the woods, probably about half a mile or more due east of ( my daddies' cabin are the words he thinks, but he catches them before they can make their way to aristaeus, though some of it slips through, butchered and mangled, a little slip of tv static spelling out my daddies, my daddies, my daddies. ) my cabin. jem's cabin. i think. i don't know, fuck. i took a break 'cause walking was getting annoying.
I'll find you. ( simple, matter-of-fact. he knows the area well enough that picking up a trail shouldn't be an issue. )
So, about that story?
( there's got to be a few people that'd like this shot at danny johnson, of course, not including the rubeans, but it seems like it'd take a feat of extraordinary luck to get close enough to land a meaningful blow. john gaius knew how to pick his company. )
( that's all the confirmation danny needs to fully slump down where he'd been standing, propped elbow-first against a tree. he settles at the base, between two gnarled roots undulating from the dirt like twin worms. )
( he doesn't go so far as to say "maybe he'll do us all a favor and get eaten by a yeti", since cesare borgia wouldn't do anyone a good turn even if his life depended on it. )
Here's hoping. God knows he's got a talent for making an ass of himself in public.
( it's the kind of thing that'd be a lot more amusing if it didn't directly impact the people he cared about. he spends a moment idly imagining finding cesare and breaking all his fingers; it's a pleasant thought, but danny's a big boy and can handle himself. )
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( he's already up, twisting to consider the cabin's framework before deciding he can delay the work for an hour or so. )
Where are you now? ( not the maze, surely. not that it would change his answer, but it would add time to the endeavor ㅡ time he'd rather not waste. )
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So, about that story?
( there's got to be a few people that'd like this shot at danny johnson, of course, not including the rubeans, but it seems like it'd take a feat of extraordinary luck to get close enough to land a meaningful blow. john gaius knew how to pick his company. )
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it was cesare.
( as for the answer of how, )
before you say anything, i let him do it.
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( he doesn't need to watch the man with a knife to know that he'd probably milked that moment for all it was worth. )
Did you get what you wanted out of it?
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( the most unsubtle man in existence: cesare borgia. )
it was a decent opportunity for him to get all his big feelings out.
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Think he'll just let it go like that?
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( if it keeps him off murphy's back, besides, it's for a good cause. )
i suspect he'll find something else to distract him sooner versus later.
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Here's hoping. God knows he's got a talent for making an ass of himself in public.
( it's the kind of thing that'd be a lot more amusing if it didn't directly impact the people he cared about. he spends a moment idly imagining finding cesare and breaking all his fingers; it's a pleasant thought, but danny's a big boy and can handle himself. )
He and Gilia aren't together anymore, at least.
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( he's just surprised it took so long. gilia was always more woman than he could handle: too much chewed off at once and you'll choke. he choked. )
don't mention this to murphy.
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( amused rather than judgemental. he likes jem, likes her ferocity. )
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( well, he also had the stab from cesare coming, probably. )
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( murphy had been a mess for a while. he can only imagine how jem had taken it. )
I can see you. ( which mean he'll pick up his pace, jogging toward where danny is resting, and drop into an easy crouch. )
All right, let's see what we're working with.