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for @ sensors

[smartass_captain]

[From Here!]

Of course they are.

[Because why would things ever be allowed to be Simple?? Jim's flare of concern and frustration isn't directed At Spock at least. Just that of a captain knowing he's about to be flirting very heavily with Danger once more. It's one thing to risk his own neck but his crew's? Far less appealing. And anyway, risking his own neck isn't as easy as it used to be what with the whole having a reason to live these days.]

Well, it will put us on the right track Faster. So maybe we can cut off certain problems before they arise.

[Jim tempers his concern though. Pushes it to the back of his mind as they exit the turbolift and Captain Kirk is OnTM once more. He breezes into the briefing room and offers a nod to the two who are already gathered. Gestures for Spock to take one of the seat's next to him. Commander Spock will of course be taking the other he knows.]

Scotty had the Con so he'll be the last one in I'm assuming.

[sensors]

It is unfortunate but in this case likely unavoidable.

[ spock doesn't really enjoy the thought of dealing with romulans again, even if there wasn't the lingering similarities between their species that sits as a reminder of what could have been. actually a romulan spock would be insane. let's touch that later.

for now though, spock settles in the seat indicated, a mirror to his counterpart, and as others filter in, he nods his agreement. when he speaks again his voice is low enough that only jim and his own counterpart are able to hear him for the moment. ]

This circumstance, in my timeline, was cause of further friction between the Federation and Romulus. I believe, due to the timeliness of the departure from what would likely happen, will be able to prevent this.

[ he doesn't note that it's likely in part due to nero's actions that this departure will be possible, but it stands to reason as a possible conclusion to make. ]

@the_other_dellamorte Monsters and Hunters AU

[smartass_captain]

[From Here]

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[James Kirk arrives at the border to Antiva at midday under a full sun. His travelling cloak hides his warden's uniform but not his face. Most Wardens would assume correctly that he is taking this travel plan to remain undetected by his prey. They would know he is hunting a vampire.

But they would be wrong about the sort of appointment he is making. How Jim sets up a camp with clear sight lines and then leaves it to instead go climb up a cliff some ways away to lay down flat on his belly and watch the empty camp from a spyglass. His bow with him. His blades a constant companion he could not lose if he wanted to. No one approaches.

Jim lets himself doze a little in the safety of his perch while waiting for the sun to set. He will not get to sleep tonight. And he means to surprise the man he expects to come find him.]

[the_other_dellamorte]

[  The Warden is lucky he can travel by day. Illario and his kind do not have that luxury, nor does he have quite the same amount of freedom as the Warden, who can make a case for coming out this way. For Illario? He needs to find a reason to get as close as he can to the destination within his remit, and then sneak off.

It isn't easy. If his "grandmother" got wind of what he was doing, she would have him hauled back immediately.

But once it's dark, once his excuse for heading put alone is accepted, he can leave. A few hours, using the shadows and the Fade to cut the distance down a little, he gets to the foothills.

Jim's scent is fresh. He's here, although his heartbeat echoes aroubd the hills and Illario can't exactly pinpoint where he is. Only that he is here, somewhere. The scent leads him up an animal track, mountain creatures as well as Jim's smell evident. He wants to breathe that in, bask in it.

But when he gets close to the camp, even before he walks into it, he knows it's empty. And that makes him hang back, cautious.] 

[smartass_captain]

[For some time they exist unknowingly in a bit of a standoff. James knows Illario will come meet him here at this agreed upon place afore the dawn. But he doesn't have the vampire's senses. A shift in the wind will tell Illario his human companion is still nearby. The taint in his blood mixes with his natural scent.

Unafraid. Healthy.

Jim can spy that the fire he built up hours ago is dwindling without more fuel to add to it from out here. If the camp doesn't look to be in use Illario may not go for it. He sighs from where he's laying, tucking the spyglass back into the case at his side. He'll have to risk creeping closer. Adding fuel to the fire before he slips back into the shadows.

For a human, he is quite well practiced in keeping quiet at least.]

[the_other_dellamorte]

[  It's that movement that makes Jim's location obvious to the vampire, his scent stronger and closer, and Illario's still heart picks up and begins go beat in anticipation of their reunion.

He moves through the dark, towards where the fire grows brighter and bigger. And thankfully, it smells ... safe. Apart from Jim, there are no other Warden scents: no humans, dwarves or elves. There's no sharp qunari smell. ] 

Did you forget I was coming?

[He calls out- he can sense Jim now, feel the beat of his heart close by, but he's blended in with the rock and shadow too well to see with the naked eye.]

@theundefeated

[smartass_captain]

[From Here!]

I told you I was going to be in a meeting and you sent that little rant to my comm anyway about being reckless! Bones had me in for ten more scans after shift despite me telling him this had nothing to do with the last mission.

@some_things_survive

[smartass_captain]

[From here]

nonono it means. Fuck. Pull a u-turn. About face. With no warning.

[some_things_survive]

oh.

I don't think so. I don't remember a lot.

[smartass_captain]

Then what's got us? You don't feel that???

@thedevilsworkisneverdone

[smartass_captain]

[From Here!]

IDK some people say like tequila makes them mean or whatever I can't tell if that's racist or a Thing but gutrot has to make people pissed off drunk cuz you don't even Feel that good past the buzzed stage.

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

I think that's just all people who can't handle their alcohol looking to blame something. And my alcohol choice isn't that bad.

[smartass_captain]

I could probably stand to be pickier about mine.

[thedevilsworkisneverdone]

Having examined your liquor selection, I do agree there.

for @bloodsprout

[smartass_captain]

[From Here!]

That's just hurtful.

You're not wrong about the petty part though. I'll give you that.

[bloodsprout]

if you expected more from me, that's your problem.

i've seen it in action. almost inspiring.

for @amaaze

[smartass_captain]

[From Here!]

I didn't lose him he's with the Away team down on the surface. Crying about 'space water-bears' last I got an update.

Shit did that change since I left shift. Hang on I'm up now.

for @spacegrace

[smartass_captain]

[From Here!]

Are you afraid of the sample or needing some body doubling down there?

@the_other_dellamorte bc spicy - tfln

[smartass_captain]

[From here and continuing...]

I'll hafta be sneaky. okokok. See you soon.

[Creeping through the Lighthouse in his smallcloths for late night coffee and blowjobs. Let Solas spy on THAT.]

[the_other_dellamorte]

[The lighthouse is silent, save the strange sounds of its own making. The kitchen too, is mostly quiet, only the faint tap of cups being set down on wood and water splashing into a pan.

And there, instead of the older Dellamorte, is the younger. Wrapped in just the black and gold robe, its sheer fabric just revealing naked, tan skin beneath. ]

I was starting to think you'd gotten lost.

[smartass_captain]

[Jim does glance over to the entrance to the pantry, but he doesn't spy a light on. He hopes Lucanis is either a heavy sleeper or somewhere Else at the moment. The Warden's hair is a mess, still a disaster this fresh off of the nap he'd had.

Dressed down like this his scars are quite visible, as are the griffon wing tattoos he has down each of his forearms. He sidles on up to the taller Antivan and drapes himself against the man with a sleepy noise.]

Mmmh no, had to be sneaky.

[the_other_dellamorte]

[  Lucanis is out, thankfully, having said his goodnight to Illario half an hour ago, off to Treviso on Talon business. It will give them the privacy they need, he's sure of that.

Illario's lips form an indulgent smile at Jim's sleepy demeanour, an arm curling around his waist as the other strokes through the blond mess. Maker, he is impossibly cute like this, still so sleepy and loose-limbed.] 

You succeeded, my sweet, tired amore. But are you sure you want coffee? And not more rest?

for @the_other_dellamorte Reunion

[smartass_captain]

[From Here]
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[It's been two years now.

From what began as a mission hunting dangerous Tevinter Mages that has turned into a secret James Kirk has held from even his closest companions. He and his unlikely lover have found ways to communicate that are relatively safe but actual contact has been few and far between. A night here or there where missions overlap. And once, days spent out in the wilderness together on pretenses.

Even then, Jim knew he loved this man. He tried to reason it away but there was no getting away from it. And ever since, he's been planning.]

That's why we're leaving, bello. And if she wants you back, the cost is going to be more than she'll be willing to pay is my gamble.

[the_other_dellamorte]

I am not going to be parted from you, I swear it. Whatever happens, I love you. Every risk is worth it if we get to be together.

[ Illario makes his way to Minrathous as promised. It takes some time, using the Fade to jump miles and miles at a time, but it is still quicker than the mortal way of travelling. It just means he also has to feed more frequently and he knows Jim probably doesn't like that. But a little nibble in Nevarra city and then in Vyrantium, then once he gets to Minrathous- well. It gwts him there on one piece.

And gets him settled deep into the ruins of the city before the sun rises, sleeping through until the night is dark enough for him to start wandering through Docktown and interacting with the locals, collecting the supplies he and Jim will require.

That's when he first starts hearing about the Monster in the Deep. No one has actually seen it, but there have been disappearances and bits of victims left behind.

Not something he would get involved in anywhere but home. Yet... well. Perhaps it's something to tell Jim, when he arrives.] 

[smartass_captain]

[Criminals, Jim has asked him to target. Scum that won't be missed on the streets. He knows that Illario Has to feed and for so much of his time Jim cannot be the one to slake the vampire's thirst. If Illario targets others, it's best just not to tell the former-Warden. Since Jim has claimed to be answering his calling he's kept his uniform with him in case it would ever be advantageous to use again in certain situations.

For his day-to-day wear though he'd bought a set of more general leather gear lined in golden plaidweave. A lot of places will give him a good deal for the material and truth be told he Likes the gold and black accenting his armor. If Illario fusses at him and makes him change it later he will; riling the Antivan is also a side benefit to picking this design.

Kirk's trip to Tevinter is rather more ordinary. And just as discreet. He can no longer use familiar Warden contacts so he takes a few extra days covering his tracks. Taking a much more civilian travel path northward. He signs on as a hired hand to guard a merchant's caravan and enjoys being able to ride in the wagon for much of the journey. Better than marching and about as quick even with the stops the caravan makes to sell to those they cross.

It's a little over a tenday that Jim steps foot in dock down and sighs softly for the gentle drizzle pattering over his cloak. If Illario's nose is as good as he says he'll find Jim tonight. Thus he isn't too fussed about anything other than buying himself a bath and a good meal before he settles in at a tavern and waits for night to fall over some drinks.]