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[shashka]

[ his expression remains one of relative indifference. not out of intentional cruelty or anything. only that it was also a thought he'd had. ]

Nothing like that, as far as we know. They'll just watch you a little more closely, make sure that you don't tamper with the pods.

[ and something he should point out as well... ]

Don't be surprised if you also end up seeing people who are supposed to be dead mixed in here with the living. You might find yourself face to face with a ghost.

[ that was probably one of the least fun parts of the whole thing. ]

[assholic]

They have an interest in collecting corpses?

[Yeah, that was a shiver of cold that went through her at the thought of who might be in one of these pods. What he could do in a place like this.

Fuck no.]

[shashka]

Apparently not corpses. Actual living people. A few people even talked about being dead back home over the network a while back.

[ it was a little unsettling, he could admit. ]

[assholic]

... Oh, hell no.

[That had her moving, looking along the list of names for another familiar one. Or one that he didn't want people knowing.]

You better not be here, you greasy piece of shit.

[That last was said to herself more than Ocelot.]

[shashka]

[ well then. this was interesting. he follows behind her, carefully watching her every move.

he's seen people react like this before. and it never meant anything particularly pleasant. ]

Looking for someone else in particular?

[ sounded like there was a story behind all of this. and a reaction like that never boded well for anyone. ]

[assholic]

Kilgrave. Or Kevin Thompson. Either one. If you find it, break it. Fuck these goddamn orbiting assholes.

[There was no order to anything, and for a second, she passed by a familiar face. But it wasn't Kilgraves, and she paused for that moment to acknowledge that Luke was here, then kept looking.]

[shashka]

Like I said, they don't like it when people try and mess with the pods. They aren't going to do anything right away, but they're not so easy to break.

[ he'd have tried with a couple of them, otherwise. ]

There's more than a few people they could've let die.

[ though, he supposes some might say the same about him. ]

[assholic]

He was already dead. Already fucking dealt with.

[Kilgrave had caused enough shit in her life, and the notion that he might be in one of the pods, waiting to wake up and continue to be an unrepentant cock... it made her feel a surge of nausea.]

Maybe I should set a booby trap.

[shashka]

What makes him so dangerous?

[ because really, that's a question that will impact them all. but again, there were plenty of dangerous people with abilities just waiting to be let out. ]

[assholic]

He has abilities. He speaks, you do. Whether you want to or not. Hell, he can make you want to slit your own throat. And he's the type of person that enjoys doing it.

[shashka]

So, he can manipulate others through psychic suggestion?

[ he knows ESP is a real thing. he's seen it in action himself. this... was worrisome. especially because the only person he would rather have messing around with his will and memories is himself. ]

IS there any way to protect against that?

[assholic]

Viral. He's a fucking disease. He speaks, you do, but there's an area of effect and time lasting limit. Thanks to a fuck up, he has a bigger and longer lasting one. As long as you can't hear him in the open, you're good. Hermetically sealed things work, which I hope these pods are. There might be an antidote, but the last attempt resulted in the fuck up.

[She's still looking, still looking, feeling that thrum of fear and nausea rippling through her.]

Or just kill the fucker. Worked last time.

[shashka]

Well, that's one that I haven't heard before. [ and while he tries not to show it, he really hates the idea. ] Back home, I knew a scientist who was an expert at synthesizing cures for things like that [ a pause ] but he was also a real prick.

[ to put it lightly. ]

If only.

[ he's got a few people he'd be more than happy to kill. but apparently every life was sacred, or some bullshit to the Orbiters. ]

[assholic]

I think there's some kind of saying about people who are smart being super assholes, but since I've met some dumbshit assholes in my life, I think it's just better to say that everyone's their own degree of asshole.

[Said the queen of them. Still, she was peering for a name she couldn't see yet, hoping she wouldn't.]

Think they'll listen to keeping that fucker in 'quarantine' indefinitely?

[shashka]

That's a pretty bleak view.

[ not that he blames her, he supposes. ]

There were some pretty extensive conversations about this a while back. Best case scenario, they decide he doesn't need his abilities.

[assholic]

[She paused and turned to look at him over her shoulder.]

They can do that? Or... affect him and what he can do somehow?

[Because that would make him a non-threat. He was devious in how he could build contingencies around himself, how he could use people, but that was because of not having to work at being charming or manipulative. He had a magical ace up his sleeve and that was the only reason he'd gotten to where he'd gotten. Without it? He was a bug.

Less than a bug.]

[shashka]

They managed to save us, didn't they? I'm sure that they can do almost anything.

[ and really, that's definitely something to watch. he's been prepared for plenty of things, but this... was definitely something else. ]

[assholic]

Yeah, I'd rather not leave this up to assuming they can do anything.

[It was too important, and Jessica just didn't trust people she didn't know.]

[shashka]

Not big into trusting authority figures, are you?

[ it's a reasonable enough stance, but Ocelot's been around here long enough to try and pick and choose his fights, so to speak. ]

[assholic]

I don't agree that anyone has authority over me.

[Yeah, Ocelot. That's how she rolled.]

[shashka]

I see.

[ a pause. ]

But the most important thing is knowing when to pick and choose your fights. As long as what's-his-face stays asleep or powerless, you'll probably be fine. The Orbiters don't care what happens once someone is down on the surface.

[ and murder is always a feasible alternative. ]

[assholic]

What about if he wakes up here, huh? You so sure these orbit-heads are capable of keeping him in check? Because I'm not.

[Jessica didn't trust easily, and if Kilgrave was here and he woke up, that meant he had access to Trish. That was not okay.]

[shashka]

Does he have power over space and time like they seem to?

[ it's a rhetorical question. ]

If he doesn't, it'll only be a matter of time before someone puts a bullet in his head, special abilities or no. It always happens to those types.

[assholic]

Touche.

[She folded her arms, standing there watching him and wishing she knew for sure, one way or the other, if Kilgrave was actually in one of those pods.]

This is one of those moments where time matters. This prick can do a lot of damage in a minute, let alone in 'a matter of time'. If they were smart, they'd find his fucking pod and burn it.

[shashka]

"If" being the key word here. But they're the types who seem to just want to protect and preserve all life.

[ unfortunately. ]