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Lavernius Tucker ([personal profile] lovernotafighter) wrote in [community profile] thelegion2017-05-24 10:26 pm

Video

[This day had to come eventually, didn't it? Just another one of those damn Blood Gulch Sim Troops arriving here to crash the party, and predictability a little late like always. But hey, it wasn't like he hadn't been busy saving a planet or being blissfully retired or anything equally as important. Nope.

The video shifted a little as Tucker tried to set it upright, but it soon found itself quickly propped at an angle that said this wasn't his first time recording himself; the purpose of such skills would be left up to the viewer to guess at their own discretion. But hey, have Tucker with that beautiful aqua colored armor looking right back at you, even as he sat back down and tried to appear relaxed, cool, okay with ...well, all this. All this.

Ladies in hot tight superhero outfits definitely helped.]


So, yeah, Tucker here. [It felt like an interview with Dylan. Good thing talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do.] Please try to contain your applause, but ladies, feel free to toss your bras in my general direction.

[No shame, this one.]

You know, I was kind of busy back home. [With Church shit. It was always Church shit, and there wasn't a single damn regret for it; in a way, he hoped it kept being Church shit because that meant that bastard was still around. Tucker wanted to be back there, needed to be back there because--] Those idiots - my idiots - have no one to lead them now unless you count Sarge and no one counts Sarge. Shit, I don't even think the Reds count Sarge. Okay, so maybe Simmons does, but whatever.

[He sighed, rubbing his hand over his helmet before he just waved his hand.] But cool, superpowers, am I right? I mean, if I was getting chicks before, I'm getting triple chicks now.

[Let the record show that he was not, in fact, getting ladies before, and that the triple of "zero" is still "zero".]

Look, I just want to get this shit done and over with so I can get back to being a badass back home and get my shit done. So, you know, I'll do what I have to, I guess.

[There's a sigh, that burden of few choices and responsibility - ew - before he cocked is head up.]

Hey, important final question: where do all the hotties hang out around here? There's the title of wingman up for grabs if you tell me.

[At least the video ends there, and everyone was probably better for it.]
unrecovered: (Let's talk)

[personal profile] unrecovered 2017-06-01 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
When have I ever forgotten anything?

[Tucker never knew him before Epsilon rewired his memory into stark, painful perfection, so it's an easy card to play. It's also dragging the metaphor back into the real, but it's not like they haven't had weirder conversations.]

That's not the same thing. [It's the You Are An Adult and You Should Damn Well Know This tone, and he hasn't had to break it out in a while. Turns out the Legion is a different kind of team, and most of the people who don't know better are teenagers.]

[And then that tone dies, because Tucker is still talking and it takes a fucking turn. The silence after his words lingers for a moment too long. When Wash speaks again, his tone is very carefully controlled.]


Fuck it up more?
unrecovered: (Let me think about that one)

[personal profile] unrecovered 2017-06-05 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's something terribly, painfully ironic about being beaten to the punch by Grif of all people. Five minutes earlier and he would have gotten the information he wanted. Five fucking minutes.]

[But wasting time regretting the past leads nowhere - a lesson he's learned the hard way over the past few years. Better to deal with the present.]

[The present in which Tucker is withholding information, except for the part where he drops it in tiny pieces that do absolutely nothing to help Wash's anxiety. Great.]


This isn't paranoia, it's suspicion, and given your little freudian slip just now I think I'm justified. You wouldn't say fuck it up more if things weren't already fucked up.

What. Happened.
unrecovered: (Recovery One)

[personal profile] unrecovered 2017-06-14 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tucker is still evading him - that much is obvious. The thing is, that doesn't change the fact that Tucker still has a point. Yes is an outright lie, and no is a closed door, which leaves Wash with mounting frustration, anxiety that he has to actively beat back to keep it from turning into paranoia, and very few options.]

It would depend on the circumstances.

[It's a weak answer, but it's all he has at the moment.]
unrecovered: (I don't want to talk about it)

[personal profile] unrecovered 2017-06-15 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Welcome to the world of Pyrrhic victories, Tucker. Turns out they suck.]

[It would be so easy to tip into anger, to raise the volume and keep pushing, but- what's the point? Tucker has dug in, and Wash has no angle of approach that will get him what he wants. He lost. It fucking matters - he needs this - and he still lost.]

[Typical.]


I can't.

[It's a simple statement of fact. It's also six months of sleepless nights and worry that couldn't be assuaged, worry that's gotten that much worse over the course of this conversation. It's everything that's haunting him that he can't fix right now.]

But evidently there's nothing I can do about any of this.

[It's not so much slamming a door shut as it is closing it quietly behind him. Delivery is different, but the result's still the same.]