strange way, even with the horrible drivers out there. ( Because, ultimately, no one is worse than Felix and Locus has survived his driving. ) He likes the planning part, the math of it between the milage and the gas and accounting for stopping before reaching their destination. It's sedate and boring. Just like he likes. Unfortunately for Felix, Locus has long since learned how to properly tune him out and he does from time to time on the trip. Especially during the singing parts.
He thinks this trip might actually go smoothly and he's almost excited at the thought of arriving to the hotel they've booked, getting settled and then maybe getting something to eat before doing some lowkey, relaxing activity. But, no. As usual, Felix has other ideas. Locus knows he could say no—he says no all the time—but there's really no reason to. They made good timing and they aren't that much further from their final destination. Everything else can just be shifted back. It isn't as if check-in is any earlier than three o'clock. So, he relents easily and parks in the garage.
It's only when the ticket is tucked safely in his pocket and they're out on the street that he gives a decent sort of verbal reply more than just an acknowledging grunt. One hand is tucked in the pocket of his coat and for all intents and purposes he looks completely casual. Locus slants a look in Felix's direction and it can likely be inferred exactly what it looks like even if he's wearing sunglasses. ]
Let me get this straight. [ His tone sounds just a touch incredulous. ] You, Felix [ Isaac Gates ], want to get ice cream and walk along the river.
[ It's not a question. But it is so also totally a question. ]
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audio; 8/14/16
If you have any questions, feel free to ask, and do let me know when you can spare a few hours to visit De Chima. Thank you.
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[ Very badly spelled mistakes. Not even autocorrect is touching this mess. ]
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You were right. The Greek food was good.
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Greetings. I was given this number by a mutual acquaintance of ours while we were discussing business. He says that you are his partner in such work.
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Who are you and what business needs discussing?
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But Felix isn't thinking about that as he and the lynx trudge back to his house. He's not thinking of the stuff he left there—he can get more stuff if he needs to do it—or the fact that he won't be able to appreciate the fruits of his decorating. He's not even really angry anymore. Though, he's pretending to be angry, that what he's feeling is anger and not a kind of hopeless futility that's verging too close to sadness for his liking.
Leon cavorts around like he's having the best time, pouncing on leaves and chasing rabbits into bushes, but he really livens up when they're nearing Felix's house. And by the time Felix gets the door open, Leon is shoving his way in and bounding into the living room like something great is in there waiting for him.
Really, that should've been a clue. But it takes Felix actually looking into the living room and seeing Locus there, with Leon purring to beat the band and trying to climb into his lap, to realize what's happened.
Sighing, he leans against the wall and folds his arms across his chest. He feels tired, he probably looks tired, and he certainly sounds tired when he opens his mouth. ]
I spent all day decorating your house for you to see it. Go on. [ He gestures in the direction of Locus' house. ] Go home.
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Locus didn't really mean what he said. ...Well, that's not true, he did mean it, but he didn't mean to say it in that careless kind of way. But, he doesn't have patience for this kind of thing. If he didn't want to be here and trying to pursue this with Felix, he wouldn't be. Simple as that. He's not so easily swayed—because let's face facts, he never has been. It feels like Felix doesn't trust him and is treating this whole thing like it's some sort of prize. Like Locus isn't his own person. And that's what made him angry. So, he'd gotten mad and hit where he'd knew it make a dent.
So, instead of going home, he goes to Felix's house instead because he knows that's where he'll find him quicker. And Locus doesn't like to waste time.
It's a little surprising that Felix isn't there by the time Locus shows up and he wonders if he's wrong in his assumption. He thinks to leave, but in the end decides to wait a little to see if he'll show up. It's not difficult to pick the lock and get inside. He's rewarded for his patience only a short while later when he hears Felix come in and Leon is doing all but shredding his clothes to try and get in his lap. With a sigh he relents and just leans back to let him get halfway on.
He looks at Felix for a few moments, silent and contemplative. Just barely he tips his head to the side to indicate the empty end of the couch. ]
Sit down, Isaac.
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So, he decides to remind him that he exists. There's no harm in that, right? ]
Hey. Pick up some milk on the way home ok?
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[ It's not unusual for nightmares to plague Felix's sleep. Some nights, he gets a reprieve and he dreams about mundane things: like fighting in the Great War, hunting some mark with Leon and Locus, spending a day with Locus doing such ridiculously cheesy things that he always knows he's dreaming when he's doing it, reliving old jobs. But more often than not, it's something unpleasant. It's Locus leaving him for Wash, Locus killing him for Wash, Locus turning his back on him while he's surrounded by sims. And it's that goddamn grenade going off and blasting him right over the edge of the temple. Sometimes it's practically a repeat of a memory. Sometimes it's a horrific caricature of what happened.
Tonight, it's a mixture of the two. He's back at the top of the temple, surrounded by sims. Only this time, it's not just Locus standing there. It's Wash too. At Locus' side, calling him partner, offering a steadying hand after Locus tells Felix he's leaving him to his fate for them.
Begging doesn't help. Shouting goes unheard. And then Tucker's throwing the grenade and the explosion's so loud it's deafening and the brightness blinds him momentarily. His helmet's HUD fills with warnings and alarms. And Felix is plummeting to the ground, flipping over and over in the air, helpless as the ground races quickly to meet him. His screams ring in his ears and though he knows it's useless, his arms flail for purchase.
He's screaming in the real world too, still asleep and twisting violently beneath the sheets. It's only dumb luck that prevents a flailing arm from crashing into Locus' abdomen. Leon jerks awake, growling, though he remains where he is at Locus' side. ]
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He's sluggishly coming out of that haze when Felix's hand hits his shoulder. That and Leon growling have his eyes fully snapping open. At first he's not entirely sure what's going on, his mind taking its sweet time in coming online. He thinks that maybe a criminal has gotten into the house and is trying to hurt Felix, but realizes that isn't the case. Leon wouldn't still be sitting here if someone else was in the house. It's with a slow, dawning realization that Locus understands Felix is caught in the throes of a dream.
He murmurs a low curse under his breath as he struggles to sit up. He catches a hand to the face for his troubles, which is entirely his fault. Though, he does manage to wrap his fingers around Felix's wrist to still that as he leans closer to shake him awake. ]
Isaac! [ His hand shifts, moving up to cup the side of Felix's face, just beneath his jaw. ] Wake up.
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There's a little bit of singing. There's also a lot of talking too. Idle talk: commentary about the things they pass, things Felix wants to see or do when they reach their destination, gossip about their employees, Leon, and whatever other thoughts pass through his mind. And once he oh so slyly suggests road head, but Locus, in what he can only assume is a valiant effort to win the world's Most Unfun Person Ever award puts the kibosh on that real quick.
Luckily for Locus, it isn't a terribly long drive from Maurtia Falls to DC. Baltimore comes pretty fast, only a few hours after they're on the road, and soon they're nearing their destination. And maybe they would have made it there too, but Felix happens to glance past Locus out the driver's side window and sees a weird little micro-town arranged near the river. Somehow, he convinces Locus to turn off and they end up driving down little roads that look like they're trying way too hard to be quaint. ]
Hey, wait. [ Felix elbows Locus' arm, then points to a brick building on the corner with a stone-faced archway. ] Hold on. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. We should eat there. Maybe get a drink. Go for a walk down by the river.
[ Maybe lift a few wallets from the tourists too, though he doesn't outright suggest that. Mostly because he doesn't want Locus to say no and also, sadly, because he's still trying to be a decent-ish person. ]
I saw some kind of ice cream thing half a fake block back. If we're going to be tourists, we have to do it right. Pull over and let's go in there.
[ Little do either of them know, there's a mechanical bull inside the Cadillac Ranch with Felix's name all over it. ]
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He thinks this trip might actually go smoothly and he's almost excited at the thought of arriving to the hotel they've booked, getting settled and then maybe getting something to eat before doing some lowkey, relaxing activity. But, no. As usual, Felix has other ideas. Locus knows he could say no—he says no all the time—but there's really no reason to. They made good timing and they aren't that much further from their final destination. Everything else can just be shifted back. It isn't as if check-in is any earlier than three o'clock. So, he relents easily and parks in the garage.
It's only when the ticket is tucked safely in his pocket and they're out on the street that he gives a decent sort of verbal reply more than just an acknowledging grunt. One hand is tucked in the pocket of his coat and for all intents and purposes he looks completely casual. Locus slants a look in Felix's direction and it can likely be inferred exactly what it looks like even if he's wearing sunglasses. ]
Let me get this straight. [ His tone sounds just a touch incredulous. ] You, Felix [ Isaac Gates ], want to get ice cream and walk along the river.
[ It's not a question. But it is so also totally a question. ]
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