[ Relationship - the r word has officially been dropped, and Ian... for once doesn't have the immediate urge to correct it. Any other time, any other person, he'd have scaled back. Hang on a second, because I think we need to get on the same page about-- Not here. Even if he weren't as deep in this as he is, it isn't the time or the place. It's a ridiculous issue to even consider addressing while they're in a fucking murder tunnel under the earth.
That's my favorite season earns a soft, skeptical mhmm from the back of his throat. Is it, or are you just flirting with him? Impossible for Ian to tell for sure.
Texas is something he'd comment on, but it's quickly replaced with 2030. ]
I was meaning to ask you about that...
[ A murmur, and a habitual glance behind them just to check - not terribly unlike Mace's impulse, but he's not the leader right now. ]
Because that trip you... apparently died on, it's way more... way more than anything we're capable of now- or, when I'm... from. I was gonna mention it, but I think we got jumped or something, and then I just... if they're capable of animating fucking corpses or summoning ghosts, why the fuck not time travel too.
[ That, or... You know. Bringing back the dead in a much less horrific fashion. Either Mace, to the past or Ian, in the future.
While they're walking, it couldn't hurt for him to let himself be lead again and generate some more things they might need. He slips his hand out of Mace's, drags fingers gently up his wrist until their arms hook together again. Hypothermia's the biggest threat, aside from... actual threats. He can't concentrate on making the components for a flashlight while walking, and even if he could he doesn't have anything to carry them all in right now. Blanket's gonna be time consuming, but he may as well start. It can double as a carrier.
Blue glow, knitting fiber, slow, slow, slow, three inches at a time. ]
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That's my favorite season earns a soft, skeptical mhmm from the back of his throat. Is it, or are you just flirting with him? Impossible for Ian to tell for sure.
Texas is something he'd comment on, but it's quickly replaced with 2030. ]
I was meaning to ask you about that...
[ A murmur, and a habitual glance behind them just to check - not terribly unlike Mace's impulse, but he's not the leader right now. ]
Because that trip you... apparently died on, it's way more... way more than anything we're capable of now- or, when I'm... from. I was gonna mention it, but I think we got jumped or something, and then I just... if they're capable of animating fucking corpses or summoning ghosts, why the fuck not time travel too.
[ That, or... You know. Bringing back the dead in a much less horrific fashion. Either Mace, to the past or Ian, in the future.
While they're walking, it couldn't hurt for him to let himself be lead again and generate some more things they might need. He slips his hand out of Mace's, drags fingers gently up his wrist until their arms hook together again. Hypothermia's the biggest threat, aside from... actual threats. He can't concentrate on making the components for a flashlight while walking, and even if he could he doesn't have anything to carry them all in right now. Blanket's gonna be time consuming, but he may as well start. It can double as a carrier.
Blue glow, knitting fiber, slow, slow, slow, three inches at a time. ]