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capencowl20202020-01-17 05:53 pm
bifroster) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-17 05:53 pm
log; you won't find faith or hope down a telescope
GOVERNMENT WORK SUCKS // OTA
Jane groaned and laid her head down on her desk.
She knew the answers, but she had to put on a good show. Any delay that she could give this government, the better, because it would give the resistance a better chance to catch up or surpass them in solving this portal technology. It was the most she could do, as outright sabotage was proving to be harder to do with theoretical work and she did not want to risk something exploding on them—or worse, accidentally working.
If you’re a fellow government worker, feel free to sympathize. If you’re a government overseer, feel free to prod her. Or explain why you’re looking over her shoulder, because if you’re not either one of those, then why are you in her lab?
SNEAKING AROUND // OTA
The Mission Impossible theme song was not playing inside her head as she snuck down hallways and into various rooms, using a fabricated badge to unlock doors and computers along the way. She was a serious mole that took her double agent role very seriously. She was collecting information for the resistance and she was not secretly getting a thrill from it.
The building was supposed to be empty, but of course, anything can happen. If you should happen to stumble upon her, are you friend, foe, or uninterested janitor?
WHAT IN THE WORLD? // CLOSED TO LOKI
Jane could not believe this. She stared at the address in her hand. She looked up at the building in front of her. If the person who won her bid at the auction was Loki, she was going to scream. The possibility of that happening were astronomically low—she ran the numbers—but since when did statistics and probably ever work in her favor?
God, what she wouldn’t give for Darcy and one of her tasers.
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His eyes narrow and he pulls back, grin tight and he waves a delicate hand, one that brushes two human body guards appearing in the doorway away.
"Doctor Foster." He tsks, shaking his head, "if it does evil in My sight by not obeying My voice, then I will think better of the good with which I had promised to bless it." His hands fold and lightning dances over his fingertips ever so slightly but. He breathes.
"I will pray for you. And for those you work with. Truthfully you are already working so hard. I would hate for you to work harder when they're punished."
His eyes lower and he spreads his hands, ""If you will not listen to the voice of the LORD, but rebel against the command of the LORD, then the hand of the LORD will be against you, as it was against your fathers."
"I will pray for all of them."
i am loving this!!
It bubbles up as a snort and then turns into a full on giggle. She manages to take in a breath and calm down after a moment, before she becomes hysterical. His whole demeanor, turning hot and cold, as if he were both the good cop and the bad cop at the same time. She really wants to tell him about some of the things she has seen, but it probably would be best to keep that to herself, just in case this government decided to use that against her too.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Gabriel, than are dreamt of in your philosophy,” she quoted. “And don’t worry about praying for me—we’re having a disagreement about how are should go about helping others, not that we shouldn’t be helping others at all.”
ME TOO
Features contorted in confusion, he smiles again, but it's full of unease.
"I don't think you understood me. What I'm saying is, I know what the greater good is. And that is serving the government. And you're telling me you can't. Like you're some paltry pathetic normal human."
The smile grows wider.
"It's less about that though and more that you just laughed at me. And defied me.
Am I funny?"
/o/
Sorry, it is a little funny. Kind of ironic.
“Yeah,” she says, not even looking contrite. “You are, because you are looking at the world through a very narrow scope, one that doesn’t even allow for disagreements. How is a disagreement defying you? Maybe a disagreement will lead to a discussion which will lead to a better solution. I mean, it’s not like I’ve turned off my computer and quit. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if I was asked to help instead of forced, but you know …”
She shrugs.
“Tyranny comes in all forms.”
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It hurts to think about because he is perfect. He is designed to be a powerful perfect being and this world will be saved by him. And she will welcome him home.
It's the tyranny that his him hard however because it sounds like Raphael.
Lightning crackles around his hands and fingers as he stares at her computer before staring back at her-
And smiling again. His teeth look close to cracking.
"Please help us."
His throat works.
"You would earn our gratitude. The government's gratitude and mine. And it would help us. Help me and my work. And I could go home and none of you would ever have to see me again."
It's an ache in his chest. But.
He nods mutely and keeps smiling. Later tonight a number of her team will most likely disappear without explanation but for now.
Well. For now he can be magnanimous.
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The lightning reminds her of Thor, even though it’s dangerous in this situation, and she hopes he never comes here. She can see chaos and fighting and people only getting hurt as they try to control him and use him. Her powers over gravity may be something too, but she wishes that she never had them. They’re next to useless in this prison cell.
“You’re an angel—a literal angel, a thing of legend. I can control one of the fundamental forces of the universe and have three degrees in astrophysics. I have traveled through a wormhole more than once and met alien races this world doesn’t have. Do you really think once we get the portal up and running, they’ll just let us go? Even if I was asked at the beginning and the lives of my friends weren’t held over my head to make me sign, my contract says nothing about it ending.”
She turns to her computer, looking at the numbers, some of them she sabotaged herself. She blinks and hastily wipes her eyes. Now is not the time to start crying.
“Helping you is the only thing protecting my friends, but I don’t think I’m ever going to go home. Glad you have that worked into your agreement with the government.”
Hopefully those disappearances will only be temporary or they are simply moved to another sector. They had nothing to do with her espionage or opinions.
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"I'm going home" he snarls, "I am. She wouldn't have sent me away."
He resolves to observe the torture of the heretics today. To release these feelings of rage and pain on those who disobeyed his will because...
"Tout that 'I've traveled reality' thing again. It just makes you seem weak doctor foster. You humans are small minded damaging creatures. You take and destroy. I am working. For the greater. Good."
He snorts, "you all need a firmer hand. That much is clearer to me now."
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It must be nice, having such unwavering faith in something, someone, even if it’s left him completely blinded by the facts around him.
She grips the edge of her desk until her knuckles become white. She clenches her jaw and tastes blood inside her mouth where she bit her cheek. She has a thousand words running through her head, all of them terrible and furious, damaging and damning.
But she has to remember—she has to remember that she is part of something bigger than herself, something that depends upon her being alive and not brainwashed. She’ll feel awful about the people he hurts, because she always does, but she takes comfort in that her efforts will free others from the government’s (his) grasp and they’ll (he’ll) never get to them.
“When you look at the night sky, what do you see?”
Always, always questions.
She wonders if that is part of why he hates her. She is never satisfied with one question, with one answer. Not to mention this one is completely from left field.
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He crosses his arms and one can almost see the shadow of wings behind him, "What specifically are you hoping to accomplish Doctor?"
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Because while they did take and destroy and maim and twist … curiosity and reacting badly to things they didn’t understand tended to be the root of most problems. Oh, and money, but that was a human invention as well, so the point was moot.
Extremely moot in this situation.
“But if you need something more concrete than that—I hope to make sure we all can go home and no one else is forcibly tied to this government and its goals.”
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He wished he could explain. That humans could understand what he wanted to do.
"...I think you could use more time for this project. I'll tell the guards to make sure you remain at your post."
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“If it’s stability you want, might I find a suggestion box? I have quite a few from living in some very unstable times and two different governments having two different reactions.”
Doctor Who, oddly, portrayed government reactions to aliens quite accurately.
But if he thought that ‘grounding’ her would make her upset, he thought wrong. It’s not like she planned on leaving her post any time soon.