five :: journal

[i_got_this]

Filtered away from York and anyone that might tip him off

So hey, you guys know York. I knew him as youngish-not-much-older-than-me York. I just found out he's freaking 40, as in ancient-old-man York. And no one threw him a party. For anyone not from my universe, this is the kind of situation that calls for an Over The Hill party. That means a lot of black, a lot of tombstones, [Right, South, like that won't totally be in bad taste] and old man gifts, like canes and hemorrhoid cream.

So, who's with me?

[South's chilling in the lobby while she's waiting for replies, lounging in a chair with her boots up on a coffee table, helmet just beside. Bother the ornery Freelancer?]

Comments

[i_got_this]

Yeah, breathing is a good thing. Here -- [She hands over one of the upper arm and pauldron pieces, assuming Johanna could figure out how to slide it on.]

[not_like_the_rest]

... [She takes it and then just looks at South with that wtf woman look.] Really? You're just handing me things I've never seen before? Really?

[i_got_this]

You've seen me in my armor, figure it out.

[not_like_the_rest]

[It takes Johanna flipping it around a few times before she gets it right... Right?]

There!

[i_got_this]

See, you got it! [She hands over the other side.] That should make this one a cinch, right?

[not_like_the_rest]

[And that one goes on even faster!]

So, am I starting to look like an Agent?

[i_got_this]

Just about. [She hands over the gauntlets and sets the thigh and leg-pieces nearby.]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Annnnd the Gauntlets are a bit easier to get on.] Hey, do you do all this by yourself?

[i_got_this]

Yup. Fifteen minutes or less. [Glancing at a clock, because it's already been nearly twice that.] I got a lot of practice in it, though.

[not_like_the_rest]

Since it's your ... what was that, safety blanket? [She teases.] So, am I all in now? Anything else to clamp onto my body?

[i_got_this]

Thighs, shins, boots and gloves, then helmet. But I need to tinker with that, first. [She sets the various pieces near to her and then sits down with the helmet.]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Johanna just slowly sits down, poking at the armor while South does whatever she's doing.]

It's lighter then it looks.

[i_got_this]

Yeah, it's not bad, right? You need help with the legs or anything?

[not_like_the_rest]

[Nods.]

Let me try it first. [She's going to try! aaaaand take like 15 minutes to do it.]

[i_got_this]

[That's fine, South tries not to laugh as she uses that time to finish her work tweaking the helmet.]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Johanna just flicks her ear when she laughs too hard.]

This is just really weird. [she wiggles her fingers.]

[i_got_this]

Hey watch it, I'm dealing with sensitive electronics here!

Weird for you, home for me. [She stands and hands over the helmet.] Here you go, put it on and give it a try.

[What she hasn't told Johanna is that she's tweaked the audio to sound like herself.]

[not_like_the_rest]

[Johanna warily puts it over her head. CONFINING MUCH?!] This looks REALLY ... Hey, why do I sound like you?

[i_got_this]

[South smirks.] Voice modulation. Standard issue. We're enough of the same size that no one's going to know the difference unless you do something dumb.

[not_like_the_rest]

[You can't see it, but she's SMIRKING.]

This could be really fun.

[i_got_this]

[Okay, this is a little creepy. South can't help quirk an eyebrow.]

Just don't have too much fun. I'm probably going to get in a ton of shit just for letting you play around in it.

[not_like_the_rest]

So, tell me how to blow stuff up.

[i_got_this]

Yeeeeah, that's not going to happen. That's not really my specialty.

[not_like_the_rest]

Boring. What is?

[i_got_this]

[South grins widely.] Stealth. Get in, get out, don't get noticed.

[AAHAHA yeah and she still manages to fuck it up.]